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Click here to see Cumdump's original blog post... A couple of days ago I posted ad on CL: blindfolded anonymous cocksucker for straight dick and bareback hole for tops to pump and dump in my cunt. A bunch of guys replied. First was unknown age black DL stocky tall guy with uncut dick. He walked in, I was on my knees naked and i sucked him off. He definitely liked it. We did not talk. He jerked off a little bit and blew his sweet load down my throat. He left without saying anything. Second one was a hottie 24yo!!! latin DL boy with a gf who needed blindfolded mouth. He was hairy, smelled really good , great body. I licked his crotch, sucked his cock and balls. He was telling me to suck it. After some playing he asked me if i swallow of course! he blew in my mouth and left. Hothothot, straight gl young boy with gf! Third load was in my ass from young black tall athletic guy. More (many of his blog posts have video)...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... I was in the steam room after a killer workout. A muscled latino walked in wearing a speedo that could barely contain his amazing bubble butt. He looked me, I looked at him and smiled. He dropped his speedo to his knees and began to finger his hole. The door opened and he quickly pulled up his speedo. We made no more eye contact. The other guy walked out and the muscled latino went back to fingering his hole for me. The door opened again and another guy walked in, the latin guy made a motion for me to follow him, I did. We walked into the sauna. I told him that I wasn't going to do anything in there and that I had a better place. He followed me into the massage room. I locked the door. We got naked and I put him on the table. He was on all fours, I threw my face into his bubble butt, eating his sweet hole. He moaned as I made out with his butt. He got on his back, and I slid my raw black dick into him. He took my dick to the base with no effort. He took my pounding him with no effort. He took it, he moaned, he demanded more. I want your load, he told me. I want your cum in my ass. I assured him that he'd get it. I had him get doggy style so I could watch my dick get devoured by that sweet cunt in his firm bubbled butt. Watching my dick disappear while he moaned made my nuts boil and tighten, my dick was pulsing, and I unleashed a flood of cum into his guts. We made out and he left. We hooked up many times after that. Good times. More...

Click here to see Hot Dawg's original blog post... The next Friday night, Rod showed up at the bathhouse about midnight. I'd been there about an hour and it had been fairly quiet. I gave him some time to get situated in his room and then went over and walked through the open door. He was laying there on the mattress with his towel draped loosely over his mid-section. It was starting to tent just a little. I dropped my towel and climbed on top of him. “You ready for me to take your ass again, bitch?” I whispered in his ear. “Yes, sir,” he said with a slight moan. I leaned in and took him in a passionate kiss. Our mouths devoured each other. I swear if he could, he would have stuck his tongue all the way down my throat. While we were making out, I reached between us and pulled his towel away. We were finally skin on skin and our dicks were rubbing together between us. Rod's dick was leaking lots of precum and my dick was getting slick with it. I broke our kiss and moved up to straddle his face. “Suck my cock,” I commanded. Rod slowly worked his lips down my cum slicked shaft until he had it down his throat. He would pull all the way back and then swallow me down again. Finally, I reached around and took the back of his head in my hand and started fucking his throat. I could see his eyes watering, but he was determined to take it. After a few minutes, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get in his hot ass. I got off him and took hold of one of his legs. “Get those legs up, slut.” I said as I started to lift the one in my hand. Ronald tried to bring his leg down. I pushed against it and bent it back toward his chest. “Wait,” he said, “I'm not ready to fuck.” “Your getting fucked, boy.” I said as I pushed forward and lined my dick up to his hole. Ronald started squirming and my dick slipped out of position. I grabbed him by the waist and flipped him on his stomach. I climbed on him and held him down as I got my dick between his ass cheeks and lined it up to his hole again. “No, please, I'll give you a taste. Just not yet.” he said. “Uh uh, you little cock tease,” I whispered in his ear. “Your gonna give me more than a taste. You're getting fucked.” That said, I started pushing my dick into him. He squirmed and clenched his hole; trying to keep me from entering him. “Quit resisting it, boy,” I said. “It's gonna hurt like hell if I have to force it in.” Ronald moved again to try and keep me out of him. I pushed hard and shoved my dick all the way into him. A look of intense pain crossed his face. I started to fuck into him with short thrusts. He pushed back and lifted up off the mattress. “Please, pull out. I promise I'll give you a taste in a little bit.” “Too late, bitch. I'm already in you and I'm not pulling out until I breed deep into your hot hole.” I said as I pushed him back down. I started slamming into him. I wanted to blow my load in him. Finally, after a few minutes of holding him down and nailing him, I came deep into his ass. Once I was done, I started fucking him some more. “Ah, fuck,” he said as he lifted his head and looked back at me. “You son of a bitch. You came in me.” I pulled out and lifted off him. “Yeah, just the way you like it.” Pulling him up to me, I planted a kiss on his hot lips. When I pulled away, I said, “I told you before, your ass is mine to fuck and breed whenever I want.” He sat up and put his arms around my neck. “Yes, sir, my ass is yours to breed whenever you want however you want.” He gave me a quick kiss. “Man, I love the way you get into the rough role play. It makes me cum every time.” I looked down at the wet spot behind him on the sheet. He shot a pretty good size load. “Anytime, anywhere. You can count on me to get you off.” I said with a grin. “As long as I get to cum inside you, of course.” We lay together for a bit and made out; feeling each other up a bit. Finally, we got up to go shower and find our next playmate for the night. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on Twisted by Tyler Morgyn... ... and Sir lay with his boy on that last night. He had ordered his boy to go to sleep even though Sir knew that he wouldn't. He knew the boy would dutifully try, but be unable to slow his pounding heart. The boy would calm his breathing, squeeze his eyelids together, and forgo the slightest movement that might waken his Master, until his muscles cramped and knives of pain overwhelmed his senses with numbness deadening his limbs. Sir would pretend to sleep too, his mind racing with wants and needs and possibilities. He would close his eyes and match his boy's breathing until they were one chest rising and falling. A tangle of appendages that mirrored the chaos of tomorrow, they clung to what was familiar in the warmth and scents and sensuality of their past. The juices of sex had been drunk and the frictions had been stilled, but the air was thick with memory that shoved away the sleep that they knew was expected. In its place was held loyalty, longing, and uncertainty. And so they lay unmoving in each other's arms. The night seemed like an eternity together. But not long enough. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on Surrendering My Bottom... Memory is a fickle friend. While so much of this story is remembered in "technicolor" down to the feel of lint in my pocket or the callous on his left hand or the exact time on a clock, other moments are a blur, beyond the reach of a probing mind. Such is the case, unfortunately, for much of the time I spent in TCD's house. I remember some things, of course. I remember the light-headed feeling of walking up to his door. I remember thinking his lawn was well tended and wryly wondered if he did it himself wearing a "wife-beater". I remember the doorbell not working and the flash of anxiety at getting no response to my somewhat hesitant knocking. I vividly remember the relief that he didn't answer the door and the surge of adrenaline that told me to "get the fuck out of there!" But, of course, just as I turned to run, the door opened, and it is from that point my memories begin to play tricks. He was not what I expected. Younger, shorter, more clean cut that his voice suggested. He was Hispanic, I would guess, though he was clearly raised in America. And yes, he was good looking, though in an unremarkable way. Most memorable, however, was the fact that he greeted me at the door with absolutely no clothes on. Kinda hard to forget that, especially in his somewhat crowded/busy neighborhood. I don't remember why he hit me and knocked me to the floor or if that was even the next thing that happened. Perhaps I was staring too long, or maybe I failed to answer him when (or if) he spoke, or maybe because he didn't like what he saw. I don't know. I just remember the lemony smell of his floor as my face planted itself on the crack between the white and the black tiles, and I remember thinking, "This floor is really, really clean, I better not mess it up..." followed by the slow recognition: "I am now in for some serious bad luck...". I must have lost consciousness, because for the life of me, I don't remember how I got naked or even where my clothes were. And I had even less idea how I ended up on the "most abrasive carpet in the world", but the carpet-burn on my knees is not something I am likely ever to forget. While obsessing about the blistering pain in my knees, it took me a long time to realize my hands were duct taped behind my back. I remember a string of events around his coming back into the room and pushing his cock deep into my throat and slapping me for scraping his dick with my teeth. Every time I tried to explain that I wasn't a particularly good cocksucker, I got jap-slapped, sometimes with the back of his hand, other times with his dick. I had never really deep-throated an average cock before, at least not well, but TCD's dick wasn't average and he wasn't waiting until I learned. His very brief instructions, such that they were, entailed telling me: "I hope you ain't ate nuthin faggot boy, cuz I'm a gonna rape that throat until you throw up, bitch." I remember trying hard to make enough spit to cover his fat 8 inch cock (or was it 13 inches?) but every time he pushed into my throat I gagged and worse-- I panicked, feeling like I would never breath again. And just as I would start to really go nuts, he would pull out, enough to let me breathe a couple of breaths before he shoved back in. I don't remember how long he throat fucked me before I blacked out again... When I woke up the second time, I was alone, face down on the carpet from hell. I struggled to swallow and then regretted ever trying, as I was accosted by the angry taste of his cum, burning as it tried to slide down my that thing I used to call "my throat". It wasn't until I stood up that I realized my throat hadn't been the only victim. Because of the startling "lack" of feeling in my ass, it took me by surprise that I began to feel something dribbling down my right leg. With no little trepidation, I reached back and felt for my hole but couldn't actually feel anyhing other than the slime oozing from my ass, which I reluctantly brought to my nose for the superfluous identification. I am not sure what compelled me to look in the mirror, but I wish I hadn't. When I looked, I saw the letters written on my forehead by what must have been a big-ass marker: "Y O A T". What the fuck was a "yoat"? I have been called many things by many people (not all of whom particularly liked me) and indeed was called at least a dozen humiliating names by TCD himself in the short period I actually remember, but try as I may, I couldn't remember anyone calling me or anyone else a "yoat". Did he mean "goat" by some chance? Maybe he was just a terrible speller. Maybe it wasn't English and since I don't know Spanish, I settled anxious mind down thinking that must be it. Weirdly, the only thing I could think of next were the fucking Hardy Boys and not the cute Parker Stevenson/Shaun Cassidy Hardy Boys, either, but the four dozen Hardy Boys books I read when I was 10 years old. Nothing I did could clear my mind of the stupid "boys" until it finally occurred to me that they were speaking to me from the recesses of my youthful memories to remind me: you're looking at a mirror, dumbass. I ran back to the mirror expecting THE answer to everything going on, but was only met with the sickening realization that TAOY was probably even less intelligible that a "yoat", which at least sounded like something. Again, my mind rapidly mulled the meaning of TOAY, and again, it was rebuffed. Of course, by now, my body, and its many travails was now starting to wake up and it didn't take much for my body to remind my mind: you have far bigger issues than this stupid teenage mystery, dude. The now searing pain in my ass, the mangled chortling of my throat which could not longer utter words, even in a whisper, the raw feeling in my knees, the ache in my shoulders where my arms must have been pulled back in some physiologically irrational way, and the growing feeling that could only be described as micro-wasps trying to sting their way into my butt cheeks. When I consulted my new nemesis, the fucking mirror from Wonderland, I could tell someone had wailed on my butt as they were "spanking welts" all up and down each cheek. And above them in very neatly written words which I deciphered quicker than a Hardy Boy: This Ain't Over Yet. More...

Click here to see Hot Dawg's original blog post... Holy crap! I watch a lot of porn and this one is undoubtedly one of the worst (if not the worst) I've seen in the last 25 years. Allegedly, it's based loosely (and I do mean loosely) on Harry Potter. First off, the lead is no where near as cute as Daniel Radcliffe. Secondly, the "story" is lame and the action is tepid. I was really surprised when I saw Matthew Rush in it. Oh, how far he's fallen! Trust me, this is one you do not want to waste your time on. If it doesn't give me a hardon (and I usually get them pretty easy), which this one didn't, don't waste your hard earned money. You'd be better off using it for an enema (which might be more enjoyable than this flick). Later! More...

Click here to see the original blog post on Surrendering My Bottom... Every moment in life offers you a choice. You can hit snooze for the third time, OR you can get up early and go running. You can skip breakfast and gulp down an Extra Large Dunkin D Coffee, OR you can eat a bowl of fresh cut fruit with oatmeal. You can drive to work like a man possessed, pushing for every advantage to get to work those 3 minutes faster, OR you can decide to be the guy that let's the other car make that impossible left turn. Every moment offers us those choices, if we only open our eyes and see them for what they are. But not all choices are equal. I didn't have to call "The Card Dude". Keeping The Card was a choice. If I had thrown it away that first day, this story wouldn't need to be told and I would be a rather different person. Calling The Card Dude ("TCD") was another, and somewhat bigger, choice. With the call, I "chose" action and "carpe diem" over the mundane safety of my comfortable life. With that call, I chose to be "another me", if only for a moment, with no idea who that might turn out to be. As I sat looking at the phone after being "ordered" to the TCD's place, I realized I was being presented a much larger and (seminally) profound choice. It was one of those "Big Life Choices" that we get from time to time. It was a choice between a lingering (but inconvenient) fantasy and a "hard to contemplate" reality, between serotonic comfort and adrenaline rush, between a control-oriented brain, and the unprobed recesses of my inner void (um... so to speak...) Some part of me, the responsible/dependable part, calmly reminded: "You don't have to go. Just walk away now, and chuck this whole thing up to an *interesting* life experience. In a few weeks, it will all seem like a funny dream." And as the rest of me heard these soothing words, I felt the lightness of being that often follows a near traumatic moment. I became me, again. I left my office, jumped into my car and allowed muscle memory to make all the turns, stops and starts that represent my 13.5 minute drive home. But 43 minutes later, I was still driving and my heart-rate picked up as TCD's rather ordinary house came into view. Apparently, choices, profound or otherwise, aren't always made with one's brain. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... While Dan and I were at Time's Square, he got a text from a fuckbuddy of his. he was taking loads and wanted to know if he wanted to swing by. We caught a taxi and went to his apartment, there on the bed was a buff, blonde, tall handsome jock. His butt has a light coating of hair, and it was round and inviting. I dove in and ate his butt, I tasted the sweet taste of a load from a man who I will never know. I stuck my tongue in and got some of the spunk from him, then Dan and I took turns nailing his ass. We both made out with him while we fucked him and I shot my load deep into his hole. We then went out to see more of the NY sights. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... If you guys live in LA, spend time in weho, or go to Faultline, you've seen him, the tall slender guy with the curled mustache. He is a total slut and total exhibitionist. A few weeks ago he was in the showers at the gym, showing off his pireced tattooed cock, fingering his hole as he showered. I went up to him and I fingered his cunt. He smiled at me and followed me into the massage room. I bent him over and ate his showoff manpussy. Then I slid my dick into him. "Yeah, fuck me, breed me, give me your load, I want to have a piece of you with me when I have lunch with my friends, give me that fucking sperm, sperm my fucking hole, give it to me, man that dick feels so good, so fucking hot, cream my ass" It was nonstop. He nasty talk was neverending and it was going srraight to my balls. I unloaded deep in his cunt. He smiled and went on his way, I always got a big smile and wink after that. More...

Click here to see College Cumslut's original blog post... Hey guys (and gals?), sorry I've been MIA the last couple of weeks. Between work, family and, well, football starting (72-0... Go Ducks!) I've been pretty damn busy. I picked up another shift at work with the goal of making as much money as possible now so I don't have to work as much when school starts. Part 2 of the Beach Boys story will be posted shortly. I already have half of it done. Because you have all waited so patiently for so long, here's a short recap of a fun little encounter Jockguy and I had earlier this week: I was sitting in my apartment around lunch time, watching tv and waiting for work to start. I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to see Jockguy. "Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked, surprised. "It's my lunch break. I have half an hour," Jockguy said. He walked in my apartment, grabbed my hand and led me to my room. "I've been horny all day. I need a quicky," Jockguy said, getting undressed. "Do I have a say in this?" I asked. "Nope. Take off your pants," Jockguy instructed. "And what if I don't want to?" Jockguy grabbed my jogging pants and pulled them, and my underwear, down in one quick motion. "Trust me, you want to," Jockguy said as he pushed me onto my bed. I landed on my stomach. Jockguy immediately crammed his tongue in my ass. Spreading my cheeks with his hands he had full access to my hole. His tongue darted in and out of my pucker, lubing it with his spit. When my ass was sufficiently lubed, Jockguy spit-lubed his cock and lined it up against my waiting hole. He slowly pushed forward. His dick head popped into my ass, sending a bolt of pain throughout my body. I bit down on my pillow and tried to relax. After a couple seconds the pain turned to pleasure. Jockguy started to pump his cock in and out of my ass, making me moan with each thrust. His cock felt amazing as it hit my prostrate, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. Jockguy pounded away for what seemed like forever. His balls slapped against my ass with force. His quads beat into the back of my thighs. His hands gripped my shoulders and forced my body into his. After what seemed like an eternity, Jockguy tensed up. "I'm gonna cum!" Jockguy's cock swelled up as he exploded in my ass, sending shot after shot of hot, creamy cum deep in my used hole. Jockguy collapsed on top of me, hard cock still buried deep inside of me. "Fuck, I needed that," Jockguy whispered in my ear. "Glad I could help. Anytime you need me, I'm here." I turned my head and kissed Jockguy. He pulled out of my ass and rolled beside me. We made out for about 5 minutes. "I really gotta go," Jockguy said after pulling off of a kiss. "I'll call you when I get off tonight." Naked, I led Jockguy to the door. "That'll be $200," I said, putting my hand out. "Ha! You are overvaluing yourself by about $150," Jockguy laughed. I pucnhed him in the arm. "You know I'd pay a lot more than that for that ass of yours," Jockguy said, pulling me in for one last kiss. "Ok, I really have to go. See ya later, sexy." Jockguy slapped my ass as he walked out the door. More...

Click here to see Suave Knight's original blog post... I can't remember if I mentioned this before or not, but my gym (Golds) was bought by Crunch, which gave all of us 1 month to decide whether we wanted to stay. Given Crunch is only located on the bay area and not conducive to my travel, I opted to leave. So, after my years of complaining about the troll-infestation, the situation has now resolved itself by my leaving, and I'm now the not-so-proud member of 24-hours-- which is a bit ghetto and not a blonde person to be found in the entire gym. And whoever designed this gym made it absolutely shenanigan-proof, as there is no area in the locker room, showers, steamroom (coed) or anywhere else where any covert action can be had. They really knew what they were doing. So, Good-by to all the trolls and possibilities of sex in the showers and steamroom. I was debating on whether or not to go to an Underwear party in SF over this weekend. The fact is the same evening I was invited to a photography exposition of a good and long-time friend of mine (the 3rd member of a trio including me and Rug back in the day). Since this was down in East San Jose (can't even remember how long it's been since I was there) and I had invited my friend, Chef to come along I calculated my odds at 50/50 that I would be able to make it all the way back up to SF. And as I was doing housework, I got a phonecall from a guy I'd been talking to online during the week; 30-something athletic white guy with an awesome looking bubble-butt. As it was around lunchtime, I thought I'd go for it. When I showed up at his place (10 mins from me) he was like his pic, so I wasted no time in getting him into his room and fucking his bubble-butt. Wasn't great, but it did the trick, and made up my mind not to go to the Underwear party (wouldn't ever want to go to one of those things when I'm not "fully loaded" as it were...what's the point?) On my way home, I got a call from the Mario Lopez looking kid I had decided to cut from my harem as I didn't want him driving around drunk to me. Well, that resolved itself as well, since he got caught violating his probation from the DUI and got his car impounded. He called and asked if I could pick him up and we could go back to my place. No harm in that I thought, so I swung by his place, took him home, and rode his bubble-butt boy-pussy for a good 1/2 hour (that boy is a force of nature). "OK, that's that," I thought, "Time to get productive." So, after I dropped him back at his place (he's 1/2 a mile from me) I got some lunch, did some housework and got called by ANOTHER dude I'd been talking to online (30-year-old buffed dude from Quebec). Now, here's the thing; normally 2 rounds would be enough, but I get into some seriously randy spells, and I just thought "why not?" So, he came over, and I took him into my room so he could start off by slobbering on my dick. Since he seemed to be following instructions well, I took the opportunity to snap a couple of pics. A couple of you have asked what I meant by "issues" when I refer to certain holes. Well, here you can see one that I was talking about. Of course this didn't stop me from pounding his hole (it really felt GREAT, definitely enough to get off a 3rd round for the day). And after he left, I realized I'd REALLY better get ready for the exhibit. Unfortunately, I rushed so much that I ended up leaving my cell-phone at my house, and only realized it 45-mins into my drive. And since I had coordinated with Chef that he would be calling me for directions etc, I had to improvise and swing by his work (he was JUST getting ready to leave, so I'm grateful it worked out) where he then followed me to the exhibit. It was definitely nice to see old friends and socialize. But I really didn't want or plan to make it an all-night thing. But of course that's how those kind of things go; from the exhibit, someone had heard of another party at another location and everyone decided to go. Since I had invited Chef, I didn't want to say no, and ended up taking him to the next party as well. He had a lot more fun there than I did (I wasn't drinking) and ended up staying until 4:30am so he could get in some wet-back's pants (apparently it was worth it), while I had left around 2 (he was cool with that). The next day I spent mostly catching up on sleep and keeping it low-key. But I did get hit up by yet ANOTHER guy I'd been talking to online previously. I checked my libido, and it wasn't completely exhausted from the day before, so I told him he could come over. Long story short; I am SOOOOO glad he did! He's a 20-something white guy, looks like a much younger Brian Austin Green with a crew-cut. And he is a GREAT fuck! DAYUM! I was just talking with Chef the night before at the party that neither of us seem to be able to bag white guys here in Cali. But DAYUM! Happy Birthday to ME! I got off two rounds in him, and could definitely see possibly even dating this guy. Only problem is he lives in SJ and comes up this way once a week. So, I'd probably get a regular fuck off him, but might want more. Lastly, my trip to Toronto is canceled, but it all worked out for the best since I WILL be able to go to Ottawa, and then drive to Montreal to see my good pal Kev-bo. Unfortunately, since his condo got damaged during the flash-flood over the summer he's in an executive stay. It won't be a problem, but I was looking forward to a tour of his pimped-out pad. More...

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Click here to see Taken Like A Champ's original blog post... A new batch of videos is being published by a photographer out of New York City who has decided to post them on his own blog rather than rely on Xtube, which has just disintegrated over the past few days into a useless pile of code. I mean, what the fuck is going on at Xtube? Did someone cum all over their keyboard or what? Videos take forever to start, and when they finally do, you get only about 10 seconds worth of film before it freezes up and stops working altogether. There have been some pretty decent-looking videos of good length posted over the last few days, but none of them can be seen. So here's a better solution if you're posting on Xtube. Do what NYC_photographer on Xtube has done... load your videos on your own blog and use Xtube only to publicize where they're at. If Xtube ever gets its act together (clean the cum out of your servers, boys), you can still watch the vids there, but in the meantime, just put them on your own blogs. A blog is so easy to create for yourself, even a caveman can do it. (I believe even a caveman would do a better job of running Xtube these days.) Let's hope the folks at Xtube didn't leave some old geezer alone at the switch for the long holiday weekend, and when they walk in Tuesday morning they find him keeled over his keyboard with his cock out and all the circuits screwed up... Oh yeah, here's where you can find NYC_photographer's videos: http://nycamateurvideos.blogspot.com/. Enjoy! For now, here's a sample of one of his vids, but be forewarned: It's a link to Xtube, so it may not load for you. (Not even Xtube's embed codes are working, so I have to give you just the link.) Here goes: http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=P1QMb-G241-. Later bros, will More...

Click here to see original blog post on Diary of a Cumslut... I was slutting around on Craig's List and found an out-of-town top that wanted to fuck my ass in public. We arranged to meet at a local park restroom. I arrived before hand and took my place in one of the stalls. With the door unlocked I dropped my track pants, lubed my hole, and bent over, waiting for my man. After a few minutes I heard the door open. "Is that him?", I thought to myself. I stayed quiet, bent over and I heard him walking around, quietly. It was him. Another minute later I heard him outside my stall and he came in. He didn't waste any time before his big Mexican cock was out and his fingers were probing my ass. I reached back with both hands, spreading my hole, begging this stranger to shove his meat inside me. I felt the tip of his head pushing at my well lubed hole. I moaned and pushed back onto it. He shoved the length of his cock inside me and began to pump my ass quickly. He never mentioned a condom, and I never even cared. Here I was, bent over in a public restroom with some stranger's raw dick pounding my sweet ass. I never even turned around to see what he looked like, I didn't care. I just liked knowing what a slut I must have looked like to this guy. Willingly taking anonymous stranger cock up my hole, bent over a dirty public toilet, not a care in the world except pleasing his cock. My ass was providing a well needed service to this guy. A place where he can come, fuck a tight ass, dump a load, and go about his day. He fucked me for a minutes before just unloading in me. He never even told me he was going to cum, or even ask if he could cum inside me, he just assumed my ass was there to be filled with sperm, and he was right. Afterward he pulled out and left. I waited a few minutes until I left so I wouldn't see him. When I got back in my car I called a trick I had met online. An older guy from a dadd/son website. I told him I wanted to come over and get fucked. He said, "come on over.". I arrived at his place and we got naked and I began sucking his cock in his bedroom. With my ass in the air, his fingers immediately started probing my hole. After a few minutes he got on top of me, and stuck his cock in me. "Wow, your ass is warm!", he exclaimed. "Yeah, I just got fucked in a public restroom by a stranger..." I said with a sly grin. "You did? So you really are a little whore, aren't you?" "Yes, sir", I replied. He finished fucking me and blew his load. I dressed and drove home. What a good day. More...

Click here to see Closet BB Cumdump's original blog post... Although I'm easy anyway.... Last Friday I was on bbrt and a guy hit me up. I love the quick exchanges to get us to the goods. It took all of 4 emails and I was set to go to his place. He had a sling and wanted me to get in it so he could fuck me. No problemo! I was already showered so I just douched quick and hit the road. He was about 35 minutes away, no biggie. Got to his place and he let me in but he was about to jump in the shower. Real nice guy too. Help yourself to anything in fridge, etc. etc. He is done about 5 minutes later and he comes out and says he is real glad I could stop by as he checks me out. No problem I said. We head to his bedroom and the sling is in the bag at the foot of the bed so we pull out all the pipes and set it up. He gets on his knees and starts blowing me. He is versatile so I'm thinking he might want to get fucked too. But he stays on my dick sucking it greedily for about 10 minutes. It takes a lot to get me to cum from oral so I am not sure if that's what he is hoping for or not but he stops anyway and climbs on the bed. I follow him and start blowing him too. He is a moaner lots of noise which makes me go harder and faster. We get into a 69 and do that up for another 5 or 10 minutes. He finally tells me to stop because he doesn't want to cum yet. He wants to cum in my hole. Works for me man!! So now it's time for the main show. I climb up into the sling and he asks me if I like getting rimmed. I say hell yeah and he drops to his knees. For the next 30 minutes I can't even tell you how good it was. He looooves to rim and I have never had someone feast on my hole as much as he did. It was so awesome. I love being a sling pig and just getting done any way a guy wants. It's the best thing. So after that awesome prep he pulls out a can of Crisco. Yep, Crisco... I look at him and he laughs. He says 'I'm old school.' I tell him I don't care as long as he slips it in. Which he does nice and slow. He tells me to just push down a bit more and then he grabs the straps and guides my butt into his dick for the next 10 minutes. He moves his hips back and forth like a well oiled piston from a high performance engine. He is realllly talented. I am loving it so much that I come on my stomach a few minutes later. He says he is sorry, he didn't mean to make me cum so fast. Then he asks if I need to stop. No!!!! I told him to keep going. Me cumming doesn't slow me down and I still want his load. He starts up again and grabs the straps again and starts and stops 3 or 4 times over the next 15 minutes or so. Then he asks if I'm ready for it. Fuck yeah I say, breed me good. He starts up again but this time inside of swaying side to side he pulls the straps dead on to his dick and plows me hard and deep for a few minutes, moaning all the time. The moans start getting louder and I know it's coming. He gets louder still and then all of a sudden I hear fuck, fuck, fuck as he starts cumming in my hole. Nice load. It squirted out a bit as soon as he pulled out. He went back to his knees and ate my hole and then brought what he gobbled up to my mouth so we could share. We got back on the bed and hung out for a few minutes and then I jumped in the shower for a quick wash and off I went. Easy to decide what we both wanted. Got right to business. Spent a lot of play time and got my load Woohoo! More...

Click here to see Midtown Mutt's original blog post... I traveled to Provincetown early in August. Two friends of mine and I rented a townhouse for the week in the West End. For those familiar with P'town, we were about a block from the Boatslip. We stayed at the same condo last year. However, my head was not in a good place last year and I didn't pursue men, and simply hung out and drank with my friends. This year was a different matter. I played with one latin stud on two different occasions. Let's just say he had a rockin' hard body and a nice big uncut dick. The first time, I went to his place to play which was a tiny cottage about a five minute walk away. We got naked and I started to suck his big uncut cock. Before I knew it, his cock was in my hole pounding away in a variety of positions. After about 20 minutes, he was on his back and I was riding his cock. He started making a lot of noise, and I pulled off him. I looked back as his cock popped out of me and spewed cum. I look at him and sank back on his cock so he could breed me. The second guy I played with the next day was a 15 second fuck. The next day, I was alone in the condo and on Grindr. Someone hit me up and said he was going for a run and near the condo. He wanted to get fucked before he returned to his boyfriend, so I gave him the address. The guy was over in about two minutes. Now I've played with some beautiful men in my day, but this guy was 36 years old and drop dead gorgeous. We headed up to my room and quickly stripped because he was pressed for time. In two seconds, he was naked on on his back with his cock in my mouth and my tongue in his hole, alternatively. Finally, I couldn't wait and I put my cock head up to his hole and pushed into him. What a sweet hole! We kissed as I fucked him. On one hand, I was jealous of his boyfriend, but on the other hand, I was glad Pretty Boy was not my boyfriend! After about 20 minutes, I told Pretty Boy I was close, to which he replied, "Breed me." As I came in his beautiful, silky ass, Pretty Boy shot a couple of loads, one of which hit the wall behind us. The guy cleaned up and we said our goodbyes, only to see each other again at T Dance standing next to Boyfriend. The next day, I went back to the hot latin guy and we fucked each other. I came in him and he smiled. More...

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here I hit up a semi-regular of mine on Wed pm since I hadn't shot a load in someone's mouth in a week and a half. I went over, he got down on his knees and got to work. After a bit, I decided to sit on the couch. I sat down, and he continued. I swear that he was doing something different this time, because it felt totally different than it has before. In almost no time, I was dumping a nice load in his mouth. He swore that he'd not been doing anything differently. I beg to differ... More...

To see The Slut's original blog post click here It's been a phenomenal summer in New York!* This weekend we're celebrating the end of summer with the World's Greatest Cumdump. I helped whore him out last time he was in town back in July.* This time he's coming for a marathon breeding session all weekend.* This kid is 23yo, 6'1", 150lbs, silky smooth with a hungry hole that never gets enough cum.* He is NOT to be missed.* The fact that he is gorgeous is just the beginning -- he is a filthy little pig.* He loves getting his hole used and abused by random strangers and LOVES toxic sperm!* If you're in New York this week, EMAIL ME and come help us fill his sloppy hole. It can be a quick pump-n-dump, or you can hang out and dump several loads in him... or drop by anytime during the weekend that you need to shoot some jizz in a hot hole. Hope to see some of you sluts this weekend!* More...

Click here to see Hot Dawg's original blog post... I've been following this whole sad story for the last couple of weeks and I have to say that I am fully in support of Mason. So many people have trashed him about his status that I have to wonder if they doth protest too much. And, the way it was revealed was totally uncalled for. It's up to Mason to reveal to his partners (or the entire world) what his status is, not some pissed off ex-roommate who is trying to get some publicity. Is he maybe HIV+? Mason is an adult and was fully aware of the risks he took having unprotected sex with other guys. Like him, I love sex as much as the next guy. I've had lots of bareback sex. Thankfully, I've been lucky and haven't caught anything (yet). But, I know the risk I take each time I fuck someone or get fucked by someone raw. Each time I feel a hot load of cum shooting into me, I think, "Is this the time?" If it is, so be it. It's my choice. So, Mason, you have a lot of fans out there who love you and enjoy what you do. This isn't the end of your life (or even your career). Get out there and live, dammit!! And, tell everyone else to go fuck themselves. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here I had some time to hit the gym today so I headed over. This is going to be a short entry because it was a short blow job but it was fun. I had done almost an hour on the stair climber and just wanted to soak and relax in the steam room. When I got to the locker room there were only a few guys around. Not every day are there any guys that even want to get off, so I never assume or look for it. While in the steam, another guy came in. Had not seen him before and he sat down next to me. Salt and pepper close cropped hair, but easily in his mid thirties and a football players build that was muscular and full. I was about ready to head out so my towel was around my waist. Normally I don't wrap the towel since our locker room is men only and I don't care if another guy looks. It also makes it fun to walk around if you have a 2 gauge PA. Anyway, he sat down and I could not be sure but he seemed to glance over a few times. It was hot so I took an extra minute to grab a cold shower and headed back in. This time I sat down and let my towel open. He looked over and I could then see his uncut cock and it was getting firm. Once I saw that, I got hard as well and let him check it out. He saw that I was interested and started stroking. Right away I reached over to grasp his cock and stroke it. He moved closer and let me give him a short hand job. Then he leaned over and swallowed my cock in his mouth. Well, if that is what you like...let me have a shot! He leaned back and said he had never tried a PA. I stroked him one more time and then leaned over to swallow his foreskin and shaft into my mouth. A good hand full of cock and that slicked up foreskin slid into my mouth so nice and easy. I kept sucking and stroking - using my tongue to tease the head under the skin and using my lips and mouth to suck the extra bit into my mouth. Then I would do down to the base and come back to start over. Very soon he was telling me to slow down, and not long after that I felt the first shot of cum blast out and hit my lips, tongue and hand. I stroked the shaft while licking my hand clean and immediately went back to the head to catch the next shot. Cum volley number two and three went in my mouth and some hit my hand so that when all was done I just had to lick my hand clean. He leaned back and said "thanks!" - always willing to be of service. There is nothing more sweet and cool feeling than a hot cum load in the steam room. More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here It was a rare, but much needed, warm summer day in the city so my husband and I went to a local watering hole for the afternoon. While standing around with friends I noticed a hot guy talking to some people. One of the people in his circle was also commenting on his cock size. Based on what I could see in his pants, and as it got firmer I was intrigued. The other person that was talking mentioned that if this new visitor was horny he would be happy to take it up his ass. I replied that I would be more than happy to swallow it to the base. Well, nothing happened right away so I continued walking around. Soon I was standing in line to use the trough and in front of me was the bottom from the previous conversation and the hung new visitor. The visitor was in the middle and the bottom kept pointing out how large he was and he got pee shy. As I walked in and was able to see it all, my mouth fell open ....naturally. HUGE mushroom head, thick shaft poking straight at the wall and some nice full balls. After leaving the trough I started chatting and after about 10 minutes the visitor mentioned that the first trough visit was a pre-emptive piss but now he really did need to go. I told him that I would follow and keep the other guys from gawking so that he could do his business. He laughed and said that was great. So off to the trough we went... And I did my duty by standing and letting him pee. THEN, I offered to take it down my throat. He turned around and I stepped back to let him corner me and to give other guys a chance to use the trough. The head just came right at me and I opened wide! So fucking hot and he was rock hard. I kept sucking on the head and then deep throating while fondling his balls. We kept this up for about a minute, until people started to bottle neck to see his cock buried in my throat. I told him about the next spot we were going and that if he wanted to finish up, I would be more than happy to take his load. He smiled and said that may happen. Fast forward about an hour and I did indeed run into him at the next location. My husband and I were just standing around when he came in and I immediately took him to the best spot in the house. You know I was on my knees before anyone else could come over and claim that hot massive piece of flesh. With my husband standing there, I was down on my knees and filling my mouth. This time I knew that we could finish so I took my time. I was swallowing close to 9 or 10 inches of cock and the shaft was probably between 5 and 6 inches around so you know damn well that I was leaking pre cum and having a feast. Nipples were exposed and my husband took those in hand and worked them while I was polishing off his cock head. I kept one hand on his shaft and alternately worked on deep throat, stroke the shaft and fondle the cum filled nuts. Of course this was a cock that would choke most beginners but I was in my happy place and could not get enough. After an unknown amount of time ( when I am in that zone, I lose track of time - as my husband and others could tell you) he was close to shooting a load and let us know with sounds and body movements. The first shot almost instantly filled my mouth, it was so good and thick - and then the next three or four shots came right after. I knew he was edging/being worked up over the afternoon and I wanted to take it all. There was so much that I was close to blowing my load without even touching myself. After he had fully drained his balls and was spent, we stood there and continued some small talk. He was heading off to an event out in the desert and this was a great goodbye blow. Maybe on his trip back home, I will see him again and be able to get another full load. More...

More... As I mature in recent years, I've come to appreciate a guy beyond the physical attributes. Don't get me wrong, any guy with a rock hard boy and stunning good looks still gives me a boner, but a guy's attitude and shared interest definitely rocks my boat as is the case with Big Shot. I never understood the attraction of confidence until Big Shot. That first night as I walked behind him to the restaurant and seeing how he took control of things, I questioned why such a seemingly confident guy is actually so submissive behind closed doors. I found myself upset over him when he said he was only free to spend time with me Friday and Saturday day time when I may the detour to L.A. for the sole purpose of meeting him. I'm a touchy-feelie person and the few times I patted him on his back and ass in the mountains of L.A., he didn't reciprocate. I almost felt he was shrugging me off when he dropped me at the hotel and I mentioned "so I'll see you again in October" and he simply said "you know how to look for me" without any sense of excitement. I worried that he was no longer interested in me after having spent the Saturday together because it happens to me after I get to know the guy. On several occasions once I get to know the person I had been shagging, my carnal desires diminish because the guy is no longer so sexy when you learn of his flaws. Stepping out of his car and walking into the hotel, all I could think of was that he seemed 'cold' and probably we wouldn't see again. I found myself repeatedly checking out his Facebook profile to see his pictures and even read his blog he wrote for about 9 months in 2006. I see him on Facebook regularly and I've held back from messaging him for fear I may seem too needy. When we did finally chat I told him I felt he was a bit 'cold' and Big Shot seemed offended by my adjective. And when he mentioned he was offered opportunities in Europe, my heart sank knowing the chances of us meeting would be nil. I don't know what to think of this guy, I'm definitely attracted to him but understand that there's an element of sexual attraction as well and I really had not had the chance to know him during our rendez-vous. Being pragmatic, we have our geographical distance and I have a boyfriend whom I love very much just that we don't have sex any more. I didn't get the vibe that he was interested in any emotional relationship with me. Imagine how ecstatic I was when he messaged online informing me he's moving back to Montréal to join the family business. Reading his blog, I learned that he was offered the opportunity more than 2 years ago but wanted to build something himself in L.A. and not live in the shadow of his family. Big Shot is now a 5-hour drive instead of a 5-hour flight away, better yet, the business has a branch in Toronto he intends to frequent. We had a positive rapport during the conversation as he seemed excited that we would meet with greater frequency. I'm naturally a pretty straight-forward guy so I let him know "deep in my hear I'm cheering 'yippie.'" More...

More... I posted three pics of myself a few weeks ago and my favourite blogger Scott from Bill in Exile has shared my ass over the weekend on his blog saying that I'm hot. I've read Scott's blog from day one and he's had his share of hunks and pornstars so I feel honoured when he says he likes me. Thanks for for ego-boost! Bill In Exile: Blogger Triptych More...

More... Most guys would agree that body builder Cody Miller is quite a specimen of manhood and I've admired him ever since he first posed on these gay muscles sites 2 years ago when he was 19. So when I was in Palm Springs in August and realised he was minutes away, I gave him a call to arrange a meeting. He drove to the hotel I was staying wearing shorts and a tank-top with "Personal Trainer" emblazoned on the back, I presume that there are few professions in Palm Springs for a body builder. I then found out he had to head to work as a trainer at a hotel in the desert afterwards. Aware that we were in a time crunch and obvious what we were meeting for, he placed his food cooler (required for body builder eating 7 meals a day) and slipped off his shoes and tee. My jaws dropped at the mass in front of my eyes, he looked as good as his photos and it's at that point I realise the 210 lbs he packs on his 5'9" frame is all muscle. I've never gotten into muscle worship before, which I understand consists of little interaction on his part. I didn't hesitate to run my hands over the crevices of his abs as he flexed and I licked over his muscles like a lollipop. With these straight guys, I didn't expect kissing but I'm the type who would never give up without a try so when I migrated from his neck to his face, I essentially thrusted into his kmouth and tongue. He kissed back but ever so reluctantly, his tongue just darted out to meet mine for a second and he would withdraw. Then I realised that despite his amazing body, a gay-for-pay guy lacks passion which is more important for me than a killer bod and face. On the bed, I stripped him down and feasted on his ass cuz you know how much I love those, and sucked his dick. I couldn't help but notice he was keeping his eyes shut tight all along most likely dreaming of the girlfriend whilst a gay guy was sucking his 6" landscaped shaft. My lips were getting sore from the suction that I explored his other muscles and taking cue from me that I wanted him to cum, he took the matter in his own hands and jacked himself off blowing drops in my mouth, obvious that he had shot a load earlier in the day or last night. I blew seconds after at the sight of his orgasm, if you can call it that - more like a pressured ejaculation. I thought to myself that the experience wasn't all that great as Cody Miller showered. I paid him his fee $275 and asked myself the essential question, 'who I want it again?' and I answered 'no.' It may me realise that I get hard when the guy is into me. Recalling some gym steam room experiences, I can throw a steel hard-on when the guy is giving me attention regardless of his body and sometimes nothing happens. Cody Miller's body is undeniably a sight to behold but it might as well be a piece of art as I was the one who desired him. Maybe I am a narcissist. More...

More... Some guys blog as therapy while others to achieve a specific goal so blogs come and go all the time. I've picked up a few hot ones recently and sad that two of my favs are closing down. Hot: Masc Dude Writer - New York collegeboy with a dominant kinky streak with the same taste for men and porn as me College Hooker Boy - well-to-do college guy in the south selling his soul and body My Life As a Pup - a total top's life flipped upside down after meeting a guy at a New York bar Waterlogg(ed) - adorable San Francisco cub from Folsom Fair 2008 I miss: The Great Cock Hunt - the sexcapades and love life of a hot New Yorker my age London Preppy - obsessive compulsive Greek boy in London with a rocking body More...