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Click here to see Rough Pig's original blog post... After fucking the fuckcub for about an hour and a half straight I am a little tired, OK I*lot tired. I feel like I am in another world.*I am half drunk on the*sexual energy of the place.**Guys are fucking everywhere, the grunts and groans*of sex fill my ears at the same time the smell of sex fills my head. I wander away from fuckcub to clear my head and*get something to drink. I wind up sitting on a ratty couch watching 2 guys getting fucked on a set of fuck benches.* It would be kind of hot but I am exausted from fucking for the past 2 hours so I am watching two guys get dicked with no more enthusiasm than I would the news. *The fuckcub finds me and gives me to give me*his phone number, he is from out of state (why do all the good cumpigs seem to be)*and in in for Folsom. We cuddle on the couch for a few minutes and talk, occasionally glancing at the guys still getting fucked in front of us. The cuddling is starting to get me hard again, weird how that is.* The two guys getting fucked are doing nothing for me but the cub snuggling up to me is.* I guess the secret is switching it up. We start to kiss and play around some. I get hard enough I want to fuck, remembering how great his cummy hole feels. I lead him to the hidden bed area where a English rubberguy is playing on the bed with a little muscleboy type. I try fucking the cub on an exam table in the same room*but the height is wrong. He tells me he is a little sore but he still wants my dick, love that cumpig dedication. *He lies down on his belly and shows me that jock strapped ass again. I climb on and as my dick slides I*get little grunts and whimper from the fuckcub. I can tell*his ass is getting worn out and his mind cant tell if fucking is more pleasure or pain.*His mind wants the dick though. I don’t know if I will be able to cum again but*I am happy just dicking fuckcubs cum filled ass. *The other guys on the bed are jerking off and doing some sucking, nothing hot enough to get me going.* I am grinding my dick into fuckcub while biting on his neck, not hard enough to leave a mark ,but still getting the little whimpers I love.* The problem is I am not staying 100% hard so I pull out but tell him to stay where his is. I move around in front and have him and he*starts sucking my dick. Its great to watch his ass move as he eagerly sucks my cock. The rubberguy suddenly gets up from the guy he is playing with and mounts*the fuckcub. His dick is as big as mine but has a big PA in it. I already know that the fuckcub is sore but he takes the rubberguys dick with a grunt and continues to suck my dick. It’s hot watching him get fucked knowing the rubberguy is using my cum as lube.** I can tell fuckcub is starting to hurt, but he isn’t asking the rubberguy to stop. I start petting his head and tell him he is a good boy. It seems to help and he relaxes to just take the fucking he is getting.* The rubberguy gets up and moves fuckcub onto all fours on the edge of the bed and starts fucking him again as the muscleboy who was playiing with the rubber guy moves so fuckcub can suck his dick.* Rubberguy is getting deeper now but fuckcub is still taking it with no complaints. I move behind the rubberguy and try to fuck him but I am still not hard enough so I move to a spot on the bed to watch the action. Another guys shows up and starts to finger rubberguys hole. Rubberguy leans over and lays on fuckcubs back as he starts to take the new guys dick. Rubberguy is taking a hard pounding and loving it as he lays on fuckcubs back. The new guy comes fast and hard and we all just lay there in a pile spent. *Everyone goes their separate ways leaving fuckcub and I on the bed. I put him on his back, shove his knees to his chest, and shove my dick all the way in one stroke. His eyes get big and I give him a deep kiss as I start to pound his hole. This time it is about cumming. He pinches my nipples and I blow my third load of the night up his ass already cum filled ass. *The place is closing down early so the fuckcub and I get dressed and I invite him over to my place to see my view. He says sure, but he cant take another pounding.* I have to laugh because I am so drained the last thing on my mind is sex. In the end we wind up cuddling on the couch watching TV as I pet his head. A perfect ending to a great night. More...

Click here to see Rough Pig's original blog post... So I have a piggy dilema. What do you do when you are suppose to go to a bareback party and a hot guy calls you to play? I dont want to invite him to do along, the whole idea of going to the party is to be piggy, not bring a date to play with.* If we were dating I could see taking him along to have a public scene, but I have only played with him once before.* I could move him to another night, but the question is do I want to?* At the parties I know I will find good sex, but this new guy is also good sex and I would get the added bonus of kissing and cuddling if I wanted it.* Am I going to feel like I missed something by not going to the party? It is hard being a pig sometimes. More...

To see Austin Barebacker's original blog post click here And I am sure what most of you can guess what my "busy weekend" entailed. But to be fair it was actually Sunday and Monday. I got back from my trip on Saturday afternoon and just relaxed the rest of the day will full intentions of sexual depravity the following days. And that is exactly what I got. I can only imagine what my neighbors thought, if they even noticed, the men cumming and going from my apartment. Grand total: 8 men, 12 loads. Very respectable if I say so myself. If y'all want details just say so and I'll divulge but I need to get running as I have to prepare for 2 tops that will be here soon. More...

Click here to see College Cumslut's original blog post... I think I mentioned in one of my first stories that I find my guys online. Craigslist and adam4adam are my favorites. And before you go looking for me on a4a know that I've made it pretty hard to identify which one is mine. Don't waste your time ;-) Anyways, as I was saying, I like to use the internet for hookups. Part of the reason is convenience. With one click of a mouse I can look at numerous hot guys looking for fun. Another reason is because, well, I'm HORRIBLE at picking people up. It's actually kind of sad! Being somewhat out has helped a little but it's still very awkward. Sure, I've picked guys up at bars or clubs before but it's very rare. And I have to be slightly intoxicated :-) Turning Awkward into Awesome: This summer has been a little slow for me. My hours at work were cut down, leaving me with WAY too much time on my hands. And me being the slight nerd I am, I decided to take a class. My school has a summer session where you can take 8 and 4 week classes. I figured it couldn't hurt to take a 4 week class for 4 credits. I looked up the class catalog online and found a class I needed that also sounded somewhat entertaining. I love the first day of class. Not for the reason of learning but for the opportunity to look at new hotties. I arrived at class a little early and got a prime seat. People slowing started to trickle in. For the most part, the guys weren't too impressive. There were a couple hotties but most were just average (which isn't always a bad thing!). As the top of the hour got closer and people started settling in their seats, I glanced around the room. On the other side of the room, hidden away in the corner, was a hot guy whom I must have missed walk in. He had black hair and a cute, tan face with a couple days worth of stubble (which is fucking hot, btw). He had a somewhat Greek/Mediterranean look about him. His legs were toned/muscular and had a nice covering of dark hair. I couldn't see the rest of him as he was sitting down but even Ray Charles (too soon?!) could see he was hot. The professor began talking, taking my attention away from the hottie in the corner. As class ended, I looked in the direction of the hottie, and saw him stand up and stretch. He was about my height and probably weighed 180. His arms were toned and flexed when he stretched. I could see his defined chest pressing against his tight t-shirt. I began to get hard and left the room before attracting attention to myself. The next week and a half went by uneventful. I made sure to get to class at the last possible moment and then seat myself as close to the hottie as possible. One day I sat behind him and missed most of the lecture while staring at his ass and arms. At this point, this was all I could do. There was no way in hell I was going to make a move. I was fine with just staring at him. Last Monday, I arrived right as the professor was giving his overview of the upcoming lecture. There was a seat behind the hottie. I took it and began gawking at the hunk in front of me. I was pulled out of my daydreaming when I heard the professor mention the midterm that was in 3 days. Fuck! I had totally forgotten about the midterm. They come up very quickly during a 4 week class. I immediately began thinking about when and where to study. Sex and lust would have to take a backseat to school... again. The next night, I headed to the school library. I went to my favorite spot on one of the top floors. It was tucked away in a corner and was usually vacant, especially during the summer. I made my way through the stacks of old books, my head totally in studying mode. As I turned the corner to my studying spot I was stopped cold. Sitting with books open and headphones on was the hottie from class. I turned around and ducked between a couple stacks of books. Shit! I can't study with him there. I popped my head around the corner and saw him concentrating on the textbook. Fuck, he's cute! I stood there for 5 minutes arguing with myself. I finally decided to go sit down and try to study. I couldn't resist the chance at getting to look at him. I took a deep breathe and started to walk towards the tables. He was on the far left, so I took a spot at the table on the far right. As I sat down I looked in his direction. He was lost in whatever was playing on his iPod because he didn't look up. I pulled out my books and began to study. About 30 minutes later, I was deep in thought, taking notes and going over the lectures. Studying in the presence of hotness wasn't as hard as I thought. While going over some notes from an early lecture, I heard footsteps. I glanced up and saw the hottie walking towards me, textbook in hand. Fuck! My heart started to pound. Play it cool! And, for the love of God, don't stare at his crotch! "Hey, you're in my class aren't you?" the hottie asked, holding up his textbook so I could see the cover. "Umm... Yeah," I stuttered in response. "I thought so. I'm Mike." (not his real name lol) "I'm C.C." "Have you gone over chapter 7 yet?" Mike asked. "I was just about to. I'm almost done with chapter 6." My eyes darted as I tried not to make too much eye contact with him. "Do you understand it? I'm a little lost." "Uhh, yeah. I have a good grasp on it." "Oh, thank God. I don't get it. You mind helping me a little?" Mike asked, seeming relieved. "Ummm... Yeah, sure. Give me a couple minutes to finish this chapter up then we can get started." I didn't really need to finish the previous chapter but I did need a couple minutes to gain some composure! "No problem. Just holler when you're ready," Mike said, returning to his table. For the next five minutes I pretended to look over my notes and textbook. But the test was the farthest thing from my mind. I was trying to calm myself and get ready to help Mike. I finally decided I was ready and called him over. Mike grabbed his stuff and met me at my table. "Thanks for this. I'm stuck on this shit and I really don't want to go see the professor. He seems like a dick," Mike said. "Yeah, he's a major dick," I agreed. "I've had him before. He's actually gotten better!" "That's hard to believe," Mike chuckled. "It's true. I had him last year and he was a total asshole. He was always yelling and calling people out for no reason. He thinks he's God's gift to teaching. He's a tool." Mike laughed. "Why don't you tell me what you REALLY think?!" "Sorry," I said, blushing. "He just really pisses me off." "No, it's cool. The guy is a dick." Mike smiled at me as he said it. Fuck! He's so hot. There was an awkward silence. Mike finally broke it. We got into studying. It turned out he wasn't as lost as he thought he was. I helped by pointing a couple things out but he, for the most part, understood the material pretty well. Mike stayed at my table after I helped him. We would study for 10 minutes then talk for 15. It wasn't great for test prep but I didn't care. Mike was cute, hot, funny and easy to talk to. In the middle of an argument about which is better, Family Guy or the Simpsons (Family Guy all the way!), the loud speaker crackled to life. The recording told us the library would be closing in 30 minutes. "Well, I better get going," Mike said, closing his book. Shit, I can't let him leave. What the hell do I do? "You know, the Simpsons hasn't been relevant in about 10 years. And I'm being generous with that amount," I blurted out. I didn't really believe that but I had to keep talking with him. "Are you kidding me! The Simpsons is legendary! Family Guy is the Simpsons for dummies!" I started to put my books and papers away. "Whatever. Family Guy is fucking hilarious. They are always doing shit the Simpsons would never DREAM of doing! The Simpsons is like Sesame Street compared to Family Guy." We put our backpacks on and started walking towards the stairs. "How can you be from Oregon, where the Simpsons is set, and not like them?!" "I have taste," I said, straight faced. "Wow, you're kind of a smartass, aren't you?" "Maybe," I said, laughing. We walked down the stairs and made our way to the front doors. I have to keep this going! This guy is awesome. "You wanna grab some food?" I blurted out. Mike looked at me and didn't say anything. "Uhh, if not that's cool. I was just gonna grab something," I said, trying to backtrack. "No, that sounds good," Mike said. "What are you in the mood for?" I almost said "You" but I restrained myself. "How about pizza?" "I was thinking pizza too," Mike said. "Which one? There's about 10 places." "Pegasus. It's closest and I haven't had it in a while." "Sounds good." We made our way out of the library and onto the pizza place. We decided to split a medium. Mike ordered and paid for it. "I got it," Mike said, pushing my cash filled hand away. "This is for helping me earlier." "You don't have to do that," I objected. "I didn't even help you that much. You aren't as dumb as you look." Mike looked at me and started laughing. "Fuck you! Maybe I should make you pay." "Naw, you already said I didn't have to. Can't take it back," I said smiling. "But I'll buy you a beer." "Sweet." We found a seat and talked while we drank our beer and waited for our pizza. I was getting more and more comfortable around Mike. He has a way of making people comfortable. But I wasn't quite sure if he was interested or not. Nothing he said or did tipped me off to him being gay or bi. And I couldn't tell whether his friendliness was just that or whether he was flirting. I have never been good at knowing who is interested or not. Unless they blatantly let it be known, I'm always confused. Our pizza came and we mauled it. I hadn't eaten in a long time and from the way Mike inhaled his pizza, he hadn't either. The pizza was quickly gone. We continued to talk for a while. During a lull in the conversation, I decided to put my cards on the table. I grabbed my glass of beer, which was about a 1/4 of the way full and downed it. I took a deep breathe. "Uhh... Can I tell you something?" I said, scarred to death. "Um, sure. What is it?" "Well, umm, I've never really done this. But... ummm... well, I'm... uhhh... I'm gay." I looked up at Mike. He had a half-smile across his face. "Annndddd?" Mike said. "Ummm... well... I... well, are... uhh..." "Oh my God, you are horrible at this!," Mike said, laughing. "Dude, it's ok. I kinda figured it out. You don't try to hide the fact that you are checking me out." My face got instantly red. I was beyond embarrassed. "Dude, it's cool. I check you out when I can too. Except I'm a little better at hiding it than you are." Mike's face curled into a big smiled. I laughed, relieved at the way things were working out. "So... uhh... you're gay too?" I asked, timidly. "Uh, I'm not really sure," Mike laughed. "I'm still working on that." "Well, do you like having sex with guys?" I asked, feeling much more relaxed. "Well, yeah but -" "That's all I need to know," I said, cutting Mike off. I smiled and raised my eyebrows. Mike looked at me and finished his beer off. "I'm out of beer. You want me to grab the next round?" Mike asked, getting up from his chair. "I have beer at my place. I'll only charge you half of what it cost here." I was fucking horny. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I was determined to get Mike naked that night. "Do you take plastic?!" Mike asked. "No, but we can work something out. I live about 5 minutes away." Mike looked at me with a serious look on his face. I returned the look with a smirk. All of a sudden, his face melted into a devious smile. "Well, let's get going then." I hopped out of my chair and practically ran to the door. Mike and I walked in the direction of my apartment. We walked in silence for the first little bit. I decided to break the silence. "So, you've known I've been checking you out in class?" Mike laughed. "Yeah, I figured it out the second day. I caught you looking at me when I dropped my pen." "And you were interested?" "Well, yeah. You are cute and hot. Of course I was interested." "Why didn't you say anything then?" "Why didn't YOU say anything?" "Because I'm an awkward, social retard." "From what I've seen, it's true!" "Thanks. So, did you ask me for help just to get me in the sack?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "You'd like to think so, wouldn't you," Mike responded with a smile. "No, I actually needed help. I was pretty lucky you came to the library and sat where you did. I actually told myself not to flirt or do anything with you. So much for that!" We both laughed. "So what changed your mind then?" "That performance of yours after dinner. Your stuttering and bumbling was so pitiful I had to say yes." Mike paused before laughing. "Do you take joy in my awkwardness?" "A little bit." "Well, whatever. You're on your way to my apartment, so I guess it worked!" I said. "No, in all honesty, it was the stuttering and bumbling. But I didn't think it was pitiful, I thought it was cute," Mike said. "Plus, your ass looks great in those shorts." Mike reached over and slapped my ass. I wanted to jump him right there on the side walk. "You like to top or bottom?" I asked. "Either," Mike answered. "How about both?" I countered. Mike smiled widely. "I can't say no to that!" We arrived at my complex. I led Mike to my apartment and opened the door. "You have a roommate?" Mike asked. "Yeah but he's cool. Looks like he's gone anyways. You want a beer?" "Yeah." I grabbed a couple of beers out of the fridge and met Mike at the couch. We popped the tops and sat in silence while drinking. I put my right hand on Mike's leg. He returned the favor, rubbing my right quad. I set my beer on the coffee table to free up my other hand. I began rubbing his stomach with it. I moved in and pressed my lips to Mike's. We started to slowly makeout. Short, sweet kisses. Mike started exploring my stomach and chest with his hands. He grabbed my shirt and pulled it up. I lifted my arms up and Mike took my shirt all the way off. He started kissing and licking my chest while he lowered me on to the couch. Mike pressed his body on top of mine, grinding his hips into mine. I grabbed his head and pulled it into my own. Our lips met again. This time, I opened my mouth, inviting in his tongue. Our tongues met and started exploring each other. Mike continued grinding his hips and hardening cock into mine. Mike pulled away from our kiss and ripped his shirt off. He was very tan and had a nice dusting of dark hair on his chest. There was a dark trail that went from his chest to his stomach and further south. "You are fucking hot, dude!" I exclaimed. Mike didn't respond. Instead, he bent back down and continued to kiss me. The feeling of his bare chest on mine was amazing. The heat from our bodies radiated off each other. I grabbed at his back while we madeout. We both began to sweat. Mike pulled off our kiss again. He started kissing his way down my neck and chest. He kissed my abs and went down to wear my skin hid under the waist of my shorts. While still kissing my warm skin, Mike unbuttoned my shorts. I lifted up, allowing him to pull my shorts all the way off. Mike began to nibble at my cock through the fabric of my boxer briefs. He licked the dark spot where my precum had leaked. "Let's head to my room," I said, slightly out of breathe. I hopped up and led Mike down the hall to my bedroom. When we got inside, I resumed kissing Mike. We kissed standing up for a while. Then, without warning, Mike tossed me on the bed. I laid on my back and watched as my dropped his cargo shorts. Apparently, he wasn't wearing anything underneath because his hard, tan cock popped out. It was about 7 inches and moderately thick. He was uncut with a nice trimmed bush. Mike crawled onto the bed and positioned himself over me. I grabbed his ass and pulled him onto myself. We started to kiss again. Mike's scruff tickled my face as we madeout. I pulled off of our kiss and told Mike to bring his cock to my mouth. He scooted up my body, bringing his cock closer to my face. I grabbed it and stuck it in my mouth. It was wonderful. His foreskin was soft. I began to take more and more of it in my mouth. Mike began to buck his hips and slowly face fuck me. "Oh yeah. Suck my dick." Mike began to moan quietly. I continued to suck his dick, while at the same time pulling my underwear off. With my hard cock free, I begin to stroke it. I continued to suck Mike, taking in all 7 inches. Mike pulled his cock out of my mouth. "You wanna get fucked?" he asked. "Yeah, I want you to pound me," I responded, with a big smile. "I can do that! Do you have condoms?" "Nope," I said honestly. If they ask for condoms and I have them, which is rare, I always provide them. "Neither do I," Mike said. "You ok without one? I'm clean. Got tested 3 weeks ago." "Yeah, I actually prefer without. I'm clean as well. I actually got tested last week." Mike smiled and started kissing me again. He pulled away and off my body. Grabbing my ankles, he lifted my legs in the air, exposing my hole. Reaching down, Mike pulled apart my cheeks and started to rub my hole with his finger. "Mmmm, that feels good." Mike then bent down and started licking my ass. He kissed and licked around my hole. It drove me crazy. I love having my ass eaten. Mike's tongue finally found my pucker and began to lube it. Slowly, he pushed his tongue into my ass. I moaned from the amazing feeling it gave me. Mike continued to rim me. After my hole was sufficiently lubed, Mike came up for air. He spit in his hand and lubed up his dick. I grabbed my legs and pulled them up in preparation for the fucking I was about to receive. Mike positioned his cock against my hole and slowly pushed forward. His cockhead popped in, sending a great sensation up my spine. He slowly kept pushing forward until he bottomed out. Leaning down, Mike started to kiss me. As he did, he began to slowly fuck me. Mike and I madeout while he loosened my up. I softly moaned as his cock penetrated me. After a couple of minutes my ass was accepting my cock without trouble. "You ready for that pounding now?!" Mike asked with a smile. "Of course! Give me all you've got!" Mike began to pick up his pace. He grabbed my ankles and elevated my legs. His balls started to slap against my ass. His chest became moist with sweat. "Oh fuck! That feels awesome," I moaned. "Fuck my ass!" Mike began to increase his speed and force. His cock was punishing my hole. It hit my prostate. I was in a daze, delirious from the amazing feeling. I began to rub Mike's chest and abs with my hands. I ran them up and down his tan body, feeling his muscles contact with every thrust. I could feel the wetness of his sweat as he pounded me. I was in heaven. After about 20 minutes of toe-curling fucking, Mike pulled out. "Your turn," Mike said. He leaned down and began sucking my cock. He ran his hands up and down my torso while his head bobbed up and down on my cock. "Turn your ass towards me," I said. Mike did so. His perfect, hairy ass was staring me in the face while he sucked my cock. I wasted no time. I pulled his cheeks apart and dove into his ass, my tongue leading the way. He tasted amazing. Salty, musky and manly. My tongue probed his ass, going deeper each time I thrust it in. I ate his ass out while he suck me for a couple of minutes. Mike pulled off of my dick and turned around. He straddled my body, positioning his well lubed hole over my hard dick. He grabbed my cock and guided it to his hole. The warmth of his hole on my dick head was amazing. Slowly, Mike lowered himself onto my hard rod. After about a minute, my cock was balls deep in Mike's tan ass. I held Mike up and slowly began to buck my hips. "Fuck, dude, you are really tight," I exclaimed. "You feel amazing." "I haven't been fucked in a while," Mike responded. "Your cock feels great in there." Mike began to bounce himself up and down on my cock. He grabbed his hard dick and began to stroke it and moan. After a couple minutes, we had a great rhythm going. Every time I thrust up, Mike would push down. His ass tightly gripped my cock. Mike continued bouncing up and down on my cock, moaning and jacking his dick. I reached up and rubbed his sweaty stomach and chest. He was fucking hot. I began to thrust faster and faster. "Fuck... fuck... fuck..." Mike moaned. "Fuck me!" I grabbed Mike's hips and pulled him into me every time I thrust up. I was getting as deep into his ass as I could. His ass was so tight I couldn't take much more. "I'm close. Where do you want me to cum?" I asked, panting. "I don't care!" Mike moaned. I began to thrust harder. I pulled Mike into me and slammed his ass. "Fuck, I'm cumming!" I yelled. My cock spasmed and burst deep in Mikes hot hole. 5 shots of hot jizz poured into Mike's used hole. My balls were completely drained. "Fuck, that was amazing," I said after regaining some composure. "Your ass is so fucking tight." Mike, still sitting on my hard cock, leaned down and kissed me. "That was fucking awesome. You are a great top," Mike said in between kisses. "Thanks", I said, feeling my cheeks grow red with embarrassment. "But now it's my tuen to be a great bottom." "You're ok getting fucked after cumming?" Mike asked, surprised. I laughed. "What's so funny?" Mike asked. "Nothing. You're the second guy in a month that was surprised I liked to get fucked after cumming." "Not many guys like it," Mike said. "But if you are ok with it, I am!" Mike lifted himself off of my slightly deflated dick. "Roll over," Mike said. I rolled onto my stomach and stuck my ass in the air. I soon felt Mike's cock head press against my hole. He slowly filled my ass up with his hard dick. This time, he didn't waste anytime; he immediately started pounding me. Mike grabbed both my arms and held them behind my back, using like the reins on a horse. He slammed into my ass without mercy, making me moan louder and louder. "Oh fuck! Fuck me! Pound me!" "You like that? Take my cock!" Hitting my prostate with every thrust, Mike quickly made me hard again. "Fuck me harder!" I screamed. Mike obliged and kicked it up a couple notches. My ass was now loose and taking Mike's cock without a problem. He continued to slam my ass, giving me what I asked for. After about 10 minutes, Mike released my hands and gripped me by the waist. My right hand went immediately for my hard dick. I began to jerk furiously. Soon, I stiffening as I shot my second load of the night. "I'm... cumming!" My cock exploded while Mike slammed my ass. I emptied 3 decent sized shot of warm cum onto my sheets below. My ass clenched. "Fuck, I'm almost there!" Mike moaned. Mike reached forward and grabbed my shoulders with each hand. He pulled me into his body and thrust forward as hard as he could. "Fuuuccckkkk!" Mike's cock swelled and burst deep in my fuckhole. Mike shot 6 creamy, hot shots that coated my chute. I was instantly warmed inside by his huge load. After his cock stopped spasming, Mike slowly pulled out of my sloppy, cummy ass. As he did, I felt a stream of warm cum leak down my leg. "Fuck, dude. That was awesome," I said, catching my breathe. "Yeah it was," Mike agreed. Mike joined me on the bed, both of us lying on our backs, naked and full of each other's cum. More...

Click here to see Bare Sqwhirl's original blog post... One of the blogs (Toxic Twinks )that I read on a regular basis made up this a list of activities he found hot and want to do. So I figured I would in turn post my exploits of what items I've crossed off the list: So this is my list ! What's not on the list that you've tried or want to try? More...

Click here to see the original blog post on Twisted by Tyler Morgyn... The shadows were long and sharp by the light of the park lamp as I followed the hard slap of your boots on the pavement. You didn't look back. You didn't have to. There was nowhere else for me to be. My fingers fluttered as I kept pace. I couldn't judge your mood. I never can. You turned into the almost deserted park. A sleeping bum, a few teenagers our only witnesses. You knew where you were going. I never do. You stopped at an empty park bench and then, only then, did you turn to me. I thought you were reaching down to tie that dragging shoelace. You stood up with that long blade you wear strapped to your calf. It caught the lamplight, shooting daggers of blinding light wildly around. You turned the knife in your hand so the daggers flashed in my eyes and kept me from thinking about anything else but trust and survival. You moved fast. You always do. As your fingers were gripping my throat, I felt the flat of the cool hard steel pressing against my cheek. Your thumb stroked up and down on my Adam's apple, pressing inward firmly until the pain and pressure made me gag and struggle for air. I tried to stand still like you wanted, but my body moved to get away from you. I knew that was a mistake. You crowded me immediately. I was jammed into the back of the park bench and you moved closer to me until our chins touched and the blade made a deep furrow in my cheek. I looked at you for the first time. That was also a mistake. I lowered my eyes almost immediately, but not before I saw your face. I saw your eyes reading me. Gauging the fear you saw in me. Assessing my resistance. Watching for defiance. I knew then I was in trouble. I waited. Your hand left my throat, left me gasping for air. The pressure from the blade stopped, and as it moved past my eyes, I trembled. I heard three sharp smacks of the blade on the top rung of the bench as you moved a foot away and I knew what was expected of me. I turned. I waited to be told what to do. My fingers twitched to undo the buttons and zipper of my jeans but I knew better than to move just yet. I was surprised when I felt the palm of your hand on my back, pressing me over the back of the bench, forcing my torso farther and harder. I felt the wooden slats dig into my hips as I was pressed by the weight of your body on me, and I grasped the edge of the seat for balance. I turned my head slightly to avoid my nose being smashed into the rungs as I was bent in half. My feet lifted slightly and I was helpless. I first heard the sharp zip of the threads as the knife point severed the seam of my jeans. The blade felt cold on the skin of my cheeks. I hung there, afraid to move a muscle. You held the knife in place, feeling my tense body under your hand. Wanting me to feel your power. I could see your black leather pants legs through a gap in the slats, and you shifted your weight, as if to strike. I held my breath. I watched as you brought your arm up in a sweeping motion that severed the stitches that held my bluejeans together. My breathing quickened. I felt the hard blade between my buttocks again, and the sharp pull as you grabbed the straps of my jock and sliced them with the edge. I was exposed. To you. To the knife. You placed the knife on end between my cheeks. I could feel the sharp edge lightly across my hole. I could feel some pain as you stropped the blade back and forth like a straight razor. The pain grew as the skin roughened and inflamed. I tried not to cry out. I whimpered in pain. You continued and continued. I don't know if I bled. I might have. All I knew was the pain. I knew you stopped, but the pain remained. I heard the familiar zip. but the pain remained. I knew what was next. I wanted the fire to stop. I screamed when you touched my hole with your fingers. Each probe a flame from a match. You guided your cock into me. I clamped my jaw tight. I blinked back the tears as the pain of each thrust burned on the inside and out. You continued to hammer my hips into the hard wooden bench. I felt the blowtorch flare of each thrust as you rammed me harder and faster until the pain overwhelmed me and consumed my body in flames. I was a martyr engulfed on a combustible pyre. Being endlessly staked and tortured, as my wracked body began to float and drift into ashes. A calmness akin to sublime rapture overtook my body and I floated towards ecstasy. I barely noticed your throbbing final shot as I focused. I came in a eruption of emotions tangled around my love for you. I reached my arm behind me and touched your thigh. Your hand closed over mine. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on Twisted by Tyler Morgyn... I'm laying here watching the ceiling fan. It has wooden blades that fool no one into thinking it's a dead palm frond, but I loved it when I picked it out. Now it circles slowly and endlessly overhead, scattering bits of shadow, no-- light, all over the room. A chaotic spray of stray sunlight from the window that tells me it's still morning. Kind of pretty, I guess. I don't know how long I'll be watching the fan. Will it be scattering moonlight? A bit of metal pinches my back, and I shift a little. As much as I can. My weight is well distributed over the metal frame, so it doesn't hurt. It's early still, but the day is warm. It's always warm here. The breeze from the fan is only a pleasant rustle against my naked skin. Yes, everything is still pleasant. It's going to be a long day. The mattress we slept on last night, the mattress that belongs on top of this metal mattress frame, is standing upright against the wall. It's still draped in it's coverlet & bed linens, as if it slept in its clothes after some drunken party. It made a fool out of itself last night. Now it turns itself to the wall in shame. The Brit was in a hurry when he tossed our mattress aside this morning, but I know that mattress will be back in place tomorrow, perfectly dressed and decorated and saying not a word. I lift my head as much as I can to see the metal table that doesn't belong here. It's not a very big table. I guess you could knock it over if you kicked long enough. It doesn't belong here, not in my bedroom. I know that table. The sun is stronger now, forcing the fan to shoot more light around the room like a bizarre disco mirror ball. A strobe-light catching my mirrors, my painting,... that table. I close my eyes. The light hurts. I wish it was moonlight. I wish it was moonlight already. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on Twisted by Tyler Morgyn... Like a Brancusi sculpture in gleaming black marble, your torso is shaped into exquisite form. No mortal muse could inspire such dripping lust. Hand polished to a luster of reflective brilliance, the tiny mica imperfections are but glitter to please my eye. This is no heavy stone that will float above my sweating body and satisfy my craving for beauty & release. My ego feeds on the riveting grace as reward for an artist's eye and when I move behind, the tearing between capturing the vision at the length of an arm & touching the solid reality beneath my hands melts my heart until that very first caress. My eyes close reflexively and my nails begin to claw at the yielding skin, raking along your thighs while I devour the slick salty flavors of you….I bury my face in that ass and my tongue enjoys a texture my eyes never knew. Teasing, coaxing, drooling ... I nudge my way past all resistance until that tight hole relaxes. When you cry out and move beneath my mouth - a primitive sensual thing - I lose my final grip on civilization. Ragged breathing rips through my chest as the firm flesh and warm, sweaty skin excite my body until I’m pushing and moaning and filling that tight chamber with all my frenzy and frustration. Manners and reason deconstruct into cock and balls and blurred motion….I plunge and collide until I can’t see the marble and I can’t see the form….and I’m consumed with wild howling so that my thrusts come faster and deeper until chaos steals my vision and …I can’t see…I can’t see ... We tumble and entwine while our hearts regain a steady rhythm, our hot breath mingling in the moments after. We say the small things that make us human….but the divine is gone….the sublime is missing… and…I mourn the loss of a perfection I could almost touch. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on Twisted by Tyler Morgyn... “ If I was there, we'd be on your couch and it would be cool; at least cool for me... We'd have a throw over our laps and my hands would be all over you beneath the throw - snuggling...cuddling...relaxed - engaged in each other. We would talk late into the night like we never talked before, “How was your day, dear?”...and when you started getting silly and making funny noises, we'd go up to the bedroom where you'd make my hair stand on end for real. But you're no marble statue. You're hot and sexy and you make me so desire you that I ache...and while I undress you and see your beautiful skin for the first time and touch you, all thought of writing and editing and the keyboard fall away...and you are my keyboard and I play you with my hands...the beautiful supple places and the hard muscular places...and you are warm and real and soft and yielding... “ When I close the door to the bedroom, you are so beautiful in the light that I drop to my knees before you and worship you with my mouth. You grasp my head for balance and you lower your head to watch. But every pleasurable lick and wet caress of my tongue makes your eyes close and mouth open. As I draw each spongy globe in with my lips and engage and roll your balls with my tongue, you stiffen against my face while salty tears of precum run down my cheek. My strong fingers explore your ass and thighs with firm caresses until they find your waiting hole and tunnel inside. You groan lightly as I spread and burrow and find the raised textures I seek. Fondling and rubbing, I indulge my fingers’ desires for the tactile stimulation that will bind you to me... that will make you mine. You are breathing more rapidly now, but so am I. As I savor the scents of you, my head fills with new memories to recall in future years. The salty musky taste is like no other, and I will remember that too. I can feel you buckle as your body betrays its needs and you struggle to remain upright and in control. Your tight rings fight my probing while your essence envelops the sensations and craves more. You adjust your legs and your torso weaves, trying to fight gravity’s seductive draw and your desire to open yourself to me fully. A low moan escapes your lips and I know I have you in my hands. The constant sensations of my lapping tongue and nipping teeth have aroused you to a level of excitement that, when I bite down hard on your inner thigh, you cry out but savor the pain without moving. Endorphins course through your body and intensify the encounter. You are hard and erect. You are ready. Finally, I lick up the shaft and devour the tip as your self control fades and you begin to thrust into my mouth. My tongue curls around you instinctively, creating a chute to hug you tightly and to slide your dick in and out with ease. Now it’s your game. You rape my head as you pound into the back of my throat until I am choking with your passion. My dick is hard too and pointing upward towards what I desire now. And I won’t let you win. Not yet... I try to take control by humming and vibrating your dick as I rake the nails of both hands across your thighs. But you ram harder and faster. Abandon has made you insistent, but I want us to last. I place my hands over yours & tease them from my temples. One long last hard suck and I pull back. The cool air hits your moist cock bringing you abruptly back to earth. Slowly I stand and look at your dark expressive eyes while I guide you back onto the bed. I can see trust and more in your face as you lay back and I climb on top to straddle you. I hold my body high as my strong thighs lift then lower above you. I hover my hole over your wet, gleaming rod...tense... teasing... then lower down. You smile as my snug hole grips your cock and my hands slide upward from your belly to your chest. Entangling my fingers in your nipple rings, I gently tug. Your intake of breath and squirm tells me you like what I’m doing. I huddle over and push down, enveloping your cock in warm gripping folds. I like watching your face at this moment...the open mouth with the show of pink tongue...the flash of white teeth. The loss of control. The surrender to me. Sitting on your cock slowly, I surround you with a hot friction. I let you feel my walls hold you and move to engulf all you give me. You can watch my expression as I adjust to you and, as fleeting swells of ecstatic pain cross my face, you can see how much I want you. I move up and down slowly to feel you slide in and out. A tempo develops. My thighs clamp and release as I move quicker & deeper until I bounce with the rhythm of playground balls & carefree afternoons. The concentration on your face tells me how pleasurable this feels and when you quicken and move to lift and thrust into me....to lift your ass to meet my flesh... I change my cadence and roll my hips. Your hands clasp my cheeks trying to hold me still as I rock and I try to pull out to the tip before plunging deep again. But I can’t control you, and you slam into my hips with a force of lust and hunger. I want to feel your power. I want to feel you filling my hole with a liquid geyser as you throb and pulse...I want to give into you... But we can go longer. I will feel the familiar control of your satisfaction again and I will want to have you in my power... This is my game now. We struggle and fight as ass and cock dance a tango of such exquisite beauty that our hearts will ache....where neither will give up. But we both will win. Wantonly uninhibited, we lose ourselves in the up and down, in the in and out...with a force that grabs our chests and makes our thighs tremble while the smells of sweat and sex fill our nostrils and flavor our heaving breath. I want to hold you in my power longer; I want to hold on and take you where I want you to go. But my body betrays me. I feel the old familiar stirrings of the rubbings & rhythms... my cock is so hard and I am very close to relinquishing myself. I try to concentrate that I love the sight of you... and the sounds of us... and I am overwhelmed by the passion and the intensity of my feelings for you. And I know I love you more than it is possible to love another...with the total consumption of my soul...with a complete surrender. But instead of increasing my stamina like counting baseball cards, my love for you makes me tumble headfirst into my lustful desire for you. My dominance is slipping and I succumb to the waves of hot throbbing and itch... of shaking and want... of trembling and wild recklessness As I feel your hot cum gushing and filling me, my control is a sham and I release with an abandon that streaks your chest and dots your neck with shiny pearls. I pant, impaled on you and joined in a way that shows us both that for one minute in time, we are equals. I am overcome with a feeling of love and well-being that is indescribable. You are all I want and need. You drag your fingers across your chest and give me a taste of my tribute to you. I reach forward and kiss your lips, giving the gift right back. More...

Click here to see the original blog post on Twisted by Tyler Morgyn... "This Is Not Cyber" is dedicated to my loving relationship with an amazingly sexy man who means everything to me. More...

To see Bike Guy's original blog post click here Is there anything hotter than a cocksucker on his knees surrounded by dick? One could argue the point: No! Yet there I was on my knees in a bookstore booth with one man in front of me, one to my left and one to my right. Let me start from the beginning. After a long long work day, I was nearby the iffy bookstore where I plunk down $10 for the “privilege” of having to navigate through sparse amounts of men and even sparser decent ones – yet I continue to do it. It sucks being an addict. I picked a booth and sat in it (remember, this place has no doors on their booths). A decent looking guy took the one across from me. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw how decent. That would be ‘very’. The guy didn’t sit, but stood just out of the door view but I could see the head and first 2” of his dick. It was nice too. He never peeked into my booth and I got tired of hoping he would. I stood up and walked out of mine and into his doorway. He didn’t signal me in, but he didn’t tell me to go. I placed my hand his THICK piece of meat and he let me. It was my invitation. He was watching a straight porn and he never really looked at me, so I went down to my knees. Even for me, it was tough to wrap my lips around this dick-girth, but after I got on it, I could take him all the way down – and he got thick the farther down you went. I’d say he was straight, but the metal cockring seemed to say ‘homo’. He looked like a younger Vince Vaughn, but with a big dick. Straight guys don’t wear cockrings, right? I’ve yet to meet one. This guy never looked down or paid me any mind. Fine with me. Let him get off on his straight bangin’ movie – and if he does it in my mouth, so be it. I won’t lie, blowing him was tiring. He was rock rock rock hard and wasn’t in any hurry to get off. I like a challenge though, even if my jaw was looking to tire out or be dislocated. As I was sucking I heard a noise outside the booth. I look out and in the little corridor, there is a guy sucking another guy - but both are still watching me suck this big guy. Neither guy was awful, so I didn't care if they watched, neither did the feeder. As these things happen, with no indication of telling them to leave, the two pushed the envelope and entered the booth. Me on my knees - the original guy in front of me and now one on each side of me. Both the new guys had decent dicks...7" or so. The one on my right was thicker, but it was the one on my left who had all the initiative of the group. He took my head and placed it on his penis. I looked up and saw his eyes roll back and his baseball capped head lean back against the wall behind him. I eventually moved to the guy on my right, but he wasn't incredibly into it all (he was the one eating out in the hall). The ballcap guy took my head and placed it onto the original guy as well. I sucked. I hate to say it but I had to use my hand on this guy. He was big. He was super thick. He was gonna need some extra attention that even an experienced cocksucker would have trouble with. But I think having two other guys there didn't hurt his mindset. He muttered he was gonna cum and the guy in the ballcap just nodded at/to me. I wasn't looking for his permission to take the load, but it was kind of a hot move on his part. Mr Vaughn-like oozed his load out into my mouth. There was plenty of cum, but it didn't shoot out, it was just kind of there - like a slow moving tar pit would encroach across the land. It tasted fine but like him, it was there, and while nice to look at (or taste), it was subdued. He buckled up and ambled out, Mr. Ballcap took my head in both his hands and directed me back to him. The same sigh, the same eyes rolling back and head leaning back. But this time he kept his hands on my head and directed my movements. He was into it. And while he was a bit rough around the edges in terms of appearance, he had the right moves and attitude. His grip tightened and he unleashed quite a load into my mouth - nice and sweet too. With no acknowledgement of what we had just done, he zipped up and walked out. That left me with the other guy, which at this time I realized he had NO PANTS ON. Where they were, I have no idea. The reason he wasn't into me sucking him that much was that he wanted to suck me. That's not why I dropped $10 at this place. He did tell me he had gotten Mr. Ballcap off earlier that afternoon, so I got load #2 and it was a good one. At some point I left and walked around. I looked at all the guys I wouldn't touch and shook my head as many followed me - I didn't want to give false encouragement. It wasn't gonna happen no matter how horny I was. I did run into a guy who was ok and he joined me in a booth. Nicely built but with an ugly ass bandanna wrapped around his head like Olivia Newton-John might have done in 1981. Turns out he wanted to suck me. I let him and he was just not that good. I was not staying hard and he was almost too much enthusiasm to have any technical expertise. He also mentioned he didn't swallow - so what was the point? I did get him to let me suck him for a bit and when I was down on him, who would show up at the door but Mr. Ballcap. Once again, he entered on his own and directed my mouth to his dick. I ended up going back and forth between the two and it turns out they just started making out. Really into each other. I got both of their cockheads into my mouth, but it was hard to keep them there with all their kissing and writhing. Mr. Bandanna was the first to get his nut on....or off. He put it in my mouth and I gladly did something he wouldn't do - swallow. This just set Mr. Ballcap off again. I was getting at least this third load of the day - and while it wasn't as big as the one I had taken 45 minutes before, it wasn't too shabby at all. All in all, it was a decent day at the bookstore. More...

Click here to see Closet BB Cumdump's original blog post... Sorry took me a while to post the last day in the windy city.... So as promised my last hook up on day 2 kept his promise and got in touch on day 3. Before we get there though..... worked out in the hotel gym in the afternoon and there was only one other guy in there. He was an older guy, very good looking and kept making eye contact. Hmmm.... OK. I figured I needed to work out though so I kept lifting. He stayed working out as long as I did though. Funny thing.... Ha, not! So when I finally go to leave I walked by and smiled and he smiled and decided he was done and so...he left too. He caught up with me at the elevator and started talking to me. He asked what I was doing there and I said I was on business. Him too. Where are you from, blah blah blah. Then he smiled again so I figured I should cut the crap. Did you want to come back to my room for a bit? He smiled and said sure but should he shower first? I said do you think it's a waste if you just get sweaty again? He laughed and said 'wow you're direct.' I said sometimes and so we both went back to my room. As soon as we walked in I grabbed at his shorts and we started making out. He said he was paranoid about sex because he didn't have rubbers with him. He was married and asked if I had rubbers. I said no but it was OK. I asked if he just wanted to get sucked off instead. He said sure so I got on my knees and started polishing his knob. He moaned as soon as I took it all the way down. Average size and average thickness so real nice to suck deep. He asked if I liked it and I said yeah and I asked if he liked it and he said oh yeah. You know that great feeling when you blow a guy and you can feel it swell and harden in your mouth and you know what is coming next? Man I love that feeling.... So sure enough he shot a load in my mouth...so thick and so tasty. Oh man it was good. Then it got weird for him and he said thank you thank you very quickly and pulled up his shorts and said he had to go. Um ok. I asked if he wanted something to drink or anything and he said no no, he was good. OK then, I got what I wanted and so did he so buh bye.... Then I washed up and sent a text to Day 2 guy. He said he couldn't come to me that night and asked if I wanted to drive to Boystown. Give me 5 minutes to get my car I was there in 20 minutes and got parking right in front of his building. Unheard of!! Meant to be.. He buzzed me in and met me at the bottom of the stairs. We walked up and went to his apartment and sat down. He asked if I wanted a beer. Sure. Then he put on a movie (not porn) just a movie so we could hang out. We watched about 20 minutes and then started making out. Then he pulled his shirt off and then pulled mine off. Then the shorts (his then mine) and we thought maybe head to the bedroom. We got on his bed and started making out. He rubbed my crotch and then we started to blow each other. First one after the other, then we got into a nice 69. After a few minutes he wanted to fuck. He also said he wanted to flip. NO worries. He slipped it in and started fucking me. It was almost a repeat of the night before but without the photos. He didn't take more than 5 minutes doing it doggy all the time before he came in me. He decided he wasn't sure if he was clean and maybe we shouldn't fuck (me fuck him). I think it's because I wasn't 100% clean. So we showered and then he asked if I wanted to spend the night and just cuddle. Sure... so we get in bed and start cuddling, spooning, etc. We kiss some more and drift off. It got soooooo hot in the bedroom, he had a fan on but the AC was off so I started to sweat. Then I was awake and his butt against my front made me start getting hard. I am thinking well since I am up and now he's showered and he went to the bathroom and everything, let's give it a whirl.... So I grab a little grease by the bed and lube my dick and his hole and slowly push in. He's asleep but quickly wakes up and starts getting into it. He starts the 'yeah, fuck my ass' chant a couple of minutes into it. Now I don't top that often anymore since I LOVE getting fucked but I used to do it all the time. Just out of practice. So sometimes I get performance anxiety but I keep it together long enough to tell him my load is coming and I manage to squirt a nice respectable load up his hole and then we collapse in our own sweat and fall back asleep making out. It could not have been more than an hour later his alarm starts going off and he asks if he can fuck me again. Hell yeah! So his wake up exercise is to do me a second time. His first load is still in my hole and it is still slippery so he needs no lube and slides right in. Again, it takes him just a couple of minutes and he drops another load in me. We kiss some more and he thanks me for spending the night. Then I tell him I will get out of his way so he can go to work. I head back to my hotel about 5 AM and sleep for 3 more hours before getting up and doing my last meetings and heading home. I made a new friend and I hope we fuck next time I come out again! More...

Click here to see Sperm Pig's original post... The dude attached to this cock wants to fuck me in my slung this week. Should I? More...

Cory Koons is a porn star who's done work for studios including Treasure Island. Click here to see Cory's original blog post... I wish I could say here... But I can't. I do not know what is stopping me. Nothing can be worse than what is already assumed about me. So what stops me? Pride? Fear that I will have a worse reputation, that any guy I go on a date with will read the blog and be immediately terrified? People already think I'm shady, but if I didn't hold anything back, well, everyone would think I am shady. It's amazing how many guys are so freaked out by me before they even meet me. Lately I seem to be torturing myself be being attracted to lil' scruffy tattooed boys in their twenties that live in Brooklyn--a close approximation to myself--yet they are all really cautious and weary of my charms. I do not feel like I am part of my generation. There is certain conformist mentality I see rising up in the young gays, a strive towards hetero-normative ideas and morals, and I do not like it. I don't think I'm a monster, nor do I think I'm shadier than most. I am just honest about my shadiness and I own it, and that is my problem. It becomes increasingly more difficult to stay honest when I know everyone is lying around me. Why am I being such a bummer today? I'm actually in a good mood. Since you guys seem to like porn clips of me... I will look for more out there. They are all really old... I like it that some of you read this without knowing any of my video work. It's cute. OK BYE More...

Cory Koons is a porn star who's done work for studios including Treasure Island. Click here to see Cory's original blog post... More...

Cory Koons is a porn star who's done work for studios including Treasure Island. Click here to see Cory's original blog post... Should be done with conviction and confidence. The only times you make a misstep are when you think twice where you are stepping. I realized something tonight: I have lost the capacity to miss people. Do we actually lose the ability to feel certain emotions or do we cast them aside when it suits us? Selective hearing. This may be redundant but I don't miss missing. What do you do when your emotions become a highly efficient angerconverter and any emotion that pops up in you end up expressing itself PISSED OFF? What if you get part of your strength from your anger, your beast, your self-proclaimed worst enemy, and the world is going to end and only you can save it but you aren't sure if you have the strength and the advice you seek tells you IT IS NOT ENOUGH and to save the world you must embrace your worst enemy and let it become an even bigger part of you? If you were Buffy, you'd totally refuse to demonize your heart and soul, bust out of the chains, fight off the old ancient black dudes, and come back to reality thanks to a hot lesbian best friend, only to realize that it is not enough. Following this new train of Buffy-thought I have a vision of a hot lesbian witch casting a spell that causes all present and future powerbottoms to release their full powers all at once... to an all-powerful metaphallus that won't know what it is hitting. Get your own valid XHTML YouTube embed code More...

Cory Koons is a porn star who's done work for studios including Treasure Island. Click here to see Cory's original blog post... great fucking. That is the title to a post I was writing in reference to my hairstyle in Manplay-17, but I can't figure out how to embed the video here so fuck it. Hey guys guess what I am having special feelers for someone and right now it's at the point I feel I need to tranquilize myself a little bit just to stand it!!! That's not really what I'm here to talk about. I have decided to grow some balls and accept things might be discussed in a bad way but in the end I have to stay true to myself, my character and my self-expression. I want to be a bad-ass in love. The inclination is already there. If there is reciprocation by another bad-ass, even better. I was talking to a friend about doing an anonymous cum-dump type of scene, and I said it was not my cup of tea, but I could imagine doing it if I had a lover that was really into it and got turned on by whoring my hole out indiscriminately... which I immediately said was weird. My friend asked why it was weird to want someone to look out for you. I couldn't come up with a good answer. More...

Cory Koons is a porn star who's done work for studios including Treasure Island. Click here to see Cory's original blog post... It's gettin' there... More...

Cory Koons is a porn star who's done work for studios including Treasure Island. Click here to see Cory's original blog post... It was quite possibly the biggest dick I've ever seen. I took it like a champ. Last time I'm having sex or ejaculating before my scene tomorrow. My mind can rest knowing that my ass can take A LOT. I forget sometimes there is a reason why I am considered a powerbottom. More...

Cory Koons is a porn star who's done work for studios including Treasure Island. Click here to see Cory's original blog post... I find myself practically in a relationship, in love against better judgment, with a boy. Shoot went well. Apparently, I am like a "breath of fresh air." We had our first lil' tiff, if you want to call it that, tonight. My boy started complaining how his millionaire father doesn't give him enough money. I mentioned maybe his dad should have died when he was eight so he could live off the life insurance (until it runs out your sophomore year of college)/(so your mom can buy a new house and promptly move in the boyfriend you hate and the boyfriend's son you hate even more, but the boyfriend's son has a dick, and he wants you to suck it, so you do because you are eleven and hot and horny and it is all you can get. When you are not sucking your dick you are trying to make his head catch on fire or at least implode... layers of skin fall off to reveal mucles and tendons falling off to reveal bones and joints and... SLUGS? THAT IS WHAT WAS UNDERNEATH THERE? SLUGS?) money, until it runs out before it is convenient for it to run out. I started doing that thing that one should never do. What would my life be like now if my dad had never died. I would be gay, that is for sure... but I'm not sure if I would have pushed my boundaries of gayness as far as I did. I don't think I would have pushed myself so far in any way. It's so weird to understand my father never heard me play my sax (I studied with a jazz saxophonist for about ten years... he wanted me to carry on the legacy of old jazz masters like himself) or bassoon (my bassoon teacher, the studio bassoonist for Disney, told me once of a fifteen year old girl [i was sixteen, and slacking hard] who was performing a bassoon concerto. He told me that I had more musicality in my right pinkie than she had in her entire body and it killed him to know she was getting a concerto and I was fucking my talent away when clearly my future lied in the realm of bassoon, and I should quit sax, quit sports, and devote the rest of my life to this dying art--bassson is considered one of the most difficult instruments to master. They are as expensive as luxury automobiles, have wait lists, and the craftsmanship of something as simple as a double reed could take a lifetime to master), and I really thought that was where my life was headed until I was sixteen and my house burned down at 4am, my father's birthday... just a few hours before I was to catch the train to go to all-state honor choir (I was a 2nd bass, and had scored highest from my school. My voice doesn't really sound good, but my perfect pitch, ability to sight read, transpose keys, etc. but me at a serious advantage). I gave everything that had to do with music up. It was not my thing. Neither was the ridiculously delicious food I was learning to cook, with the opportunity to learn the business of owning a restaurant from the inside out. It was not my thing. I don't even want to talk about the fashion thing. The dude that moved me to NYC and I decided it was better for me to quit my fierce restaurant jobs and gigs around time as the hot new piece of ass in NYC nightlife to assist him. That lead to an old, dear, dear friend from Berkeley/restaurant days working at a magazine to get me to intern for that magazine. Six months later I was hired as Fashion Market Editor, with no experience, no college education, no nothing. Just. Something. I was believed in. I don't know. I guess I've had a lot of daddies. A year later, I'm working with people I idolized when I was a kid and they are asking my opinion about their fashion line; I'm fast on my way to becoming HOT SHIT. It was not my thing. If my dad had been there and forced me not to give up, would I have, every time, for either fear of success or fear of failure? Would my mom still be in the same fucking hopeless threadbare relationship with the same fucking asshole that I still fucking hate (let's not forget his disgusting hairdresser date-raping son)? Would my sister's husband have killed himself ("this is because of you, bitch [bANG]")? Would I have become an HIV+ escort, go-go boy, stripper, and future bareback porn star for the good part of a decade? I'M AN ARTIST GODDAMNIT! Everyone has it. It's what you make of it, right? Just for the record, I think I would have ended up owning a successful chain of old-school pharmacies/ soda counter with treats/variety/gift stores, on the lower end, and on the higher end completely changing the way western medicine looks at prescription drugs and drug companies and their role in our continued/future illnesses, after a stint as a symphony musician/cool cat in a jazz band. At the very least I would have graduated college. I love you Frankie. I am not completely sure why, but I don't think I need to know yet. If this doesn't work out I will still love you. I refuse to begin loving anything that I may regret loving/not love in the future. That is not worth it for me. If we stop being active lovers, know I still love you all the same. Is this what I'm really trying to say? Love is eternal? More...

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Cory Koons is a porn star who's done work for studios including Treasure Island. Click here to see Cory's original blog post... Maybe you have guessed I am head over heels in love currently. My mind is literally exploding with lightning bolt idea after idea. My lover has left town for work for a few weeks, so I will hopefully be able to execute them all in this time. I am returning to my art roots. He is an artist. We will make art together. I have a dream again. And of course, it has made me conflicted about my porn career, which seems like it will be taking off again very shortly. Shocking, right, since I tend to be a total uncompromising (in my morals) bad-ass? I am making love again. I forgot how amazing it is. It's like having sex fucked up on crystal or crack. I guess this is what is conflicting me: My sexuality feels so BRIGHT right now, but it seems like male sexuality is becoming increasingly darker and darker. I do not equate hot sex with worshiping Sarah Palin. I do not think my cum is the seed of Sarah Palin. I guess part of it is that I do not believe in, well, um, ANY organized religion, but why can't my cum be the sweet nectar that unicorns like to lap up? I am aware I have a tattoo of Sarah Palin on my arm, but in my world Sarah Palin is a very dapper gentleman, perhaps a little fey, and he loves bichon frises. Here's a pic of me sucking his big fat dick (as if you had to ask). It curves a bit up, is wider than it is deep, if that makes sense, and every time I choke on it, get it down my throat, tears streaming, throat slime everywhere, he makes these adorable noises like he can't even believe people can deep throat his dick like that. And I'm sweating and gagging and gnawing on it with my molars, he kisses me and sucks the spit and precum out of my mouth and spits it back in mine, and it is so sweet and tender and loving. I think I'm going to paint it. More...

Cory Koons is a porn star who's done work for studios including Treasure Island. Click here to see Cory's original blog post... I had dinner with my ex-boyfriend/best friend/dad tonight. We went to the same place we generally always go... Grand Sichuan, some of the best Chinese in Manhattan, and a few blocks from his apartment. We've been going there for over four years now together, Pony has been going there since he moved to NYC ten years ago... It really is the best. Recently the menus have become leather, bound, and fancy, and the prices have raised. The robotic, super butch bull dyke Chinese waitresses have stayed the same. The restaurant was full of gays tonight. The last table to be sat was by a hot, buff, dark, short, beardy guy, so Pony and I were on it and paying attention. When his bespectacled dinner date showed up ten minutes later, and on the phone, he was not pleased. Pony and I continued to talk and make up stories for every table in the restaurant. Glasses/phone guy caught my glance twice, directly in the eye. BAM, he's been staring at me. OK. Cool. Outside the restaurant Pony and I discuss Hotbeardyguy and Friendonphonewithglasses. I mention Friendonphonewithglasses checked me out. Pony immediately says, "They recognized you." "Really?" I wonder. "Yeah. It happens all the time," from Pone. "No way. I've never noticed people recognize me as Cory." "It happens all the time. I know it. I can tell. I see it." I still don't believe it. I have a zit. Do I want to be famous? If so, why is the "real 'me'" more popular than me? Does he want to be famous? Who wants to be famous? Who wants to be famous more? Be irresponsible. Don't make any money. What is it that makes you tick? Like. I could be in jail for doing nothing, really! I don't think people recognize me. Depending on length of facial hair, length of hair, styling, specifically contact lenses vs. spectacles and baseball cap, I can be many different stories. The tattoos are sort of distinctive. But at the same time, I am always serving up Face. Really though, I think people don't recognize me because I'm not really anything to recognize, but possibly, by a very small group of gay guys, which is more than I ever wanted to be recognized, I think... You know this is like a rough draft of something else that I'm going to write later, right? More...

Cory Koons is a porn star who's done work for studios including Treasure Island. Click here to see Cory's original blog post... San Francisco, CA – June 11, 2010 – Versatile manfuck master KURT WOOD and legendary cockhound CORY KOONS have inked exclusive contracts with Paul Morris's Treasure Island Media, the studio announced today. One-time Playgirl model and porn legend Cory Koons is also set to appear on the T.I.M. websites in the near future. "I've had second thoughts about making porn again," the voracious equal-opportunity bottom admits, "but I want to show the world how I really have sex now. I’m a balls-out rawdog and proud of it!" Which makes Koons a perfect fit for Treasure Island Media. "Cory takes cock like a true master bottom,” pronounced T.I.M. director Max Sohl. “He's a real guy, an incredibly nice and decent guy who just happens to have one of the most beautiful and fuckable asses in the world. I’m delighted to be able to offer up that hungry fuckhole to all of our topmen.” When asked how it felt to sign his life away to porn master Morris, Koons grinned broadly. “I would have signed the contract in blood if he’d asked me to. Who wouldn’t?” Koons makes his Treasure Island Media debut in the 06-16-10 update on TIMFUCK.com. Wood and Koons join Treasure Island Media's growing international roster of master cocksmen and fuckpigs that includes Brad McGuire, Christian, Dawson, Jessy Karson, Jerry Stearns, Damon Dogg, Jesse O'Toole, Keer, and deaf topman Calvin. More...

Cory Koons is a porn star who's done work for studios including Treasure Island. Click here to see Cory's original blog post... Holy Fuck! This wasn't so much a trip as it was a mentality, which I guess makes it a head trip? First off, I will say I roomed wtih Jessy Karson. Brad McGuire was in the room next door. Jerry Stearns had some kind words to share with me after we met, the whole studio has been talking about what happened when we met. Treasure Island Exclusives are not randomly selected. It was less like porn and more like sex than anything I have ever done with a video camera and lighting before. And what can I say about the freedom being on vacation affords? What happens when you walk into the Treasure Island Media/Naked Sword party at TRUCK you were supposed to be at, thirty minutes, and this immediately happens: "you know, after our scene was finished, I wanted to fuck you so bad... I went to your door but I heard voices and didn't want to bother you." [ed. note: the voice was Jessy Karson, who would not have minded being interrupted, as he would have been happy to share me] your wish is granted. no lube, no nothing. just suck it till it's hard and wet and stick it in. simple. Sage Daniels is a dream and my biggest regret that weekend is that he only came inside me once. I would happily be in his crotch for very, very long time. And don't we look related? Brad McGuire is a dreamotherfuckingboat. The first time (and every time thereafter) he put my head in his armpit, my knees went a little weak and I let out a low lecherous animal growl. I'm pretty I sure I saw him chuckle a bit (and every time thereafter). I am helpless. The iciest, most piercing blue eyes. Wolfy. I like my new family. And, yeah, the huge poster behind us is Dawson and a puppy. More...