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To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here I was going to blog about Knightbreeders but got distracted by Treasure Island Media's latest, 'Breeding Season 2,' which I finally viewed last night. You may recall my blogging about seeing it on the lousy video screens at the Chaps II bar in SF and still being impressed...by old stalwart Brad McGuire and a crop of new bottoms, including John Sullivan whom I described as a 'keeper.' He's more than that...it looks like he's going to be TIM's next big star bottom. Breeding Season 2 is a 2-disc set and you really get your money's worth...disc 2 has some shorter chapters incl. a couple of gangbangs, some re-edited chapters and a preview of Ryan Sullivan's upcoming video, called 'Island,' a sort of homage to What I Can't See (more about that in a minute)which in shorthand will be referred to as WICS3 starring Ryan's brother...that same John Sullivan the keeper, the looker, who will play the role first played by cuteslut, the bottom who started it all. Back around the turn of the century, barebacking was still something that raised eyebrows. It all got on tape around '99, with Michael McKey including a bareback fuck in Depth Charge 2, complete with a droplet of cum on a fucked hole. I wrote to Michael at the time about how the hell did it get in and he wrote back saying that the director was so tweaked at the time he didn't notice. MMcKey was the videographer, not yet to direct his own bareback classics. I think his reply was a joke, but we were definitely going in a new direction. Then around the same time, Paul Morris did Raunch Lunch (I believe) which I read about in one of those cheap, amateurish 'zines held together with staples. You wrote to a PO box on Market St. and Paul got back to you with a self-addressed stamped envelope...that was only about 10 years ago! McKey came out with Bareback:The Movie and Bareback 2:Once in a Blue Moon, but then Paul blew it wide open with 'Breed Me' and the opening sequence, some J. Arthur Rank gongs and a bottom milking 15 or 16 loads of cum out of his ass with a dildo. I think we were all shocked at this but there was no turning back...barebacking was taboo, verboten, sexy, hot and we wanted more of it. What I Can't See had an interesting premise: a blindfolded bottom getting fucked by a wide variety of guys in a motel room that looks like Beck's on Market St. Cuteslut was a skinny little redhead who didn't drive, lived in Modesto or thereabouts and was posting in the early days of the internet...I think for a while he was splitting his time between CA & NYC. There was very little cum in this video, and I wrote to Paul about it and he wrote back saying that cuteslut's ass just soaked up all that jizz. There'll be a lot more cum in Island/WICS3, to be sure. Scott O'Hara wrote that Cory Monroe (a cute skinny little blonde bottom from the pre-condom '80's) mused that he hoped one day there would be a porno that would be 'ALL SUCKING! ALL FUCKING! ALL POZ!' What made me think of Cory Monroe is that John Sullivan is interviewed in the preview (on disc 2 of BS2) and for the first time there is a discussion of HIV status...John is poz which of course is going to make him all that more desirable. The world turns.. In Breeding Season 2, the openly poz top Lito Cruz drills an in-shape daddy called Seth, and of course we all want to be like Seth sucking in Lito's poz load...disclosure is sexy...as Sean Storm communicated to me, 'we all love those poz loads, don't we?' Breeding Season 2 is a terrific video, buy it(!) and can't wait for Island/Whaat I Can't See 3...I got a feeling it's going to be important. More...

Click here to see College Cumslut's original blog post... I love the beach. More specifically, I love the Oregon coast. For those of you who have never been to the Oregon coast, you are missing out. It's some of the most beautiful coastline in the country. And the best part? EVERY inch of it is public land. There is no private ownership of beaches in Oregon. That means 300+ miles of diverse coastline is open for exploration. The Beach Boys, Pt. 1 Jockguy and I were out at dinner about a week and a half ago. I had gotten out of class the week before and the rest of my summer was free, besides a couple days working. We had discussed taking a trip somewhere, either camping or getting a hotel. "I'm kinda over the whole camping thing," I said. "I liked it when I was younger but now I prefer a mattress and bathroom." "You are such a pussy!" Jockguy laughed. "Camping is awesome. Being outside and listening to the sounds at night. It's fun." "The idea of camping is fun. I love being outside. I love curling up in a sleeping bag and hearing the sounds of the outdoors," I said. "But not having a shower or a sink. Or having to use an outhouse..." my whiny voice trailed off. "Oh my god!" Jockguy gave me an aggravated look. "So, when did you have the surgery?" "What?" I asked confused. "What surgery?" "The surgery where you replaced your penis with a vagina," Jockguy deadpanned. "Go fuck yourself!" "I'm gonna have to fuck myself now that you HAVE A VAGINA!" We both started laughing. "Seriously though. You, me, a tent, one sleeping bag? That would be A LOT of fun." I knew he was right. My cock plumped up thinking about being naked with Jockguy in a tent, fucking wildly. "Yeah, that sounds pretty hot. Fuck, alright. Camping it is." "You are so easy! All I had to do was get us naked in a tent and you caved." "I know. I actually want to camp. I just felt like whining a little." I winked at Jockguy. "You are such a pain in the ass." "Thanks," I replied. "So, where do you wanna go then? The beach?" "Yeah, that's what I was thinking. The weather is supposed to be nice." We continued to discuss our trip while we ate. By the time the check came, we had decided on which part of the coast we would stay at and what we would do there. We planned to leave that Friday, 3 days away. Friday came quickly. I loaded my tent, sleeping bags, and clothes into my car and heading to pick Jockguy up. I went to his apartment and knocked on the door. A minute later, he opened the door, wearing only a towel. "What the fuck!" I yelled in a mock-annoyed voice. "I've been ready to leave for an hour and you are still naked?!?" "If you don't shut up, this will be that last time you see me naked this weekend!" Jockguy yelled over his shoulder while running to his room. "Like you could holdout for a weekend," I muttered softly. "I heard that!" I walked down the hall and into Jockguy's room. He was completely naked, looking in his closet for something to wear. I leaned against the wall and admired his perfect body. Jockguy noticed and turned around, facing me. I lifted my eyebrows and motioned my head towards the bed. Jockguy started laughing. "I thought we had to leave?!" "Well, it's not like we HAVE to leave. Another 20 minutes isn't gonna hurt." "If it was actually only 20 minutes, I'd say 'ok'. But you KNOW we will end up fucking for 2 hours, exhaust ourselves and bail on the trip." Jockguy turned back towards the closet and grabbed some clothes. "Well, hurry the fuck up then!" I yelled, laughing. "Watch it! That's 2 strikes," Jockguy replied. "How many do I get?" "You are only supposed to get 3 but I always give you about 20." "And my looks pay off again!" "God, you are annoying," Jockguy said, pulling a pair of cargo shorts on. "Whatever. You love it." Jockguy smiled and slipped into some flip flops. He grabbed a backpack from his bed and headed out the door. I followed him. He locked up the apartment and we got in the car. "How long is the drive?" Jockguy asked as we pulled out of the parking lot. "About an hour or so. Which means I expect roadhead AT LEAST twice." "You better stop and get a hooker then." "Don't tempt me!" The drive to the beach was nice. The weather was perfect; sunny, warm and and not a cloud in sight. Jockguy and I talked the whole way there. About an hour after leaving Jockguy's apartment, we arrived at the beach. We found our campground. It was a first come, first serve campground. We drove around, looking for a private, secluded campsite. Luckily, the campground was practically empty. We found a nice spot under some trees, about 50ft. away from the next closest site. I pulled in to the spot and shut off the car. "Ok, go put up the tent while I sit here and watch," I said straight faced. Jockguy punched me in the shoulder. "Get your ass up and help me!" We grabbed the tent and put it up. I grabbed my sleeping bag and clothes and threw them in the tent. "Did you bring padding to sleep on?" Jockguy asked. "Uhhh, no. I've never used padding." "But the ground is hard. That's gonna suck." "Who has the vagina now?" Jockguy stared at me and then started laughing. "We can stop and grab something when go to dinner," I said, heading towards the car. I grabbed my camera and a football. "Let's head down to the beach." We walked about half a mile before reaching the beach. Everything was perfect. The weather was awesome, the beach was empty and I was with Jockguy. We threw the football back and forth for a while, talking. After about 20 minutes, we decided to walk towards a group of rocks south of us about half a mile. We walked along the edge of the water, Jockguy's arm around my waist. I stopped every now and then to take some pictures... and to kiss Jockguy. If I hadn't been afraid of getting sand in my crack, I would have taken him right there ;-) We reached the rocks and began exploring them. For those of you who have never been to the Oregon coast, it isn't just sandy beaches. We have those, but we have so much more than that too. My favorite thing to do is go out on the rocks when the tide is out and look at the tide pools. Jockguy and I did this, finding sea urchins, starfish, rock fish, sea anemones, crabs, and a very phallic looking sea cucumber-type thing. We walked and searched the rocks for at least an hour. "You ready to go grab some dinner?" Jockguy asked. "I'm starving." "Yeah, me too." We made our way up the beach and back to the campsite. I went to the tent to change my clothes. Standing in my underwear about to put on a pair of jeans, I felt a hand on my ass. I turned around and saw Jockguy giving me a devious smile. "I thought you were hungry? And if you say 'I am. I'm hungry for cock', I'm getting in the car and leaving you." Jockguy started laughing. He didn't say anything. Instead, he moved his hand under the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down. Soon the were at my feet. Jockguy got onto his knees and began licking my soft cock. He took it into his mouth where it began to swell. "Fuck, I love your mouth," I said, grabbing Jockguys head with both of my hands. My cock was now fully hard. I began to thrust my hips and slowly facefuck Jockguy. He took my cock to the base with every thrust. His right hand found it's way to my ass, where it began probing my hole. He continued to suck my dick and rub my hole. After about 10 minutes, I was ready to explode. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Jockguy deepthroated my cock and slipped his middle finger up my ass at the same time. That sent me over the edge. "Fuuuuccckkkk!" was all I could say. My balls emptied into Jockguys mouth. 5 or 6 huge jets of cum shot into his mouth and down his throat. Jockguy swallowed every drop. He kept my cock in his mouth until it went soft. He then pulled up and gave me an intense kiss. I could taste my cum on his tongue. Jockguy pulled away and smiled. "You ready to go to dinner now?" He unzipped the tent and walked towards the car. I just stood there, still in a daze. "You coming or not?" Jockguy called out. I snapped out of it, got dressed and got in the car. "Where do you wanna eat?" I asked. "I don't care. What ever you want." We drove into town and found a cool restaurant on the river that empties into the ocean. We talked and ate for about an hour and a half. I was in heaven. Just being with Jockguy is fun. We finished our meal and headed back to the campground. On our way back, Jockguy spotted a sporting goods store. "Pull over and lets get some kind of pad or foam to sleep on." I pulled over and we went intot he store. We found the camping section and the sleeping mats. Jockguy looked intense as he compared the different thicknesses. "Does it really matter?" I asked. "I'm gonna pound you so hard, you won't care what you sleeping on." He looked up at me with a smile. "I don't wanna hurt my back." I coughed and said "pussy!" at the same time. Jockguy stared at me. "Strike 3?" I asked. "And 4!" Jockguy grabbed the thickest, biggest foam pad at the store and bought it. I also grabbed some firewood. We headed back to the campground. When we got there, Jockguy went into the tent and set the bed up. I strated a fire in the fire pit. The sun set and the air became cool. The fire warmed us as the night went on. Jockguy and I sat around the fire, talking and holding each other. Around 11pm, we decided to head to bed. I followed Jockguy into the tent. I got in and zipped up the tent behind me. When I turned around, Jockguy was lying on our bed. "Come here, sexy," Jockguy said. I kicked off my shoes and shirt and laid next to Jockguy. We began to kiss. "This is foam is awesome!" I said, breaking our kiss. Jockguy pulled my lips back to his, not replying. His hands moved up and down my back and stomach. Jockguy turned me on my back and climbed on top of me. "Fuck, you are hot," I moaned. We continued to makeout and grind against each other. I put my head under Jockguys shirt and felt his ripped stomach. I love his body. Jockguy sat up and pulled his shirt and sweatshirt off, revealing his tan and toned torso. He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. "I told you this would be fun,' Jockguy said with a huge smile. "Anywhere with you is fun." "Wow, a compliment. I was expecting some smart ass comment that I would make you pay for later." "The nights not over yet," I laughed. Jockguy leaned down and began kissing my neck. I started to maon. He kissed and licked my neck, then moved down to my chest and began sucking and nibbling my nipples. From there, he moved down my abs to the top of my jeans. Jockguy unlatched my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. Before I knew it, I was completely naked. Jockguy stood and kicked his shorts and underwear off. His big, 8in cock sprung to attention. He got back on top of me, smothering my body with is own. Our hard dicks rubbed against each other, both getting coated with a mixture of out precum. We kissed and rolled around, both getting warm and sweaty. Eventually, I ended up on top of Jockguy. I straddled him so his hard cock was against my waiting hole. Jockguy spit in his hand and rubbed it on his dick and on my ass. I grabbed his cock and guided towards my hole. When it was in position, I lowered myself onto it. "Ohhhh, fuck! I love that ass!" Jockguy moaned. I lowered myself all the way down on Jockguys cock. The pleasure overrode the pain. I leaned down and kissed Jockguy while my hole got used to the familiar dick inside it. After a couple minutes, I wispered in Jockguy's ear. "I'm ready." With that, Jockguy began to buck his hips, sending his raw cock in and out of my ass. He gabbed my waist and held it down while he thrust into my hole. I began to kiss him ass he statred pounding my hole. "Fuck... Fuck me... Harder..." Jockguy hugged me around the waist and in one move, flip us, so I was on my back and Jockguy was on top of me. He grabbed my legs and began to pound my ass. I grabbed my cock and began to furiously jerk it. Jockguys cock was hitting my prostrate, sending wave after wave of pleasure through out my body. He continued to pound away. After about 10 minutes, I was ready to cum. I pumped my cock as fast as I could. "I'm cumming! Im cumming!" I yelled. My cock erupted, shooting a hot load all over my chest and stomach. One shot hit my neck and cheek. Jockguy conntinued to fuck me. "Get on your hands and knees," Jockguy said, pulling out. Covered in my own hot cum, I hopped up onto my hands and knees, presenting my ass for Jockguy. He got behind me and guided his cock to my hole. He stuck just the head in. Grabbing my shoulders with each hand, Jockguy got ready to pound. "You ready?" he asked, panting. "Pound me!" Gripping my shoulders, Jockguy thrust his big cock all the way into my hole. I instantly became hard again. Jockguy assaulted my ass, pulling out almost all the way, then cramming back in. After a couple of minutes, I was ready to cum again. I grabbed my cock and began to stroke while Jockguy pounded me from behind. "You want my load?" Jockguy moaned. "Yeah, cum in my hole!" Jockguy grabbed me around the waist and with one last thrust exploded into my used, slutty hole. I felt the warmth of his jizz as he seeded me. I began cumming for the second time in 10 minutes. I collapsed on the sleeping bag, pulling Jockguy down with me. He laid on top of me, his cock, and load, buried deep inside me. We laid there, catching our breath. Eventually, Jockguy pulled out, leaving my hole slightly gaping and and filled with cum. I turned towards Jockguy and we began to kiss and cuddle. After a couple minutes, we got into the sleeping bag. "This kicks the shit out of a hotel, doesn't it?" Jockguy asked. "Yeah, it really does. I'm really glad we did this," I replied kissing Jockguy. We made out and talked for another hour or so before falling asleep in each other's arms. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... I have been having a wonderful time here in New York. I had dinner with Dan, HotPigg, and SkinonSkin. Great group of men. However today, I was bumming around Chelsea, and this cute jockish, latino twink caught my eye and I caught his. He didn't know any english. But we smiled at each other and he motioned me to follow him. I did, following his cute butt in his tight jeans. We got to his apartment and while climbing the steps we kissed, he groped my dick and I molested his ass. In those actions, all that needed to be said was said. I knew what he wanted from me, and he knew what I was taking from him. He climbed a bit more and entered his apartment, we didnt even get naked, we just pulled our pants down, I ate his mini bubble butt, he spread his cheeks open, allowing me deeper access to his sweet boy pussy. He moaned as i felt up his crack with my tongue and fingers, then I stood up, and slid my raw dick into his hole. More moaning from him, and grunting from him. No need to ask anything. No ability to if we wanted. Two guys, strangers, fucking. Satisfying a carnal need for sex. That was our language, the language of a man's hunger. And in that, we were fluent. I watched my bare dick go in his raw hole, he stroked his dick. I moved his hand away. No need to come yet, let's enjoy each other. He complied and we fucked. He tightened his latin boy pussy on my dick, and he brought me off into his ass. I shouted, a bull's cry, the way only a barebacking beaast can do. He pulled off and jacked off, releasing his spunk all over the floor. I held him and kissed him. We smiled and hugged. And I vanished from his life. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here The best sex is the kind you want never to end...and that's what happened at my latest trip to the Berkeley Steamworks. I was there for only a few hours and I got fucked by only four tops, but it was extraordinary in that every one was massively hung, and I ended my stay there because I didn't want an average-sized dick to 'mess up' the beauty of the consistency...so though I didn't want it to end, I knew that it would and I ended it because I wanted to remember it as a really special experience. The first top that fucked me was a 20-something Black dude with his hair wrapped in a bandana, and he delivered a rough fuck that plumbed the depths of my fuckchute. He didn't cum but the workout was so invigorating I didn't give a shit. The next top was a preppy type who was into piss...first I got rammed good and hard, followed by a piss enema...it is a great feeling getting your ass filled by a man's hot piss, and more about this encounter in a separate posting...just think, fuck, piss, wet, messy. The third, also supremely endowed was a Latin type who gave me a good even drilling and got me to thinking...ah, three big ones in a row...this can't go on. The fourth fuck of the night was delivered by a White top in his twenties with a scimitar-curved dick that was almost touched his navel...the firmness, the curve, the beauty of this dick was something to savor, but he was a rough fucker also, and by now my ass had taken a lot of deep drilling...this guy hit my prostate with every trust and I have to admit, it was gettin' to me, hurtin'...I moved forward on the bed (I was in one of the really nice x-tra large rooms) hoping he would follow and fuck me on my belly, but he wanted to give it doggy style and kept pulling me back to the edge of the bed. Wham, wham, wham, and god it was hurtin' but I wasn't goin' to ruin it for him, I held on for as long as I could. Four big-dicked tops, one right after the other, is more than any bottom could hope for. I didn't want just an OK-guy to finish it off for me, so I called it a night while I was still riding the rush. More about the piss enema in the next post...if you never heard of a piss enema delivered in a private room in a bathhouse, neither had I. This should be handled with extreme care. More...

Click here to see Pussy Boi's original blog post... Hey guys, Been a busy little cock bitch the last week or so. Lots of texts, emails, IMs, et. al floating around regarding me offering/begging for my holes to be worked over. I have been talking to this guy on IM who was referred to me from a guy we mutually know. He is a little older (28 he says), 5'9, 145, brown hair, very lean and toned, 7c thick. However, he is really into the idea of whoring me out to his friends. We've been talking about it for a while, but finally found a time that worked for him to host. I was given very specific instructions via email: "Door will be open, enter and walk upstairs. KNEEL and face towards dark hallway end, bow your head...sufficiently announce how willing, slutty and eager a cum whore you are to service...say it with conviction or get punished. I will blindfold you, then watch you disrobe for me on my command...I will instruct you after that...ropes, chains, light paddle all by bed on you as we see fit...plenty of cum and piss to give that easger cunt and throat!..." So I quickly got my shit together, put on some shorts, no underwear, some flip flops, a hat and a wife beater and headed over. Got there in about 20 minutes and parked my car outside. Walked up to the front door, let myself in, went upstairs, knelt and announced that I was VERY needy and hungry for cock and loads and that I was a very slutty cumdump who needed it very badly. He then came up from behind, held my head, shoved some fingers in my mouth and talked dirty to me and fucked my mouth with two of his fingers while he did it. He then put a blindfold on, told me to stand up, then walked me to what I'm sure what the bedroom. I was put on my knees again and then he took some chain and he tied my hands behind my back. He then made me get his dick hard and teased my mouth with it. Kept saying not to get too ambitious...he had more coming and was looking for more. I asked how many, and he said let's take a look. He then sat down in a chair, while having me suck his cock as he checked emails, his phone, etc and he did that for the next 2 hours finding guys to come over. He continued to just let me whore out on his dick and gave me some awesome throat fucking in the process. The first additional guy got there like 30 minutes after I arrived, they greeted each other and next thing I know I'm being passed off to a much bigger cock and getting my throat worked on by him. They both are really verbal (which is awesome...totally gets me going) and then the guy who is hosting begins to finger my pussy. They have me entirely. They move me then to the bed, put me on my back and hang my head over the edge. And they both enter my holes, throat and pussy, and begin to use me. Fuck yes I am in heaven. Then 2 more guys show up.... Honestly the next 90 minutes is sort of a blur. I was on that bed the entire time, they never used the paddle or ropes and I didn't get any piss, but I did get cock after cock after cock and got multiple loads from multiple guys. I was moved from my back, to all fours, to my stomach, to standing bent over the bed, etc. By my best count I believe one more guy showed up (maybe 2 more for a total of 6) and I believe I got 9 loads in 2 hours. When the last guy bailed the guy who set this thing up had me back working his dick on my knees. It was soft because he had already jacked that morning and dumped two in me, but he went looking for more dick. Absolutely perfect - he seems to have a good network of guys he knows too. It was like 4 o'clock at this point, so he gave up, he showed me to the bathroom and let me clean up, I then got dressed, told him he knew how to get ahold of me, that I wanted even more dick next time and he guaranteed that he would help make that happen and said thanks. And like the good cumslut I am I told him to please tell all his friends. Absolutely perfect in so many ways.... lots of dick, big cock, discrete, lots of privacy, kinky, aggressive, and made me feel like a total whore the entire time I was there. Just what the doctor ordered. He has already emailed me again and wants to know my availability. Praying that happens. Later, cumslut More...

Click here to see Raw College Jock Slut's original blog post... I can't tell you where, but let's just say I'm all settled in. School will be starting soon and I'll be back to hitting the books all the time. But yes, there are plenty of hot boys. Plenty. On a serious note, it cost me $2500 to get here after moving my stuff, staying in hotel rooms, and flying around the country. I also had to eat and do that sort of stuff. Keep in mind that I'm 100% independent and entirely on my own. I've basically had no parental support since I turned 18. I have raised a total of $0 to cover those costs...which means all $2500 is sitting on my credit cards right now. And I still have to spend a fortune on upper level course books! If anyone wants to help me out (and you know I've helped you out many, many times, right? ;-) ), please send me an e-mail. I will certainly appreciate it. I'll update my post if the situation changes. From my new home, good night! More...

Click here to see Black Bareback Bull's original blog post... Those of you who have been reading this blog for some time know that I very rarely if ever write about the same guy twice even though most of the sex that I have are repeats. I am going to make an exception this time because it is so relevant to the previous post…and some have written comments here or written me directly at blk4whtass@live.com and expressed a desire for some “follow-up” on some the guys I have written about. I was at a popular gay bar on Friday night. I NEVER frequent this place because it mostly caters to the very young, twinkish crowd…not really my type. I was there Friday night only because a friend that I occasionally work with on assignment likes the place and we wanted to have a drink and catch-up a bit. I had been there with my friend for just over two hours and was about to call it a night when I noticed the Kid about thirty feet away from me…with what looked like about 4 or 5 of his friends. He was obviously fucked up, and he was staring right at me. I nodded my head towards him as a gesture of “Hello”… he did nothing, just continued to stare at me. At that moment, I knew that I had a situation on my hands. I was not quite sure how to handle it… needed a bit more information…so I decided to do nothing yet…just continued to visit with my friend. About ten minutes later, the kid was on the move…heading in my direction. I had the presents of mine to say to my friend Me: “Look Bob, it looks like I have a situation that I have to deal with. Thanks for the drinks…give me a call later this weekend and I will explain” By this time, the Kid is standing directly in front of me…his face is red with either anger or alcohol or both. As a side note…I have to say that with that high & tight blond hair and red face… the Kid looked adorable…totally fuckable! Before the Kid could say or do anything emotional and stupid…I gave him a very serious look…One that said “I know are pissed, but DON’T BE STUPID!” Me: “Kid…this is Lt Col Bob …..” After the briefest pause, the Kid turns from me, looks at my friend, extends his hand and says Kid: “Lt. Col.” The two shake hands, all the while my friend has this shit-eating grin on his face Bob: “ Pleased to meet you Son” With that, the Kid returns to staring at me. I bid my friend a good night and simply said to the Kid Me: “Outside...Now” When we got outside, I directed the Kid around the corner and up the street where I had parked my car. When we reached the car I told him to get in and we could talk. Once in the car, we sat in silence for about two minutes. I figured that he would speak once he was through processing his feelings. Soon enough he said, Kid: “Do you have any idea what you have done to me?” Me; “Yes, I think so…” Kid: “What then?” Me: “My guess is that you probably cant stop thinking about what happened in my bed…It makes you angry but excites you at the same time…you probably jack off thinking about it, which pisses you off even more.” Kid: “You are a fuckin asshole…do you know that?” Me: “Yeah… Rodger that” With that, I started the car and pulled into traffic. It is funny, I guess I half expected him to ask where I was taking him…but he never did… he knew. Not another word was said…in fact, not another sound came from him until I pushed into him for the second time bareback. I had him on his belly this time, giving him one hell of a “jailhouse” fuck. My chest was pressed hard against his back, my forearms were underneath his shoulders and I piston my cock in him with my hips. His grunting turned into a continuous moan which at times sounded like he was crying…I could not tell for sure because as usual, I had his face buried deep into my pillow. Again, I was not out to hurt this Kid at all… my goal this night was to just give him what I knew he needed now…that feeling…that pulsing…that flooding and thin the slow dripping out later. About ten minutes into what ended up being a fifteen minute fuck, he grabbed both my hands, interlaced our fingers and squeezed tight. At the same time he was bucking-back, meeting my cock on the down-stroke…doing the best he could to actually milk my cock. After a bit of trial and error, we actually found our rhythm and I said Me:” Yeah…that’s it Boy…I have such a big load of cum for your hot little ass…Yeah, yeah…Yeah…YEEEAAAH! I came in him strong, and as I was shooting off in him… he kept the rhythm going and literally seconds after I came, I felt his hole spasm as he shot another huge load on my bed sheets. I laid there on top of him, and still in him, for something like ten or fifteen minutes. Every few minutes I would feel him clench my fat, semi-hard cock with is ass…it was obvious that this Kid was born to be a bottom. He loves the full feeling of another mans cock filling up his empty space. True to form, the Kid began to fall asleep. As much as I DID want to hold this tough kid all night long again, I did not want him to get the wrong idea about what this is…and what it is not, so I got him up and put him in the shower. While he was getting cleaned up I took to changing the bed sheets…simply stated, the wet spot from his cum was HUGE! I swear, that boy must have shot a pint of cum…ah the benefit of youth! We had a very good talk while I drove him home. I won’t bother with details of that conversation here, but will simply say that this Kid is going places. I say this mostly because he obviously has the ability to accept and adjust to the situations in his life and make it all work for him. When I think about it, this particular character trait is the common denominator of every successful person that I have ever met and had the pleasure of getting to know. More...

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here I was talking to a bud yesterday who mentioned that he had a friend coming over to fuck him. I asked if I could join in, and was told yes. When I got there, my buddy was getting his cock sucked and I dropped my pants and walked over to the action. The guy sucking was very good at what he did, but my buddy is even better. The guy stood up, and my bud went down on us both. Neither one of us had seen the other man's cock until my bud pulled the guy's shorts down. This dude was HUNG. I'm gonna say 9-10 long and THICK. It was a pleasure to suck on, made better by my buddy telling me how hot it was to watch me suck cock and take all that meat down my throat. The time had come for my bud to get fucked. I was stoked to see him take all that cock in his ass, and I told the guy to load him deep. He told me he would. My bud bent over, and the guy tried to stick his cock in. It wasn't working, so they moved over to the couch so my bud could sit on it. As he was sitting on it, he leaned over and took my cock in his mouth. The top couldn't really get hard enough to slide in, but Mark was sucking my cock with his usual skill, and I shot a nice load down his throat. He got off the 10 in cock, laid down next to the guy, and began to beat off. In no time, Mark was shooting a huge load all over himself. The other guy, he didn't get to unload. He asked if Mark and I were bfs, but we told him no. I don't think we could be, but he's a great lay. More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... No, I discuss my status before I hook up with someone. and in bathhouses, if they have taken my poz load, they have probably taken someone else's as well. Barebackers know the risk of what we do. I don't stealth or target chasers, so no, i dont worry about spreading HIV. Ask me anything More...

Click here to see the original blog post on Twisted by Tyler Morgyn... It was a breezy day and perfect for a long trail bike ride. We had all stopped along the river bank to skip a few stones in the direction of the wild ducks and catch our breath. I was looking around and trying to recall why this place felt so familiar when the wind brought a memory to me... I started thinking about you and wondering... You know how a certain combination of scents can recall fond memories so sharply it’s almost as if it’s happening again? Wondering if you had ever since smelled what I was smelling now and thought of me...wondering if you were smelling pine and wet woodsmoke ashes and listening to the silver rustle of birch trees. The path we had walked on that day was the same path now stretching out in front of me. And you and I had found an old wooden picnic table in a secluded and abandoned old campsite at the river’s edge. It was overgrown somewhat, but the foolish previous tenants had pulled the table too close to the now cold fire and a patch of sky was what would be visible to me when I lay back. I leapt onto the wooden surface to test the veracity of the rusty bolts, my ass hitting with a silly thump. Standing on the attached bench, I jumped a few times. I was ready, but where were you? I spun around slowly. The sparkling lights bouncing off the rapidly moving river dazzled my eyes, but gradually you emerged from the twinkling light coming closer and drawing more in focus. You were unbuttoning your shirt and pulling it from your shoulders. Back-lit with glittering lights, your golden torso was a Christmas tree topping angel complete with wings and halo. A half smile danced on my lips as I relished the exciting fact that, contrary to appearances, this was no angel that would be topping me today. You came up to me so close your nose was almost touching my stomach. I thought you were going to hug me with your outstretched arms but you grabbed your shirt behind my back and spread it on the splintery table. I smiled because it was so like you to be that considerate. I ran my fingers through your blond hair and felt the fine texture between my fingertips. As you looked up at me your hands went to my ass and squeezed. I rubbed your temples and held your head to my abs. I could feel you relax and lean into me. Your fingers were strong as I felt them kneading through my thin hiking shorts and my cock grew against your neck. I knew you liked to undress me, so I waited while my fingers moved down from your head to massage your neck and shoulders. You took your time and I could hear your deep regular breathing as we stood in the sun. You were so tender...so sweet. Your hands kneaded lower until you groped my thighs and slid your hands up under the wide legs of my hiking shorts. My skin tingled at your gentle touch while you slid up higher and higher until you cupped my cheeks. You rubbed and pulled my flesh and teased the straps of my jock. You found and felt my hole. I held my breath. One finger rubbed in a circular motion around the entrance, warming & exciting my sphincter. You continued to circle and rubbed harder until my tissues responded by swelling. I could feel an almost uncomfortable warmth and I longed to be penetrated. But I let you take your time because I was yours... Finally the rubbing turned into caresses and you sighed. An itch grew in me to have you inside. I wanted you. I waited. Suddenly your fingers darted in. I cried out, startled at the sudden pain. A finger from each hand poked in and grabbed my rings... spreading and burrowing inside my too tense hole. My knees bent and I wobbled. Two more fingers followed without warning, and I yelped again. I looked down at your blissful impassive face as you dug and pushed and I bit my lip and tried to relax. You started to rapidly jab me with those fingers and the motion and dry friction burned. “Unzip,” you ordered and I rapidly undid my shorts with fumbling hands. “Shirt! ... Get it off!” Still reeling with the pain of the rough finger-fucking, I pulled my tee shirt over my head. My fingers trembled. Your plunder of my ass continued rougher and deeper as I stood and took it, with only the sweat that formed on my lower back and slid down my crack for lubrication. You lowered your head and started to nuzzle my growing dick through my jock. I could feel you take the side of my shaft into your mouth through the fabric and start to gnaw. I couldn't move. The sensation was bizarre and terrifying, but my dick betrayed me and grew harder with the pressure of your teeth. Your fingers stopped long enough to jerk my shorts down but you resumed and managed to insert four fingers from one hand up to the curve of your thumb. OMG, He’s going to fist me dry and standing! I thought. My eyes caught a chipmunk scavenging as if this were a normal day. My knees started to buckle as if I might fall. “Stand up, boy!” you commanded. Your fingers were in far enough to find a familiar place and I concentrated on a growing pleasurable feeling. But this was not enough. You took the skin of my lower belly into your mouth and bit down hard. I clamped my jaw down as firmly as I could but my body reacted by trying to pull away. I was trapped. You continued biting my lower abdomen, finding a new tender spot every few minutes. Then, timing it with the thrust of your fingers, you smacked my ass cheeks rhythmically with your free hand. First one hump then the other...over and over again in the same spots. Spank...Bite...Four-finger Fuck... My erection was tenting my jock. I couldn’t see your cock, but I knew you’d be hard too. I looked down at my belly and could see a precise line of dozens of teeth kisses as you left your mark on me. As if on cue you drew your head back to admire your work. You had marked me as yours. My belly began to throb. But you weren’t through. You chose a darkening bruise and bit it again. I screamed this time and you seemed pleased. You paid a repeat visit to another spot but I controlled my reaction that time as I stood and endured. My hole was relaxing and I started to enjoy the fucking. I knew you could feel me loosen and could tell my state of mind as my whimpers turned into moans. Your slaps came harder and faster but the pain had developed into something altogether different as the endorphins coursed through my body. Your thumb soon followed and my cries renewed. You punched in deeper but from the angle and position you could only short-fist me which was hitting my spot with a repetition that threatened to buckle my knees for another reason. The warmth enveloped my whole body by then and it was more than just euphoric, more than just a high, more than just the combination of the spanking and the biting and the fisting... I was helpless to move. My arms hung limp at my sides. I watched a battery of startled water birds rise up from the river and cover the sky and I thought if I lifted my arms...if I could lift my arms...I could join with them in flight. Just as suddenly as you had started, you pulled your hand from me and stopped spanking. “Sit down!” you ordered and pushed me back. I cried out again as my reddened and inflamed ass smacked the hard shirt-covered table. You rapidly stripped off your shorts and stood in your jock. Pulling your rigid swollen cock out, you stroked it several times before you climbed onto me and the bench. Pushing my knees to my chest you penetrated my well-prepared hole. I grabbed behind my knees and held my legs up into the air as I knew you liked. I looked up at the patch of blue sky as your cock rammed into me impossibly far. I bore down but I knew I wasn’t tight enough any longer. You smacked your hips against my reddened buttocks and I whimpered and floated and moaned and knew I was close. You pulled out occasionally to stroke your cock a few times, then went back to pounding me like a piston while you pulled my cock from the damp material and squeezed. I could feel your fingers against the painful bites but the pleasure was so great, it overcame the pain. I hurt everywhere and no longer cared...the feelings were so overwhelming. When you started to stroke me, the sensation was the most intense I’ve ever experienced. You pulled out and stroked both of our cocks together in a synchronized rhythm...one in each hand. I knew as you stroked relentlessly faster that we were going to fall together. You watched my face as I writhed and moaned and the pleasure rose high like the birds from the river until my moan broke off into a choked cry and we shot in unison all over my belly and chest. You in short bursts and me in a long stream and our cocks throbbed and pulsed in your hands. You smeared your hand all over my chest like finger-paints...mixing and mingling our cum. You reached up and rubbed your dripping hand all over my face. I licked your hand clean - sucking each finger while you watched. You bent down and cleaned my belly with your tongue...then chest... neck and finished by licking my face all over and kissing me deeply with passion and satisfaction. “Good boy,” you said. “You pleased me today.” And, now, as we climb back on our trail bikes with our boys to continue down the path along the river, I wonder again if you remembered that day. I manage to catch your eye as you spot that old picnic bench and you smile a small but warm smile. You look at me as you hold out your hand and say, “Remember the day we fell in love?” More...

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Click here to see original post on Smooth Butt For Mature Tops... being cream-pied is one thing...getting 3 loads fucked deep up my ass until cum squirts out of my used hole and runs thick down the back of my thighs is completely another. i say this because i learned something about myself this week...and that is i can become a complete pig when i push myself, and i did that this week during a visit to the Adonis Cinema (that skanky gay cinema inPhilly were guys go to dump loads). More...

To see SFVersCumBoy's original blog post click here I had a friend that has seen my videos on Xtube ask to make a movie of me sucking a few hung men and taking their loads after being face fucked. I said that was totally fine with me and I contacted a few of my regular feeding buddies. One happened to be the hung blonde that likes to hear me gag a bit on his thick cock and mushroom head. Because he was in town and horny, we decided to meet up today and just do a video for Xtube between ourselves. He sent me a text message and we agreed on the time. The timing was a bit earlier than usual so I suggested that we could try a stairwell near my office. He agreed and we met out front. I told him the layout of the building and we headed up. As we passed one of the tearooms I saw a hung guy that shoot off his load into the urinals (I know, a complete waste!! Especially when I am standing right there!) We tried to get him to go with us, but he chose to take his chances in the tearoom. I led the way down the stairwell and when we had a good spot, I handed him the camera. Getting onto my knees, I was unbuttoning his pants and saw he was wearing a jock. Being a bit nervous, he was not rock hard so I coaxed his cock out of the jock and starting working it up with my mouth. Tongue, lips and throat all working together to get him ready for a deep throat blow job. It was not long before he was rock solid and ready for the full effect. This guy has a nice thick cock and when I held it in my hands a few times just to watch the spit slowly string off, it was awesome. Down to the balls, gag or open my throat and then slowly slide back up - only to repeat. I did stroke his shaft and work on the head but he and I both like it better when he is buried to the balls. He even likes to wait until I am all the way to the base, fully loaded with cock and then use his hand to force me further down....HOT! After gagging on that cock, I stroked the full shaft and let him see the hungry look in my eyes before I went back down to work to the edge. It was not long before he was telling it was time to unload. I had told him to let it fly on my face and he agreed so I kept stroking and sucking until the first spurt came out and then I just stroked it more. I could feel the thick white cum coating my face...just love that warm fresh cum feel and smell. After a few more thick shots, his balls were fully spent and I was one happy cum pig. He leaned back and I could feel how heavy the load was and when he mentioned that a napkin would be good I said "no way, I will swallow it" ...and slowly slid all of it into my mouth. As I pulled my hand away, it still had remnants of that load and I knew it was worth the wait. We stood up, I turned my hat back around and we exited the stairwell into the sunlight. Soon, I hope to fill you in on the actual porn clip he will be in - along with a couple of other hung studs you may recognize from my older clips. More...

Click here to see Pussy Boi's original blog post... I was asked a question a number of months ago by someone out here in the blogosphere about what were my most memorable fucks. Great question and I really had to think about it. So I took a trip down memory lane and denoted those that stand out in my mind. Some I have already written about, others I am sure I haven't and I'm sure I've forgotten some memorable times, but sometimes it all just blurs together. Most Memorable Fucks 1. My sister's ex-boyfriend in my room 2. Orlando - 11 guys - 3. Matt Gilman in the hottub 4. Party at Adam's house 5. Waterpolo teammates 6. Poker at House of PD 7. Civil War 2009 8. EX - Beach Party 9. Sleeping porch 10. Soccer camp I will do my best to begin to weave these stories into my posts as I can. Working on dick right now - have 2 dudes so far for 2pm at this guy's townhouse. We'll see if he cums through. Squeeze it easy. More...

Click here to see College Cumslut's original blog post... Many of you have emailed asking about Jockguy. Apparently, you like him as much as I do! Well, I'm happy to report that Jockguy and I still keep in touch. In fact, we do more than stay in touch. Since last November, when Jockguy and I first started talking online, we've become great, great, great friends. Here's a little rundown of our time together since we last heard from Jockguy. The last encounter with Jockguy that I have posted was from last December. We had a marathon 8 load filled night before we both left school for winter break. Over our winter break, Jockguy and I talked constantly, either online or on the phone. We hit it off right off the bat, in and out of bed. When school resumed in January, Jockguy and I started hanging out. We went to a couple basketball games and went out to parties together. I was adopted into his group of friends and he into mine. By February, we were the best of friends, almost inseparable. All the while this was happening, Jockguy and I were NOT fucking on a regular basis. Neither of us was out and we both had roommates which makes it hard to scream, yell, and moan Every now and then, a roommate would go home for the weekend or stay overnight at a girlfriends house. Every time this happened, Jockguy would immediately get a call from me or he would immediately call me. We would rush to the other's empty apartment and fuck each other's brains out, knowing we might not get the chance for a LONG time. As Spring Break approached, I was getting closer and closer to coming out to my friends, including my roommate. The night before I left for the break, I sat my roommate down and came out. He was beyond awesome about it . In fact, he was pissed that I thought he wouldn't be ok with it! After that positive experience, I decided it was time to come out to my friends. That night at a party, I took about 10 of them aside at different times and told them. They were ALL really cool about it. That night, I went to Jockguy's apartment, which he had to himself. I told him how awesome and supportive everyone was. He was really happy for me and told me he had considered telling his friends. We ended up talking most of the night, before falling asleep on the couch. The Thursday of Spring Break, I got a call from Jockguy. He had just come out to about 10 of his close friends. They were all supportive. He said he was relieved to out but also to be able to invite me over to fuck anytime he wanted to Coming back to school and being out to those I cared about was a great feeling. Both Jockguy and I felt free-er. We got together at least once a week to fuck, in addition to the other times we went to dinner together, hung out with friends or went to parties. This remained through the end of the school year in June. This summer has been really great. This is the first summer I have stayed in town. Usually, I'd head home until the end of September. But having Jockguy in town gave me plenty of incentive to stay. We see each other almost everyday and fuck at least once a week. He's the constant in my social life right now. Now, as you know, I've been with other guys since I met Jockguy. If I'm remembering correctly, since first meeting him, I've been with 11 guys, a number of them more than once. He has been with a couple other guys but not a lot (I think the number is 4). We are both aware of it and sort of have an understanding (he affectionately calls me his "cute little slut" lol). We are both fairly new to the gay sex thing and both would like to explore some. Our relationship is sort of hard to define. At times, I feel like we are boyfriends. He is all I need, and honestly, all I want. Other times, we feel like really good friends with benefits. I really love getting together with hot guys and trading loads. I absolutely love it. But if Jockguy told me to stop and just be with him, I definitely would. I have a feeling he feels the same way but we haven't exactly talked about it. And until we do, I'm going to keep swapping cum with hotties More...

Click here to see Life In The Raw's original blog post... I used to do the same thing on this blog, I had a whole list of guys who lied about their status. If he had been honest about his status and owned up to it, no one could have outed him. Now, the issue is right or wrong. That depends on the intent of the person who outed him, does he feel that he did it to protect people from Mason? Or did he do it out of spite or malice... its not a simple yes or no answer until the whole story is told. Let's say I was lying about my status... and someone found out... and they told my sex partners i was poz.. these people now know to get tested. In this case, the right thing was done. Now, lets say that a former friend back home in Lancaster told all of our high school buddies(which consist of straight guys and straight girls) that I was poz. Does this information in any way protect them, not really, as I never have and never wlll have sex with them. No... this stupid fucker did it just because he found out this info and was told not to divulge it and he is a little girl and like the bitch he is had to tell everyone and open his mouth like the useless whore cunt he is... I hate you Aaron.... I digress... I cannot judge what happened to Mason, because I dont know the whole story. Though I wish him the best in health and I hope he knows that this in no way will derail his porn career,,, a lopt of porn stars in and out of bareback porn are HIV positive. Ask me anything More...

Click here to see the original blog post on Surrendering My Bottom... Of course, my presence here is just about as mysterious as everything else in this descent into sexual debauchery. I used to be this conservative looking preppy banker. No real hints in my growing up that I wanted anything other than tight blond pussy (ok, maybe with a pinch of ass...), a big house in Greenwich, two dogs, three kids and vacations in Aspen and East Hampton. I never prided myself on originality, just raw determination and the thrill of constant achievement. While life had not always been easy, it had offered me almost everything I had ever imagined wanting. The world was my oyster and I was determined to suck it all down. So why am I shaving my asshole right now? And why have I started to refer to my ass as my "pussy" or my "cunt"? And for God's sake, why oh why would I ever want to stick a plastic hose in my ass and fill it with water? What has happened to me? I am in a hotel in the middle of nowhere meticulously preparing myself for E, according to the detailed instructions he left me the first time we were together. As he was departing my room that first day, he had leaned over my still naked body lightly ran his finger tips from between my shoulder blades down to my crack and softly uttered a few simple directives for the next time we meet. "You will not have any hair here... or here... and less here." "You will start working out with a real trainer to build up these and these... I don't like skinny" "You don't need to bring any more of these... they are for pussies." "And I want this to be tighter, wetter and ready to take me straight in the next time." I felt humiliated, being touched like an animal and "appraised" so coldly by a man I hardly knew. Who the fuck did he think he was? And why the hell would I ever want to listen to this fucker? But whatever my brain may have been trying to tell me was over-ruled by the growing stiffness I felt in my otherwise completely ignored cock. "Yes sir" I uttered for the first of many times. "Oh yeah" he said as he walked to the door, "one more thing..." and as he opened the door, he casually withdrew a card from his rear pocket and flicked it in my general direction as the door closed behind him. No further explanation. Stunned by all the events leading up to that moment, I stared at the little card unable to move. I could still feel the trails of his light touch on my body as he given my orders. And now I began to feel the rest of me as well. A slight ache in my throat, scratches on my buttocks, bruises on my shoulders and chafing on my face from where it had been held down on the heavily embroidered pillows. And soon thereafter, the throbbing inside me began. Oh my god. I had just been fucking fucked by a fucking man. What the hell happened? And not just fucked, but I mean really fucked... by this older guy I had never met before and who had somehow overwhelmed my better judgment as I cruised for a twink online and somehow had gotten into my head and controlled me like some sort of fucking Jedi. Somehow, he had me naked and splayed out on the bed begging him to fuck me. But despite all my begging protestations to fuck me safe, he simply grunted no and forced his himself into me with no fucking rubber. And I couldn't believe the fucker dumped his fucking load right into my ass. What the fuck??!! I didn't want to move. To move would be to admit this had all happened and it wasn't some sort of sick fucking dream. Movement would have verified that I wasn't imagining the squishy feeling inside my ass. Movement would have allowed me to feel the soreness in my back and butt from where he held me down as he pounded himself inside me. But as the feelings slowly returned to my body, so too did my cognition of where I needed to be and how late I already was. I forced myself to sit up and immediately wish I hadn't. Now there was no doubt that I had just allowed a man to place his penis inside my ass. I could barely clench the muscles of my previously tight ass, but as I tried, I felt a trace of his cum dribble out and soak the sheet where I sat. I stood up... or rather tried... but my legs had trouble supporting my weight. I limped towards the pile of my clothes which had been rudely heaped into a corner of the bathroom and thru only the miracle of muscle memory, managed to pull on my boxers and t-shirt, allowing me temporarily to believe I was still my old self because I looked familiar in the bathroom mirror. I paused before leaving the bathroom, briefly considering what to do with my ass. Having never been fucked raw before, it occurred to me I had no idea what to do next. Should I sit and push his cum out? Should I douche again? Could I bear to face the indignation of his wad pouring from my ass? But what would happen if I did nothing? Thinking wasn't coming easily for me, however, and I felt my watch tugging me out of the room and into my pants and shoes. As I walked towards the door, I saw the card E had left for me still sitting on the floor. I approached it nervously, with a mix of anticipatory dread and inconvenient longing. On the card was simply a name and a phone number. But on the other side, were perfectly formed block letters, presumably written by E: "He will do what's next". What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Jesus Christ, give me a break... That fucker certainly thinks a lot of himself. I stuck the card into my pocket and walked out into the bright daylight to look for my car. As I drove back to my office and my normal life re-asserted its hold on me, I started to relax back into the comforts of my life's routines. I remembered my evening bike ride that afternoon, the cocktail party later that night, and the hope that Lori would be there. I sighed deeply and felt my whole body relax into my driver's seat, thinking to myself "everything will be ok". But even as those words formed in my brain, I felt a small torrent of E's cum work itself out of my relaxing hole and soaking straight through to my pants... (To be continued) More...

Click here to see the original blog post on Surrendering My Bottom... It was a regular sized business card. White. Black letters. No fancy fonts. Barely any information, just some dude's name and his number. I have seen many, many cards in my day, and in terms of cards, this one was nothing. And yet it radiated power. It was two days before I rediscovered the card. In the middle of the night, my eyes popped open and some mysterious force drew me to the hamper where, with the limited cognition that normally accompanies 3:34am, I instinctively reached for and found my cum soiled pants from the other day. In the left rear pocket, there it was. I re-read the bullshit message "He will do what's next." Again, the rush of anger and annoyance, but this time it was mingled with intrigue. I wanted to know who this "He" was... and there was a growing part of me (and not just between my legs) which was beginning to yearn for a "next". This was the biggest surprise. While I had worked hard to return my life to "normal", my ass had become a pulsing reminder of the man who left his seed inside me. It was never far out of my mind and none of my activities, none of my normally hyper-planned routines, was able to keep my mind in a groove for very long. Worst was at night, with no lights to protect me and no TV to distract me, I was left to my own thoughts... those dark and dangerous thoughts... which verged increasingly on desire. More than once, as I started out of a doze, I found a finger touching my pucker, looking not for entry, but for the feel of cum... I placed the card on my valet, half hidden to be discreet, but visible enough to get that titillating charge every time I noticed it. And every day, at least twice a day, I paid homage to the growing power of The Card. This homage took the form of picking up the card each day to look at it anew as if, by some further mystery, there would be new words offering new clues. By Day 5, I took to smelling the card for traces of the man who wrote the words. By Day 11, I had studied each individual letter of the man's writing for some secret clue as to their meaning. On day 17, The Card tricked me and entered my rear pocket. In the middle of an interminable conference call, when I reached for my list of "things to remember to get done on the call", The Card fell out of my pocket and onto the floor. My mouth became dry and my heart started beating more rapidly. I couldn't hear a single word being spoken on the call, only the words "He will do what is next." It was that simple. I needed to call "him". With no warning, I hung up on the conference call (thereby cutting off 12 bewildered people midstream in their attempts to kiss my ass) and dialed His number. It rang. Once, three times, eight times... for fuck's sake-- who the hell doesn't have fucking voicemail... 11 times... how many more times should I wait, I asked, knowing all the while I was going to at least 25... maybe 30... And then, on about the 19th ring, a voice suddenly says: "yeah?" That was unexpected. "Um... ah... I... well... I got this..." "Yeah? You got this fucking what?" "Um... this card." "Congrats dude, now go fuck yourself with it and leave me the fuck alone." After 17 fucking days, there was no way I was going to let Him NOT give me some fucking answers and I suddenly found my voice. "No wait... please. A man gave me a card with your name and number with a note that you would do what's next." Silence. "Hello?" "So... its you. It took you long enough to call, didn't it?" "Um... yeah. I guess. Wasn't sure I wanted to call." "But couldn't help it, could you, bitch?" "I guess not." "I guess not, SIR." "What?" "You will need to call me "sir" if you want to do what's next." "Um... ok... um... Sir." "Now bitch, let me tell you something. When a dude don't answer his fucking phone after 90 rings, it usually means the nigga is sleeping or fucking. Since it is the middle of the day, and I ain't no goddamn piece of shit vampire, you should just use that big fucking brain of yours and assume I was fucking. And you know what is funny? I was. I have this twinky cock-whore begging me to breed his tight pussy and here I am with his assjuice dripping off my cock talking to a fucking dumbass. How do you think that makes me feel, bitch?" "Um... ah..." "That's 'um sir', you dumb piece of shit. Now here is what we are going to do. You are going to go home, clean your shit up, and I mean really clean your shit up, get dressed in something to give me a boner and get over here in less than an hour. I will then let you lick this boy off my dick and let my dick decide whether you are worth fucking. If, after I cum in your fucking mouth or your pussy, and my dick feels happy, I will 'do what's next'... but nigga, only if you you please me, and that ain't looking good for you right now..." My turn for silence. "You still there, bitch? If so, listen carefully cause I am only gonna say this once: If you are not here in exactly one hour at 4:16pm, I will not open the door and this whole 'adventure' of yours is over. Got it, papi?" He hung up before I choked out the last of my articulate "um's". (To be continued) More...

To see My Load Deep In You's original blog post click here If you look at my load count, you can see that I haven't jacked off since July 13. That changed last night. I was talking on line with a guy, and got all horned up thinking about unloading in him until he said I couldn't come over because he'd already had a few guys over and he didn't want the doorman to suspect anything. Whatever. I popped in the video "Sperm Bank" and began to watch scene one, called "Truck Stop" Pat Jackson is the sperm bank, while Mark Sergeant (HOT, HOT, HOT) Jace Hawk, Kurt Kaiser, and Matt Walker are the donors. Mark Sergeant is tall, buzz cut, has huge bull balls, a great voice, and a body that won't quit. I begin stroking, watching Mark enter Pat, and concentrate on how good it feels. I watch the bottom take cock after cock, and think about how great it would be to be part of that group. I begin to stroke only the underside of my cock, right underneath the head. In almost no time at all, I shoot a massive load of five or six spurts. It felt like no other orgasm I've ever had. I'll definitely try it that way again. More...

Click here to see Black Bareback Bull's original blog post... Once again, this blog post is more of a confession than anything else. Again, I have done something for which I am rather ashamed of after the fact. There is an adult books and toy store near DC where I occasionally go to purchase poppers, high end sex lube and videos. About a year ago, a young kid… college student actually… began working there for a part-time job. This kid is the younger version of one of my ideal “cable guy” body type. I think he is accurately referred to as a “cub” … in that he is about 5’10”, 36” waist, blond hair cut in a military style “high & tight” and blond fur all over his chest and legs. Needless to say, I took a liking to the kid instantly. Whenever I frequented the store and he was working, I would take my time… linger… making small talk with him and others all the while coming on to him. In the beginning…according to him…he thought me “Creepy” and figured that I was just another older (to him certainly) black guy trying to “get his junk”. However, over time he saw me as “Less Creepy”, and he actually began to wonder what that sexual encounter may be like. I believe the turning point came one day when I decided to try on T-Shirt for sale in the store and did not bother to go to the changing room. I had just came from the gym that day, and my delts, chest and traps were still rippling from the intense workout. From that day on…I noticed a definite change in his attitude toward me…he even began to flirt back just a little. Now leap forward a few months to a couple of weeks ago. By this time it is a foregone conclusion in my mind that I would fuck this kid. Later, he also admitted that he had known that we would soon fuck, but he did not think it would happen when or how it did. In fact, he figured that it would be a few more months before he actually gained enough courage and comfort with me to allow himself to be in that position. It was a Saturday night. I stopped in the store…not because I needed anything, but I wanted to put more time in toward getting into the kid’s pants. As it turned out, he was the only one working the store that night and he was getting off work in a few hours. He had had a bad few days…something about arguments with his parents, needing money for school, having to move apartments and being called in to work because someone did not show for their shift. All in all, the kid was not in the best of moods to say the least. This is the part of me that I don’t like… am ashamed of…the predator in me…years ago I was trained me to be a predator but now it is sometimes hard to turn that off …usually I can catch myself…stand down…walk away…get my head right…be a normal person…not always…sometimes it gets the best of me…if you have been reading this blog for awhile then you know this. As soon as I assessed the kid’s rather distressed state of mind, I instantly shifted gears. I stood directly in front of him and looked him in the eyes and asked Me: “When are you done here” Kid: “11:00” Me: “I will be back at 11:00, you are going to come with me. We are going to a bar and we are going to talk. Be out front at 11:10… do you understand?” There was a long pause of maybe 10 or 15 seconds while the kid digested the change in attitude and tone. Kid: “Yes ….Sir” At 11:10, the kid was nowhere in sight. I was back in the car and pulling out into traffic at 11:12 when I spotted the kid coming down the street… I waited. The kid got in the car, buckled his seat belt and looked straight ahead…not saying a word. All I said was Me: “Good decision” In response the Kid just nodded his head…still looking straight ahead which told me that there was one HELL of a war going on inside his head between his WILL and his DESIRE. At that moment, desire was winning out of sheer frustration with his life situation, but the ultimate verdict was still very much out…nonetheless, I knew that I would have him that night the moment he sat in my car. I took him to a nearby gay bar that was not too busy…I did not want him to have too much distraction, but at the same time wanted there to be enough other people around so as to not trigger his fright & flight impulse. To make a long story short, he started to open up and really talk about all that was going on in his life after his second jack & coke. I soon figured out that because he was called in to work, he did not have a chance to eat so the booze was making short work of his defenses. After the third drink, he was getting seriously buzzed, and keeping no secrets. He told me that I scare the shit out of him and that the fear kind of turns him on at the same time. The guy who took his cherry at 18 was a black guy and it hurt so bad that he did not try sex again for a year and a half. Consequently, he only has sex with white guys, but he admitted to fantasizing lately about having sex with me. He wanted another drink, but I said Me: “No, it is time to go” Kid: “Go where?” I said nothing… I just looked at him. In that moment…he knew Kid: “You want to fuck me now don’t you?” I again said nothing… just kept looking at him Kid: “What… you planning on raping me? Is that your plan…to get me drunk and then rape me? Me: “What do you think is the answer to that question?” After a brief pause Kid: “No… you won’t rape me” Me: “That’s correct … because?” Another brief pause Kid: “Because … you don’t have to?” Me: “That’s right…because?” Kid: “You already know too much…you know that I want you to fuck me… even though I am scared shitless” Me: “Yes” Kid: “Are you going to hurt me? Me: “I am not going to lie to you Kid…it will hurt some…but then it will get better…I promise” Kid: “Will you use protection?” Me: “Let me ask you a question…when you fantasized about me fucking you…was I wearing a condom then” Silence… Me: “No, I won’t be using protection” Kid: “I never fuck bareback” Me: “Well tonight will be the first time that you really feel another man and feel his seed deep inside of your tight boy hole” Kid: “I cant… you can fuck me but you have to wear a rubber… please!” Me: “No…you will open your legs…you will take my bare cock…and you will take my NEGATIVE load… or nothing at all…which is it going to be?” Another brief pause Kid: “Can I have one more drink first?” Me:” No… you have had enough… I want you aware and present for your first bare fuck.. We left the bar and I took him to my place. Not much was said. I handed him a couple bottles of douche and directed him to the bathroom. He stumbled out about twenty minutes later smelling freshly showered. I put him on the bed, on his back and crawled on top of him. Kissing him I realized for the first time that he has a really small mouth, and his bright red lips contrast with his pale skin and blond hair. He was not a very good kisser. Although, to be fair, I am sure that at this point he was experiencing a high level of anxiety with a large muscled black man pinning him to the bed and forcing his fat tong down his throat. I tried to get him to suck my cock a bit, but again, his mouth was so small that even with his mouth wide open, his teeth still scraped my dick. So… there was not much else to do but to get to it. I hoisted his stout legs up in the air and got a good look for the first time of his especially pink puckered hole. Of course, I had to dive into that with my fat tong. I think this was probably the only point of enjoyment for the kid. He seemed amazed at how strong, wide my tong was and how deep I could get it into his tight hole. He literally was grabbing and holding my tong with his ass ring. This was getting him lose and making me rock solid hard. I wanted to go up in him with just spit for lube…but I knew that would be just too painful for the both of us. I grabbed the high-end and expensive lube (which ironically I had purchased from him a few weeks ago) and applied it liberally to his hole and my cock. While I was doing this, he was inhaling what seemed like a whole bottle of poppers. I gave him a moment to just feel the head of my cock at is pucker while the poppers did their work. When his head sort of rolled to the side, I penetrated him for the first time bareback. As soon as I broke through his resistance he said Kid: “It hurts… it hurts…Please…take it out…it hurts!” He was kicking his legs and doing everything he can to get away and off my dick, but I held on to him strong. Kid: “Its too much…too fast…Pleasssseee!” In reality, the fight in him lasted only about fifteen or twenty seconds and then he began to calm down as the initial pain subsided. I then made him open his eyes and look directly at me while I commenced fucking him with my fat black cock bareback. It was not my intention to be in him long…just strong. I know that real anal soreness comes from the relentless pounding of a prolonged fuck. While the initial pain is very sharp and intense… it usually does not leave that dull aching pain. I just wanted him to have enough pain to still feel it in the morning…not still three days later. Me: “Rub my nipples Boy” A bottom rubbing my nips while I fuck him strong pushes me to climax like a freight train. At the height of the fuck I had his legs up on my shoulders, his head was lightly bumping the head board with each down stroke, and he was stroking my nipples with his eyes glued to mine and his mouth gaping open, but no sound was coming out. When I got close I said something corny and stupid like Me: “Are you read to feel a man cum deep inside you Boy?... Are you ready to BE a man? He did not or could not bring himself to say it…all he could do is node his head “Yes”. Once he did, I let lose a torrent of cum on the down stroke and held there for the next four blasts that followed. When I was done shooting my load in him I let his legs slide off my shoulders, and down on to either side of me while keeping my cock pushed deep in side him. At this point, the kid closed his eyes and his right hand snaked to his 6” and very thick cock and began to stroke himself. I reached the lube bottle and squirted some over his hand and cock for him and then started to make little in and out movements with my still hard cock inside him. In no time his was rock hard and getting close to shooting. Then, in a quiet and calm voice, I said Me: “Your ass is full of man cum…it is dribbling out of your hole and dropping all over the sheets” That was all it took to send him over the top. His first shot when over his head and hit the headboard of my bed. The rest just sort of flowed out of his cock head in a stead stream that completely coated his cock head and the fingers of his right hand. I pulled out of him…went into the bathroom and returned with a warm damp cloth…he was already dozing off to sleep. I cleaned him up and tucked him into bed next to me where we spent the rest of the night. By the time he woke up the next morning, I had just finished making breakfast. He padded into my kitchen fully dressed and ready to leave. Clearly he was embarrassed, upset and all around not happy with what had happened the night before. He wanted me to take him to the Metro, but after not having eaten at all the night before, it was not a hard sell to get him to have some breakfast first. During Breakfast he shared with me his thoughts which were more negative than positive. In short, the experience was hot for him…more so than he had imagined in his fantasy which was rather tame in comparison. However, anything good about it was overshadowed by how I manipulated and took advantage of his rather emotional state of mind. He was also very unhappy about the barebacking. Basically, he accused me of “Mind Fucking” him to get to “Ass Fucking” him. On this point he was very correct. What I feel bad about is that he is right on all counts. Things were going fine and he would have come to my bed of his own accord in the near future…but I saw an opportunity to hit his ass now and I took it. He is also correct about me getting him drunk to lower his resistance and resolve…especially to barebacking. I am also sorry for one other thing that he did not mention, but I know is a fact. Now that he as felt a bare cock in his ass…now that he has experienced that heady moment of feeling a man’s cock pulse deep in his bowels as the man shoots his cum inside his hole…he wont be able to get the same satisfaction from safe sex as he once had. For all practical purposes…he is well on his way to being a cum whore. Yes, yes I know what he said at the breakfast table, but I also know how hard he came when it happened. Sorry Bikeguy… I just cant seem to write about just the sex and have it turn out as well as you do in your blog… you are The Man! More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... I got fucked last night by what was as close to my ideal top as I’ve ever come. The only things missing were leather gear and me in a sling. I met “daddy” on Scruff. He saw that I was a bottom and he said he’d love to play with me. For the record, he contacted me first. He’s from out of town (from out East) and staying in a hotel for a few weeks. And he was very horny last night for “boy” ass. Let me describe Daddy to you. 6’1” and maybe 200#. Fairly muscular and solid. Thick, Coarse, curly hair covered his entire chest and belly. He was bald, but had a short beard. He also had numerous tattoos, and some piercings (including a bull ring in his nose, one nipple, and a 0 gauge PA). Daddy also had a nice 7+ inch cock on him. He was also extremely masculine and had a rough, east coast accent. Think south Boston or the Bronx. I was in heaven. From the moment I arrived he made me his “boy”. He made me strip and get on my knees. With hands behind my back he proceeded to face fuck me. I also had to worship his balls and shaft. He also had me work his nipples and sniff his pits. Daddy smelled GOOD. Like a man. He was this crazy combo of light B.O., musk, and some unidentifiable cologne or body spray. Just the thought of it is giving me an erection!! He then got on the bed and I sucked him some more. Eventually I was straddling Daddy and making out with him. Running my hands through all that chest hair. Then he was ready to fuck. He got me on all fours at the edge of the hotel bed, lubed us up, and then pushed his meaty PA cockhead into my hole. It had been awhile since I’d taken a PA so that was a little painful, but once he was in, it was smooth fucking. Daddy was relentless on my hole. Thank god I had my poppers, as I was continually inhaling them to relax. Daddy barked out orders to me all the while he was fucking. “Squeeze it tight for daddy! Open up for me! Tell me how much the boy loves his daddy’s cock! Jack your cock for Daddy!” It was so intense. All too soon, he sped up, slammed his cock home an started grunting out his three day cumload. I jacked my rock hard cock and left a huge jizzwad on the towel below. Then he pulls out of my butt and a little of his cum trickles down my thigh. He wipes his dick on the towel, then tosses it to me and tells me to clean up and get out. Which I do. Before I leave he tells me he enjoyed his boy’s hole and that he’d like to set up a group session with me while es in town. I may take him up on the offer. More...

Click here to see College Cumslut's original blog post... In my last post, I opened myself up for questions from the peanut gallery. Here they are. Q: You say you are bi but in your stories you tell people you are gay. Which is it? A: I had a couple people ask me this question. I consider myself bi because I like women and enjoy sex with them. But I enjoy sex with guys better. I would say 80-90% of the sex I have is with guys. I tell people I'm gay because it's easier than explaining what I just wrote Q: What part of the country are you in? A: I'm in the Pacific NW, more specifically Oregon. I'm a student at the U of Oregon in Eugene. Q: Do you like non-sexual dates? Do you date women? A: You may not believe this but I LOVE romantic, non-sexual dates! I'm actually a pretty romantic guy. Some of the best times I've had with Jockguy are when I cook him dinner and then we cuddle while watching a movie. And, yes, I date women. I've had serious gf's in the past. I'm not currently dating anyone, guy or girl, though. Q:You said you played sports in high school. Which ones? A: I played football, basketball and I wrestled and did track & field. I played football, basketball and track for all 4 years and wrestled for 2. I liked wrestling but it interfered too much with basketball. For my first 2 years in hs, I wrestled and played basketball at the same time. I would not advise that! I had no time whatsoever. Q: Do you ever feel unsafe when you go to a random guys house or apartment? A: Hahaha. The short answer is not anymore! When I first started hooking up off online sites with random guys, I felt a little unsafe. But I'm a pretty big, muscular guy and I can take care of myself. I tend to like guys skinnier and not as muscular as myself. I almost always have 20lbs. on the guys I meet up with. I like my chances in a fight Q: Do you PnP? A: Nope. I'm not into any drugs besides pot. Q: What are you studying at school? A: I'd rather not give you a specific major. Let's just say I love science Q: What do you and your friends do when you hang out? A: Obviously it depends. Sometimes we go to the bars and hangout and drink. Other times we stay in and watch tv or movies. When it's nice outside, we do things outdoors - play basketball, football, ultimate frisbee. I have a couple close friends I hang with all the time. We go to football and basketball games together whenever possible. Q: Do you still see Jockguy? A: Short answer - yes! Stay tuned for a longer, hotter answer Q: Do you plan on being a cumslut forever? A: Hard to say. I see myself settling down, so the slutting around will eventually stop. But being in a committed relationship with a guy means as much raw sex as I want There you have it. Hope this sheds more light on me in and out of the bedroom. Feel free to keep asking questions if you'd like. More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... Just got fucked by the hottest Daddy top. Total dom, made me his “boy” More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... And here’s his cock. Meaty and with a 0 gauge PA you can’t see. More...

To see Billy Twee's original blog post click here Greetings, men...I'm in Palm Springs right now, just having awakened at 0745hrs. from a vivid nightmare and I want to get it down and share it with you because we tend to forget these bad dreams, as you all know. I'm riding in an SUV driven by an elderly demented friend (dead since '05)when he stops and disappears. I go into this building and it's the US armed forces recruiting station and enlistment center (I've been there, know what it looks like), and there some guys there, including a parapalegic who's on the floor, naked with a hard on. Pig that I am, I asked him if he wanted to fuck me, and he says yes and I drop my pants to my ankles, and get down on the floor and can feel the head of his dick entering my asshole but he never gets it in all the way and deep...he doesn't have any legs, just stumps, but it seems that he's learned how to fuck despite the no legs. Finally, there's some nice fucking, but I look up and there's an Asian sergeant telling us to break it up, and not to say anything but the first thing we do after taking the oath is to go to the dispensary...as if the most important thing to him is his enlistment quota, which on reflection, absolutely rings true. Then I notice that the guy fucking me isn't the parapalegic at all, but some other guy...and then I notice my pants are missing...along with my wallet, ID, credit cards, money. Then I get afraid and angry and start cussing out my elderly friend who drove me here...and then I woke up! Ugh. This nightmare was 'so real' that I lay in bed for a few minutes worrying what to do about that lost wallet. Anybody want to translate any of this for me, by all means, don't hold back. More...