LetsPOZBreed

I tend to not want to cum until after my top (especially in a group/bathhouse/sex club). If I can't control, it though, I'd prefer to have my top stay inside me while I cum as my hole doesn't contract as much in that situation; my top can resume once I'm done and it's not an issue. The minute he pulls out though, that's it.

I can feel it sometimes. There's really no one reason why sometimes you can/can't. Also, feeling it can range to just feeling the warm sensation of fluid at the tip of a top's cock to the full-on pulsating (which is actually quite rare). Much depends on your top's fucking style and ejaculate volume. When I top, I usually fuck until right up to the moment of the first shot when I go all the way in, stop, and shoot. I always get told that I can be felt when I do that - the only motion at that point is just my full shaft and head emptying itself out. Most tops, though, keep pounding when they are cumming, so at most, you can feel the strokes get really warm at the same time of increased vocalising.

So, I was caught in the act. My hotel neighbour was out on his balcony having a simple phone call and he glanced over to watch me getting plowed in numerous positions before having my top guy blast inside me. Certainly not what he expected when he stepped outside. I admit, I was slightly embarrassed at the fact that I left the curtain open, unaware that anyone could have been watching. When he saw my shocked face once I went to the door afterwards, I wasn't quite sure what to make of it. Instead, he grabbed his bulge and gave me a quick wink. Standing there in my grey boxer-briefs, I nodded back. He disappeared back in his room, and I could only hope he was going to make his way over. I heard a knock on my door a minute later, and let him in. I still looked very sheepish, as if I had done such a bad thing by putting myself in a position to be watched. Gladly, it didn't seem to bother him one bit. The door shut behind him, and I was immediately ordered on my knees. I unsnapped his trousers to find a sizeable bulge wrapped in tight white briefs. I was instantly turned on - I failed to mention that my neighbour was a dark-skinned black guy and the contrast of the white against his dark skin was more than enough to whet my appetite. I barely pulled his jeans over his front protrusion, and he grabbed the back of my head and pushed me onto his bulge. "Sniff it boy." My mouth right up against it and I took a waft of cock and started licking the outline of his ball sack. I started working my way onto his shaft and followed the leftward tilt of his protrusion before being yanked back front-and-centre. "Not yet. I'll tell you when." I kept my place, opening my mouth a bit to take a mouthful of cotton-wrapped testicles in, licking all around. A couple minutes in, he asked if I wanted it. I replied back "Yes, sir!" and he moved my head over to the side and pulled his hangers out. I took the left one into my mouth and worked it for a bit, hearing his gentle moans; then moved over to the right one to repeat. I then licked the base of his shaft, my mouth practically begging for the taste of his cock. He tugged his waistband upwards just enough to where the rest of it fell out in front of me - all 9 inches of it, cut and thick. I worked my mouth up the shaft to the head and engulfed the tip inside my lips. A cock this big was going to take some practice, but I was fully prepared for it. A deep breath, and then I went down as far as I possibly could. I couldn't make it all the way down, but maybe about 7 or 8 inches of it, where my ears were greeted with a big sigh of pleasure. I did my usual oral magic on it; started out relatively slow and working my way more intensely. Every few minutes, going all the way down on it (or as much as I could) and holding position. Soon, it was more than he could bear. "Now it's my turn slut boy" Having seen my previous encounter, he knew what I liked and how. He flipped me over onto the bed and noticed the bottle of brand new poppers. Grabbing them, he twisted the cap open and held to my right nostril. "Til the count of 10. One, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9.....9 1/2....10" I heard him spit into his hand, which he used to rub against my already jizzed hole. Then the left nostril, where he counted slightly slower. "One, 2, 3....4.....5.....6....7, 8, 9........Ten" My brain was swirling. This is a brand new bottle, so they were still quite strong. He then took a deep hit of his own and pushed his way in. It felt absolutely massive! At least 2 inches longer than my previous guy and a bit thicker. I could feel him opening me up even more, pushing the wad of cream already there deeper inside. I can tell when he felt it too, as his moaning got louder as his dick sunk deeper in. Thank god for those poppers, though. His cock was so big that my moans and grunts were quite loud. He grabbed my shoulder and kept my upper body pressed against the bed while he worked my upturned ass. He fucked quite aggressively and with purpose; owning my hole the entire time. "Take that big dick, slut. Let me breed that cunt." I couldn't control my noises while he pounded away. The pillows didn't dampen it much. He just kept laying it in me, grunting and talking dirty to me for the next 10 minutes. At a certain point, I felt the head get more plump and rigid. He was ready to spray. "Take my cum bitch! You want it?" "PLEASE, sir. Cum inside me!" "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, FUUUCK!" I felt a really warm sensation deep inside me as I heard some of the loudest orgasmic grunts in my life. All nine inches pulsing, dumping a second load in my already wet cunt. At least seven strong squirts before somewhat subsiding, he kept it in for another minute and I could feel the minor spurts every 5 seconds or so. He didn't take it out until I milked every last drop. After he did, I felt a strong slap on my ass-check and could hear him pull up his jeans and button up. Without words, he left while I still lay face down on the bed in total ecstasy. It was easily five minutes before I could stand back up. Once I did, my legs were practically like jelly. I'd barely been there three hours and had some of the most intense sex of my life. It had only just now gotten dark outside. I made my way over to the shower wondering if I should go out that night to try and get more dick; but a part of me didn't think I could beat the experience of the last two guys who came over. After a little bit of time, I threw on a tanktop, jockstrap, and jeans and made my way down the street. I figure I'll have a couple of drinks first and decide from there. If this is how the first day went, I couldn't have imagined how the rest of it would go... **to be continued**

Hey guys. Wondering if anyone's tried this. I've been curious for some time of what it would be like to watch myself getting fucked and loaded. I'm considering getting a Go Pro with headstrap for my tops to wear while plowing me. Anyone done something like this before? How'd you like it?

Back in 2015, I took my first trip to Berlin for Folsom weekend. This had to be the most sexually liberating experience of my life, by far! I knew I had to experience it a second time, but only after taking a year off; I didn't want to overdo it, after all. Skipping 2016, I decided to spend the next year getting myself into a little better shape and slimming down. Maybe the second time around would be better than the first. When the time came around, I booked my ticket for Folsom 2017 and anxiously waited for the weekend to arrive. As the time got closer and closer, though, I began to get nervous. I had such a wonderful time two years prior, and suddenly I was doubting if the next time would live up to expectations. I tried as best as I could to clear my head beforehand and go in without any lingering memories of my previous experience. Day one didn't disappoint. This time round, I checked into the Axel Hotel in Schoneberg, so that I could be right next to the action. After checking in, I popped over to the nearest sex shop to make sure I had enough goodies to last at least the first couple of days. A fresh bottle of poppers and a couple pocket-sized bottles of lube later, and I went back to my hotel room to relax before the evening. Obviously, the apps were the first place to look. Being in the heart of the action, there was plenty around. Many guys started to arrive that day (I got there on a Wednesday) so I was catching them fresh off the plane and ready to fuck. Not soon after firing up Scruff did I get a message from a guy in the hotel wanting to pop over. Nice-looking silverfox, vers. top, and smooth body. He came up and we played around a bit. When it got down to the nitty-gritty, he laid face-up on the bed begging for my cock...so much for him being a vers-top! Knowing I wanted to go around for some action later, I really tried to control my balls while fucking him. I'm not much of a rough top, but I also don't go so slowly that the bottom gets bored. I did, however, stop myself around 4 times over the next 15 minutes or so; my ass is not very welcoming once my nuts empty. I don't think my guy minded, as he blasted off a decent load after I stopped short of cumming for the last time. Being a cum-hungry slut, I pulled out and licked his load off of his chest. My intent was to fuck him more, but he didn't seem to be interested in bottoming anymore once he shot off. His cum tasted great, though! He towelled off, and headed back to his room. My inaugural load of the weekend still resting inside my own prostate for later... Checking my phone after he left, I found another Scruff message from a local guy this time. Folsom seems to be the weekend that the locals skip town, but this guy hit me up clearly wanting to experience an out-of-towner. About my age, slightly shorter, and very fit, he said he was heading for a run after work and wanted to stop by my room afterwards to release his tension. He then sent me a picture of a thick uncut cock - about 7.5 inches - and told me that there's only one place it wanted to be. I said that I'd be ready and waiting for it once he was ready. Fast forward around 45 minutes, and my sexy German man showed up. He was honestly one of the best kissers I've had in my life! Starting slow and passionately, we worked our way up to his aggressively positioning me into submission. He didn't wait for me to kneel down to worship his cock; he laid me down at the end of the bed and fed it to me. This guy knew exactly what he wanted, and he wasn't leaving until he got it. I must have sucked his dick for at least 15 minutes, alternating between my own motion where he just stood back and let me take control, and him feeding me and taking charge. All the while, he reached down my backside and gently fingered my hole. Soon enough, he grabbed my shoulders and directed me to turn the other way on the bed. Arching my back, i let him rim my ass. I can't stress this enough: I...LOVE...getting rimmed!!! The feeling of a wet tongue lathering my waiting hole makes me moan in ecstasy and practically beg to get fucked. I grabbed the lube and put it down toward the middle of the bed. When I saw my guy reach for it, I mentally started preparing myself for taking his thick member in my tight hole. Because he was a bit thick, it didn't exactly go in easy. Thankfully, though, he was patient and knew how to work it in. He started out by having me stand up and bend over with legs spread; being a tall guy (6'2") this is usually only plausible with another guy my height. He made it work, though, as he spread my legs wide enough to get at the right height. Starting slow, he worked his way in until I had all 7.5 inches inside. Taking one or two slow strokes hearing me moan in pleasure. Then, it began: he started pounding away with conviction! I was grunting like crazy! This had to have turned on my German top guy even more, as he seemed to keep fucking me with more enthusiasm the more noise I made. After a bit, he put my face up on the bed, eased his way in again, and started pumping away again. This happened in at least 4 different positions over the next half-hour. Finally.... "I'm gonna cum! You want it?" "Fuck yeah! Cum inside me!" I then felt a hard stroke all the way inside me and then about seven big blasts of man-milk dumping inside me. I absolutely love it when a guy stops fucking with his full dick inside me and just blasts. It means that every inch is against the walls of my ass just ready to feel every last bit of skin pulsing as each volley erupts out of his balls and empties into my willing cunt. After the squirting subsided, we stayed in position as we let out the last of our moans and grunts. My top man collapses onto my back, and we finish with a long hot snog. Turning me over, he wanted to jerk me to completion, but I wasn't close. We catch our breath, and he then tells me to save my cum for later, as he encouraged me to go out and slut it up that evening. He left and said on his way out that I should hit him up over the weekend if I wanted a repeat (I did, but that'll cum later). After he left, I noticed something that made my heart skip a beat... I left the curtains open. Even though this was the sixth floor, I didn't realise that the balcony of the adjacent room was in full view of my bed. I walked over to the sliding door to notice my hotel-neighbour out there giving me a wink as he grabbed his crotch. He saw and heard the whole thing, and apparently liked what he saw! I nodded over, and soon enough, it was time for round 2... **to be continued**

Over time, I've come to enjoy totally anonymous sex. No strings, no (or very little) talking, just straight to the point - pump-and-dump, fuck-and-go, whatever you want to call it. That being said, I'm not usually into being dominated. It really takes a lot for me to not start to shut down at being ordered around; in the right moment, though, anything is possible... I had just come back to London after two weeks state-side visiting family. Lately, it seems that the immediate week after that is when I tend to get hit up the most; I guess it just seems that I'm fresh meat again. No argument here! One night after work, I just wanted to see if I could get a quick load to help get over jet-lag and release some pent up energy. I posted a Quick Connect ad on bbrt, stating that I just wanted a quick anon fuck. About half an hour later, I get a message from a hot guy nearby that was as straight to the point as I could have asked for; subject like was just "Will you.." with the message body finishing up with "lay face up on your bed and let me fuck and fill you?" Without hesitation, I simply responded with "Yes! When cane you come by?" I gave him my address and he said that he'd be over in about 20 minutes. In the meantime, I got out my dildo and put it inside me to make sure I was open and ready for him when he dropped by. He arrived at my building right on time. I buzzed him up, and he let himself in to find me right where he asked me; face up on the bed, legs in the air, ready for him. This is probably the first time I've had a guy come over for anon sex where he requested that I face him (instead of being ass-up and blindfolded). He stripped on the side of the bed, where he saw the dildo on the side of me; he asked me, you've been loosening your hole for me boy? I said "yes, sir" as he was now totally naked and made his way on top of me. He was hard the instant he walked in, as he was there for one reason and one reason only: to blast his seed in a willing hole. We both took a hit of my brand new bottle of poppers and he slowly worked his way in. I grabbed a hold of his hips to guide him in. Once in, he spit right on my face and started slowly pumping. This guy was going to fuck me like a little faggot and wanted me to feel worthless while doing so. Ordinarily, this isn't my thing, but for some reason I just felt the urge to go with it. As he started thrusting in me, he said "get your hands off of me, boy!" and i pulled my hands off his hips and grabbed my legs instead - making sure I was just in the position he wanted. He kept going, slowly picking up pace and it felt amazing. I was moaning in pleasure and then he said "shut it boy; stop making noise!". He kept going for a bit more. Now I was totally quiet with my legs in the air just letting him do what he wanted. After a bit, I wanted another poppers hit, and I asked him "Can I have another hit of poppers, sir?". He agreed, and I took another big hit. After that, he pumped a few more thrusts and without warning, I felt his cock twitching inside me and he said "Feel it boy? . Feel that poz seed emptying into your guts?" I nodded yes (as I was told to keep quiet), and just let him empty shot after shot of his dirty seed in my waiting hole. After it was done, I said "thank you, sir" and he simply just got dressed and left. I was totally used. This guy came over only to bust his nut in a hole, and he did; he didn't need anything else. I see him online again every once in a while, but I'm a bit nervous to approach him; he's the one that likes to order me around, and I feel he'd think it out of place if I asked if he wanted to come dump in me again. Maybe one day, I'll work up the nerve to go for it; hopefully, he'll accept and use me again. Hopefully...

Thanks guys. Glad you enjoyed. I still have nights where I jerk off to this memory. Figured I'd share it with you all. ?

Once I was on my journey of being a total bareback slut, after the hot experience from the previous story, I felt the need to continue to explore my inner sexual desires. It wasn't long before a message on Adam4Adam gave me my next big idea. A guy in his mid-20s messaged me asking if I would be up for letting him fuck me. There was one catch: he'd only do it if I blindfolded myself. I'd never done this sort of thing before, even though I've heard of it plenty of times. I didn't have a proper blindfold at home, but knew I had a bandana somewhere, so I said "sure" and invited him over. His instructions to me were very specific. He'd message me when he parked at my apartment complex so I could get in position. Have porn playing on the television, and be waiting ass-up for him. I followed my orders like the newfound sub I'd become. ? I heard the front door open and shut, and he made his way over to me and I could hear the sounds of him undressing. It was wintertime, so when he rubbed his hand on my bare butt, I could feel a good chill. His profile didn't say if he preferred bareback or safe, but I'd find out when he got to my place. I purposely didn't put any condoms out in the hope he'd fuck me raw; hopefully he didn't bring one either. He knelt down in front of me, and I started to work on his cock. I couldn't see it, but it felt like a nice size - seven inches maybe and cut with a nice bell-end head at the tip. I used my hands to feel around his nude boy and felt that this was definitely the body of a young twink. Fine by me! Keeping my eyes covered, I worked his rock hard dick for a while before moving to his balls. I wasn't sure how much he'd let me do, as I know these situations tend to be more suck and fuck only. I figured if I tried something off-limits he'd get me to stop right away. Thankfully that didn't happen. He even let me rim him for a little bit as well! After a bit, he whispered in my ear for me to turn around and face away from him. He was ready to fuck. At this point, I had a really nervous feeling as I didn't quite know what to expect. He put his cock right up against my hole and just rubbed in the crack for a bit. I could feel that it was uncovered; this young boy was about to bareback me! I could hear and feel him spitting downwards, and soon enough, he was working his natural lube all over his cock and my waiting receptor. He didn't go in easy at first, but at some point, we reset and he let my hole guide him in. Once there, I held his cock in me for a little bit and then let him start working me. This guy wasn't much of a dirty talker, and instead it was just the sound of his moaning and grunting. He kept at it with a mid-speed pace and it felt great; I just let him keep at it and let the noises come naturally out of me. About ten minutes in, I could hear a slight change in the tone of his grunts. Figuring I knew what that meant, I blurted out "yeah, you about to cum?" He then kept going "yeah.....yeah", followed by a few forceful thrusts that had the distinct feeling of warm fluid. He was blasting his young seed inside me. After he was done he pulled out and got dressed. I heard the door shut as he left, and it took everything I had not to sneak to the bedroom window to try and get a quick glimpse of him as he made his way to his car. About 20 minutes after he left, he sent a message saying "Thanks pig. You should let me do that again sometime." I told him to let me know next time he wanted to dump a load again and I'll make myself available to him. One burning question remained (in my head at least): his profile didn't mention his status - and neither did mine. I finished off my response with "not that it matters, but are you poz or neg?" His response: whichever one you think I am. ? He came by a couple more times, giving me a few more loads of his jizz. Every time, I imagined that I was getting pozzed by some innocent-looking young guy who wanted nothing more than to drop his babies in a willing hole. By the second time, I made sure I got a proper blindfold. I've used it plenty of times since, as I've discovered just how much hotter sex can be with your sense of sight deprived. It's fine tuned my sense of hearing - the sounds of a guys voice as he gets ever closer to emptying his pent-up energy inside of me. This first experience was only the beginning. There'd be lots more to come....

I figure after a couple of initial stories, I'd give you fine fellas the one you all came here for... I've never really considered myself a "chaser". I got fucked bareback for the first time when I was around 20, but I didn't actively seek it out. A guy I'd met at the local gay bar that evening took me back to his place and just stuck it in unwrapped. I wanted to say stop, but I just couldn't say no. From there on, I was hooked; although, I tried not to do it too often. Fast forward a few years and I turned into a total bareback slut. I found out that I really hated bottoming for a guy wearing a condom as it felt too uncomfortable. There was only one way to do it: skin-on-skin raw. From there on, it was only a matter of time. A few years (and a new city) later, I was logged on to bbrt and a guy visiting my city gave me a quick "Oink". I checked out his profile to find a good looking guy; not mucular, but not out of shape, who had a nice looking cock with a very pronounced vein on the top that started bulging under his skin right under the head. Checking the rest of his profile, I liked what I saw and then got to the bottom corner: My Status - Positive. I was super nervous, but intrigued at the same time. I replied back saying that I liked what I saw and unlocked my photos in return. We agreed that I'd meet him at his hotel room for an afternoon fuck. I arrived at his hotel with my heart practically beating out of my chest. I'd been fucked bareback countless times before that, but this was the first time I was going to get fucked by a guy I knew was poz at the outset. I wasn't sure if I'd go through with it, but a deal is a deal and I wasn't going to stand him up. He let me in, and we made out a bit - making our way over to the bed. We weren't exactly in a rush, and took our time; loads of kissing and slowly stripping of piece by piece. After a bit, I slipped off his boxer-briefs to reveal his rock hard veiny member. It wasn't that large - maybe around six and a half - but had a pronounced curvature to the right. It was quite beautiful, and I just had to get my mouth around it for a while. As usual, I took my time and let my top dictate when he was ready to move on. He let me go for a good bit, moaning in ecstasy the whole time; must have been about 15-20 minutes of it with me alternating between fast and slow. In the back of my mind, I started to wonder if he knew I was neg. It wasn't actually stated on my profile, as I simply put "ask me" as my status; needless to say, he didn't ask. He soon stopped my bobbing on his throbbing cock, and came around the back of me to give me a good rimming. Ever since the first time I had a guy do that, I found that a good rim job practically makes me beg for cock! Similar to how I prefer oral, I let my top just keep going rimming my hole until he's ready to stop - knowing that he's prepped my hole good and well for what comes next. He could tell that he was doing a good job as I kept moaning pleasurably and kept arching my back and ass into his face wanting him to bury his tongue deeper inside me. Soon enough, he rose up, spit on his hand and gently carressed my hole while he wiped his spit on his cock - no lube; this was going to be interesting. The moment of truth was here. He pushed his cock into me gently, and I slowly let him inside. A million thoughts were now going into my head. His cock felt good; his motion was accomodating (not too fast or slow); however, my nerves were getting to me. My top could sense that I wasn't fully relaxed, and offered to stop for a bit. After a short break, we started again; this time feeling a little more at ease. He kept pumping into me for a bit, lasting around 10 minutes or so, before he could tell that I was tensing up again. Fuck - why was I just not letting this happen! He slowly jerked his cock and said that he wasn't going to last much longer. That seemed to be all that needed to be said. At that point, something inside me snapped into place, and I asked him to go back inside me. He pushed slowly back in, and started working me again; beginning very slow and slowly picking up the pace. All of a sudden, I was far more relaxed than before; my top now noticing me fully release myself to his pleasure. He never said this out loud, but a small part of me got an inkling that he knew he was about to dump his poz load into a neg ass. Working his pace up a bit more, I could hear his sounds starting to change; the kind all tops make as their breaths shorten due to their bodies getting more tense in anticipation of release. I knew what I was about to get. My moans turned into "yeahs" and "fuck yeahs" and he started pumping harder. Next thing I know, he pushed all the way in, and let go. We looked deep into each others eyes as he grunted with every shot being emptied inside me. I reached forward and grabbed the small of his back to make sure he didn't slip out. I'd just (knowingly) taken my first load of poz cum. I suddenly felt free. My top could sense my relief - even though he never vocalised it. He stayed inside me until he softened up and fell out. I then reached forward and felt my wet hole; bringin my fingers forward, I saw a bit of white goo with a slight pink tint to it. That must have happened when I tensed up due to nerves. Whatever the case, I then discovered my affinity for the forbidden fruits of my sexual labour. We parted ways shortly after. He came back through town a few times afterwards, and we always made time to meet up for a repeat. To this day, I get the feeling that he knew he was likely the one that may have converted me. He made me into the bottom slut I've become, and I'll be forever grateful...

It's about quality rather than quality. If it lasts only 3 minutes, but it was a fantastic 3 minutes, then fine by me. I hate guys who mistake "passionate" as doing everything very slow and gentle to where I lose interest. The point is to make me beg for your cock, like the slut that I am. Not imagine myself waiting for it to be over.

After a great night's sleep, I figured I'd spend the bulk of my last full day in town to do all the touristy stuff. Having quite the evening the previous night, it felt nice to take a break from constantly being bent over and stuffed full. Berlin is a great city, and I wanted to take it all in - no puns intended. After taking the day to relax, I thought I'd try my luck at getting one last good fuck of the weekend to cap it all off. Based on what was happening on the apps, I wasn't alone! Every bottom boy frustrated by taking far more cocks than loads was looking for their last hurrah. I had a few prospects, but they turned out to be flaky or too far away to be practicable. I nearly gave up when I got an alert from my phone about a new Planet Romeo message. I checked out the profile to find a stunning German blond-haired, blue-eyed hunk starring in the photos. Probably the first "local" that messaged me all week. Coming from a touristy city already (New Orleans), it's a well known fact that the locals leave town during big festival weekends and only return once the madness dies down. This guy was no different. His profile was very direct - one thing I love about German men. It mentioned the "orange" of the hanky code - basically anything goes - and had a trove of pics of all sorts. He was upfront, however, and said that this particular evening he really was just looking for a good old fashioned fuck. Fine by me! He gave me his address and I made the short walk over. What I didn't realise was that this short walk took me right through the heart of a well-known block of female prostitutes. I was polite, but clearly went on my way. I found my way to his building and he buzzed me in. Leaving my shoes at the door, we settled inside and immediately started passionately kissing. He was totally nude when I arrived, but I was in my tank-top and jeans; the jeans quickly slipped off revealing my brand new black briefs matching my top. His cock was rock hard, and I did what any boy would do and dropped straight to my knees to service it. It was a very nice size; maybe around 8 inches or so, average thickness, and obviously uncut. This wasn't the night to be slutty, so I treated it like it was a normal get together with a well-known fuckbuddy. This turned out to be a natural thought as he very closely resembled a guy I knew back in London that I'd always fantasised about but never hooked up with. My mind just imagining my London buddy being the one on the receiving end. After a while, I stood up for another good snog, and he returned the favour and worked my cut cock as well. After a good bit of passionate foreplay, he led me to his bedroom where the fun continued. I gently dropped back first onto his mattress with him falling on top of me as we continued making out. We went for a second round of mutual oral before he reached for his bottle of lube situated right by the bed. He put just enough on his erect tool and also on my hole to get it ready. After all of the dick I'd taken in the previous day, I was nervous that he'd fall in TOO easy, but to my satisfaction it was a perfect fit. I guided his hips forward to ease him inside and we started fucking. This was very intense. Not too fast, not too slow, just a nice rhythm changing pace as need be. No words were spoken, we just let our natural man-sounds guide our way. I was in bottom heaven! This is exactly the kind of fuck I was hoping to cap my week off with. I laid back and let my hunky German top just do whatever he wanted in whatever way he wanted while I just took it and responded with the pleasurable moaning that only comes forth naturally with a good deep down dicking. He went on for at least 20 or so minutes when the moment finally came: "I'm getting close boy" As good as the fucking was, I was extremely turned on at the anticipation of how awesome the finish would feel. I reflexively exclaimed out "fuck yeah, give it to me" in response. "Beg for it! Tell me you want it in that slut hole!" After a whole session of no words, this is the part where our true piggy selves came out, and I started begging and pleading for his cum. "Yeah man, breed my slut hole! I want your cum so bad." He ordered me to start pinching his nipples and continue begging. After another minute, his face contorted into that face we bottom sluts know all too well - the "O" face. I continued begging until I could feel that hot warm goodness build up as it unleashed in my hole. Both of us grunting in ecstasy as my stud emptied his built up seed deep inside me. To my surprise - and pleasure - he didn't rush to pull out afterwards and went back to snogging me while still inside of me. He shot his wad, now he wanted me to shoot mine! We kissed more, which I started working my cock. Getting it to full attention, I started working it a little more fiercely and let out my pre-ejaculative moans. He went down to my cock and engulfed the head right as I started squirting - emptying 2 days of seed into his willing mouth. I must have let out at least 10-15 squirts, not including a couple of aftershocks. He came back up to my face with a grin, and I knew what he was about to do. He kissed me open mouth with my wad still inside - a snowball in September. A fitting and intense end to what was at that point the sluttiest weekend of my life. We hung around continuing to kiss more until we both caught our breath. A quick chat afterwards, and I got dressed again and made my way back to my hotel. I told him if I was ever in the area again, that I'd look him up for a repeat. I arrived back at my hotel and had another good nights sleep with an ass full of jizz for the second night in a row. The next day was the journey back home. I didn't know what to expect when this wild weekend started, but I don't regret it one bit. I knew one day I'd return for another weekend of debauchery, but I wanted to give it some time so that it didn't feel so routine. I planned on skipping Folsom the following year and returning the year after to see if the experience would be any different and sluttier. Until we meet again...Danke Shoen, Berlin!

I had a quick currywurst after my eventful morning, still feeling the creamy gooeyness of my morning exploit. Finally, my first load of the long weekend! Now it was time to get ready for the evening's main event: the Biohazard Group Sex Party. After a quick shower, I made my way down to Schoneberg that afternoon and popped into the local sex shop to see if there was any hot new gear that I could get to show off that night. I obviously picked up a bottle of lube - no self-respecting bottom goes without it - and a snug new black jockstrap. I also found a selection of t-shirts with various words on them that were apparently intended to convey just what kind of slut you were; there were some for "Pitcher" (top), "Dominant", etc. - I picked up the two that I felt described me the most: "Catcher" and "Toxic". I was, after all, headed to a bareback sex party that evening. I could see a small smirk from the guy behind the till once he glimsped the words on my t-shirts - hopefully I'd see him later on and he could experience it for sure. The rest of the afternoon was fairly uneventful. I tried to find another load or two before the evening, but to no avail. It honestly wasn't very surprising considering most guys wanted to save their cum for whatever action was abound for the evening. At around 7 p.m., I relaxed into bed with my vibrator and made sure that there was no issue with being too tight for the evening. Finally, after some time, the event I was waiting all weekend for came around. I put on that brand new black jockstrap along with the "Toxic" shirt; everyone at that party knows what they were getting into, so this is no place for apologies. I grabbed a light jacket to put over it, as it was a bit chilly that evening, and made the short walk to the club hosting the party. There was a LONG queue outside which gave me a good idea of the caliber of men to expect inside. It was quite a range of types, which I like - I find many types of men sexy. One by one, we're all let inside and handed a bag to put any clothing to check in; unlike the previous evening, you had the option to remain somewhat clothed in case you were wearing any fetish gear. I undressed down to the jockstrap and descriptive t-shirt, checked in the bag, and headed down the stairs not fully knowing what exactly was awaiting me. Although I got there fairly early, there were quite a few men already there having sex once I stepped through the main dungeon doors. I made a slow walk-through of the whole club, checking out the men. Afterwards, I got a drink at the bar and found an empty corner to relax and clear my head before trying for dick. I kept my eyes peeled on any guys walking by; after the last bit of my lager, I felt a strong hand brush up against my side. To my pleasure, it was my hot stud from the morning joining the party! We greeted each other with a hot snog, and I let him fondle all over me as we started to attract some attention. This turned the both of us on even more, and I whispered in his ear "let's give them a show" and then dropped to my knees to begin sucking his cock again. A few of our spectators then moved closer, which let to a small group circling around me with cocks out just begging for attention. I made my way from member to member until the point where my morning buddy got behind me and raised my hips. It was time to start fucking. One of the older guys in the group, then offered me a hit of his poppers and I took a good hit. Slowly I felt the same thick cock glide inside me once again, and I let out a sound of ecstasy. I was guided over to where I was leaning against the wall, bent slightly over with ass out for all takers. Over what seemed like an hour, at least 5 guys kept taking turns stuffing my insides with meaty uncut cock. Each time one seemed to get too close to the edge, they'd stop and let another guy in. I knew no one wanted to blast their seed too early, but each time it made me crave their cum more and more. After a bit, it was breaktime, the group around me disbanded, and I went to the bar for another drink and sat down to relax. After finishing, I made my way around the club again when I caught the eye of a beefy Spaniard who intercepted my path. We started making out and playing and then we were joined by the hot daddy with poppers from the earlier group. The daddy stood in front of me to suck his cock which he fed me a good hit of his little brown bottle for the hot Spanish guy to have his turn. This guy was quite the fucker, too! His cock wasn't too huge, but what he had could work me quite well. He said something to me in Spanish after a bit - which he could tell I didn't understand so he repeated in English: "you should let my husband in that hot ass of yours!". I then saw what he was talking about: A hot blond muscle man with a thick 9 inches standing at attention. This guy really went for it inside me. I love it when a top fucks me so good that I'm practically screaming with pleasure. He went for a bit and then my popper daddy took another turn. Shortly after, one of them noticed that the sling freed up and then led me over and strapped me in. This led to a constant tag team by the three where I'm now so horny for jizz I can't stand it anymore. My stocky Spanish guy then took the reins again, gave me a short nod, and I grabbed on for dear life knowing that this was the moment I was waiting for. A few more pumps and I could feel the pulsing of his six and a half inches while he groaned above me. Once done, he slipped out and let poppers daddy back in - and just in time, too! Another hot series of grunts and that warm sticky feeling of a man unleashing his pent-up energy all over my guts. He took a little while after shooting before his cock was also spent, and he eased out as well. Now the hot blond muscle man was ready as well. He had the biggest cock of them all, and pushed the two poz cumloads deeper. This guy was really wanting to let me know who's boss and started to get verbal as he reinserted himself inside. "Yeah boy, you love that poz cum, don't ya?" "Fuck yes, sir. Give me that dirty seed!" "Beg for it boy! I won't shoot until I'm satisfied you want it." "Please sir. PLEASE! Give me that hot poz cum!" We contined back and forth for aabout another minute of verbal poz talk and then he knew just how badly I wanted it; just how badly I needed it; just how badly I DESERVED it! He then let out one of the loudest grunts I've heard all weekend and all nine inches of cock blasted a coating of milky man butter inside me. Cum so fresh from the balls that you can feel the warmth of it as each rope volleys against the walls of your insides. My three hot tops then caught their breath elsewhere, leaving me in the sling like a worthless cum-dump; just what I wanted. By this point in the night, the crowd of the party started to thin out. I stuck around for a little while longer and took a few more cocks, but no more loads. This is by far the best experience I've had at a sex club to that point. At around 5 in the morning, I figured I had as much as I could, so I got my clothes and got dressed. I had the best night sleep that night after receiving around 4 of the biggest loads I've ever felt. Only one more night left of the weekend, and I was wondering how I was going to cap it off. Hopefully I could get one more good load to give this weekend the finish it deserved... **to be continued**

Let's be honest, I love topping. I love the feeling of empyting my built up wad inside a tight willing hole. But my ass tends to get jealous when everyone else around me gets a bit of action. Like a picket fence, the walls of my hole have a need to be constantly white-washed with a good creamy coat. After an eventful first day in Berlin and blasting my seed in a bottom boy, my hope was that luck would be on my side on day 2 and that I'll get a good pounding and breeding of my own - or at least more than one. When I awoke from my previous evening's excursion, I signed online to check the apps/websites for anyone looking for the early-bird special ?. It didn't take long for some interest to be feigned. A handsome Germany guy who was staying in a hotel a few streets over invited me by for some hot action. He showed me some pictures of a nice furry chest and a decent sized uncut tool to boot. I freshened up quick and made my way over. I arrived at his hotel room to find him totally naked and ready for action. He let me in and we went for a good snog; before I knew it, I dropped straight to my knees to give his man meat a good oral massage to prepare it for what I've been waiting for. A little bit about me and oral sex: I LOVE getting fucked, but i'm not one of those bottoms who bobs up and down on a cock for barely 30 seconds before turning around and begging to get fucked. That, to me, reeks of desperation and is bit of a turn-off. I get super turned on by hearing a guy's soft moans, as he experiences the warmth of my tongue on his member. Like any other time I've worked my mouth magic on a top guy, I suck as long as he'll let me. I'll let him direct me when HE is ready. My sexy man let me work my magic for what had to be around 20 minutes, moaning in ecstasy the whole time. Nothing too intense, though, so I could tell that he was nowhere near close to erupting. After that, I felt his gentle caress on my right cheek, and I could tell that meant that he was ready to proceed to to next step. I eased upwards until I was standing in front of him; he turned me around and gently shoved me onto the bed. He then handed me a bottle of poppers, and I took that inaugural hit. No sooner than I let out a post-hit sigh that he gently pushed his way inside of me. There's nothing hotter than the gentle feeling of a thick tool working its way inside of you after you've been craving it for so long. He alternated between a good gentle lover to a hard-pounding stud over what seemed like an hour. Every so often, I'd take another hit of Jungle Juice to keep myself wanting it more and more. For a while it seemed like he's never cum! Finally, out of nowhere, my hairy man gave me 4 strong pumps of his cock and I felt what seemed like the biggest eruption of spooge that I've experienced in my life! The kind that if it were out in the open would spray literally EVERYWHERE! We caught our breath and talked about our plans for the day. Like me, it turns out my cum cannon top was going to be attending that evening's Biohazard party (a big sexy party for supposedly "poz only" men). I left his hotel room saying that I hoped to see him around later at the party. Little did I know then that my new stud would help along one of the biggest reversals of sexual fortune that I've experienced in a while... And it's barely even lunchtime! **to be continued""

Looking very bottom heavy at the moment. Let's see if we can get more tops/vers interested.

Hey guys: I've grown tired of the grind and back and forth of many sites/apps looking for hot action. Would be great if I can get a small group of reliable bareback fuckbuddies where we can just see who's available (even if its more than one of us!) for some play. Chem free, pls (poppers ok). Tend to prefer other poz guys (I'm into hot verbal poz play), but others are welcome if you're into that roleplay as well.

Five years ago, I uprooted my entire life in America for the opportunity of a lifetime: the chance to live and work in London! I met with a fuckbuddy of mine stateside not long after finding out. He was a bit disappointed, as we would no longer be having sex so often, but he mentioned that once I got settled in, I should take a trip to Berlin and really pig out. Specifically, he suggested I turn up during Folsom week and I did just that. Booked my trip that year, and planned on staying around a few days and tour around (as I'd never been there before). I had a plan: spend the first few days taking cock after cock until I couldn't take it anymore and blast my pent up load into some lucky bottom boy on the last day. Good plans, though, never seem to pan out as you'd think though. Leading up to the week of Folsom, I had some hot action with a couple guys in London. Both, as it turned out, lived in Berlin for brief periods of time and gave me the lowdown of what to do and where to go. That turned out to be far more helpful than I could imagine. They were also some hot fucks, too, but I'll save that for a later post. ? Turning up on Thursday afternoon, the Folsom weekend was just getting started. After needing to catch my flight out of London at an obscenely early time of the day, I checked into my hotel near Schoneberg and took a small cat-nap. I awoke to the most torrential rainstorm I'd seen in ages. Thankfully, it didn't last too long. I made my way down to the centre of Schoneberg and started exploring. Popped into a few shops that sold various leather and fetish gear. I had to get myself ready for the weekend that would ensue. Picked up some lube, a harness, a new black jockstrap, and two t-shirts: one that just said "bottom" and a second that said "toxic". I had plans for both >:-) It was a few hours until the evening events started, so I fired up the apps to check out the potential. One guy asked if I was headed to the naked party that night at Lab.oratory. I wasn't aware of that one, and I also had a fear of just being nude. At this time, I wasn't too in-shape, but not too out-of-shape either. I figured to just throw caution to the wind, though, and make my way there, having no expectations. I arrived where I was handed a bag for my things and directed to the changing room where I undressed to everything but my shoes. A hot young attendant then wrote a number on my shoulder in black marker and sent me on my way to enjoy the evening. I really had no idea where to begin. This place was HUGE! And the men kept flowing in, one by one. Many different ages, shapes, and body types. I think that put me a little more at ease. It wasn't long before a younger guy approached me, and started stroking my cock. He was definitely looking to bottom, which I wasn't planning to do so early in the weekend. That didn't stop a bit slut like me though, and we found a spot and ravished each other for a bit. I made it a point to stop short before blasting off, though, as once I shoot my wad it's very difficult and painful for me to bottom right afterwards. We took a breather, and I told him to find me later on; figure if he really wanted my load, he'd find me at the end of the night when I was ready to blast it off. The night continued and soon enough, an older guy came up to me and started chatting me up a bit. We snuck off to a corner, and again started stroking me like the bottom he was. So far, my weekend wasn't going according to plan. I didn't turn him down, though, and gladly fucked him for a while - making sure not to blast off a load too early. Many bottom men abound that night. I continued on for a bit where I was mostly topping. Carried on until I was ready to go, and found my young boy from earlier. We found a small corner, and I resumed working his tight perky hole. I'm sure like most bottoms that evening, he was expecting me to get close and then stop again. He was wrong. I did tease him a bit, though, and stopped stroking once I got close, but left my cock inside. Once coming off the edge, I slowly started again. He moaned in mild pleasure that I didn't just pull out and move on. I kept going, slowly working up the pace until edging again. As before, I thrusted my whole cock inside and stopped until the feeling of bursting subsided. Then I started the slow fucking again. It was at this second go that my bottom boy knew something was different. He started to think he was finally going to have a man go all the way and blast him with the sticky goodness we both knew he wanted so badly. I wasn't going to let him go without a tease and edged myself a third time before backing down. It was then that my boy knew I was going to breed him and started begging. I started slow fuck #4 and worked my way up slower than before. It's at this point that I must say that since I grew up in America, I obviously am circumcised. One benefit of that is that it seems that once my cock gets close to cumming hard, the cock head gets super firm. If you're a bottom, you definitely notice this. My bottom boy could feel after each edging session that my head was feeling more and more plump. Stroking a little more definitively on my fourth round, this was VERY noticeable. I looked him in the eye, gave him a slight nod and whispered "yeah". Even with a language barrier, a bottom knows when this means. I start working myself up more and more and then slammed my whole shaft in and let loose. Each intense spurt emptying inside his ass painting his insides milky white. He exclaimed in passion feeling every last drop of my seed emptying into him. We gave each other a finishing kiss, and I sent him on his way, whispering "now you're lubed up for the next one" as I let him walk off. I went back to the changing room and got dressed. Made the long trek back to the hotel and went to sleep hoping that tomorrow would deliver the action I desperately wanted and deserved. To my excitement, it did.... **to be continued""

For the first entry, I figure I'd tell the story of the most recent hot fuck I've experienced. I must admit, I'm generally very shy about approaching some guys. I went through a period a few years ago of living a largely unhealthy lifestyle; this was reflected in the fact that I probably looked as bad as I felt. I made the decision to drop all the excess weight and get myself back on track, but the shyness around approaching very fit guys still lingers. That being said, though, I really didn't want to let this opportunity slip away because I didn't go for the gusto. What attracted me to his profile (aside from his photos) was that it was very straight-forward and not overly vain for a guy with his stunning good looks. That's always a plus for me; made him seem very approachable. His main pic was of him just standing in front of a mirror wearing some hot light-blue briefs. There's nothing wrong with a totally naked man, but seeing a guy down to just a hot pair of underwear drives me far more wild. Very fit hairless chest, a head of ginger hair, and glasses completed this ensemble. I worked up the nerve to make a shy approach with a cheeky message; to my relief, he responded fairly quickly. Turns out, he didn't live too far away and was interested in having a hot time. He's a total top, which was perfect as I was desperately looking to get out of a recent dry-spell. We exchanged numbers and continued setting up our sex date over WhatsApp. Then he sent me a picture fo what he was packing. It was MASSIVE! His underwear pic hinted that he was no small fella, but I wasn't expecting that. It didn't put me off in the least, and I was anxious to feel every last inch inside of me. We set up a time and agree to meet at his place. I showed up and he let me in. Not only did he match his pics, but they didn't do him justice! He wasn't fully nude, but was wearing some trainers when he greeted me at his door. We retreat to his bedroom and got confortable. Started with some small talk, and then I started to gently rub my hands over his exposed chest. As this was London in winter, my hands were freezing cold since coming in from outside. This didn't bother him in the least, as my cold hands gently stroking his warm chest made for an intense sensation on him (at least according to him). We let the experience move forward from there; leaning in for a kiss, which turned into a romantic and intimate snog for around 15 minutes. I like unrushed kissing play. After a few minutes in, we start to strip off a little more. I slip off his trackies to find a rather colourful pair of briefs wrapped around his goods. As I've said before, a hot pair of underwear turns me on even more! Once we get more comfortable and really into things, I make my way down his chest. I had to stop at each nipple and kiss and gently tug at each one. I love the sound a guy makes when he gets nipple play. I then make my way down his chest further until his hot bulge is staring me in my face. I still hadn't slipped off his briefs, and instead start working on him through the fabric, licking his shaft and sack with nothing but a thin piece of cotton separating his large tool and my willing mouth. After a little bit of teasing, I pull his briefs to the side and give a quick brush to his manhood with the tip of my tongue. It then doesn't take long before we both grab the waistband and remove the only thing separating us. In person, his cock looked even more massive than the picture. I knew it was going to be big. I gently kiss the tip of his head, and then passionately devour my first oral stroke on him. A big turn on for me is hearing that first gentle moan on a guy as my mouth envelops his shaft for the first time. In years of experience, I know that a good blowjob is the key to a good fuck. I don't rush the oral pleasure, nor do I overdo it (after all, there was still more to do!). I go down quite a ways with each stroke and occasionally deep throat as much as I can. For a hung guy, it makes it more pleasurable when you don't insist on going all the way down on every stroke. I pay close attention to his moans as I continue to suck; I ease up if he sounds like he's getting too far down the road, and go down for more once it subsides. As this was my first time having sex with him, I left it up to him to let me know when he was ready to go to the next step. After about 20 minutes, he fondled my cheek, and I moved my way back to his mouth for some more hot snogging - he was ready for the main event. ? We kissed for another bit, and then he whispered in my ear "you ready for me to fuck you?". We all know what I answered. He lubed up my hole and gently fingered it for a bit. When he was ready, he lubed up his cock and knocked on the back door. I was nervous at this point knowing just how much man was about to probe my tight ass. In my experience, there are two types of hung guys: ones that insist on just ramming it in, and the others that know that you sometimes have to work your way in. As for me, my preferred method of bottoming is to let a guy stick his head in, and then let me guide him the rest of the way in. To my pleasure, he was the latter kind. he turned me on my stomach, eased his cockhead in, and let me take it from there. I let out a couple of deep breaths and slowly the rest of his long, thick shaft entered inside me. I was able to work all of him inside me, where he just held it and let me relax around him. He let me take a hit of poppers as well, which made this easier for me. When I was ready, I slowly bucked against his cock and let him start working me. He started slow, letting me moan in pleasure at how fucking awesome his 9 1/2 inches felt as it was massaging my insides. As the minutes went by, he gently picked up the pace. Not too fast, but just enough to make sure I still enjoyed it. Just like I paid attention to his moans, he was paying attention to mine and going a little more harder as my moans intensified. We worked our way up to where he was going full steam-ahead. I was moaning like crazy begging him to keep fucking me at this point; and I could now start to hear his moans growing with pleasure. I've bottomed enough to know what that meant. Soon enough, he started asking me if I wanted his load. A few grunts of "yeah man", and "breed me", and he then thrusted all 9 1/2 inches inside me and I could feel the hot throbs of his muscle as each shot pumped deep inside me. Feeling a guy cumming drives me wild. I start moaning and begging louder when I feel it. After a few squirts, his cock relaxed to the odd spurt of the remainder, which he stayed completely inside me for. Once that subsided, he slowly let his cock go soft until he was able to withdraw from my now satiated hole. We laid back on his pillows and caught our breath as we basked in the intensity of what had transpired. This was some of the hottest sex I've had in months! After we wound down, we got dressed, kissed a bit more and parted ways, hoping we'd do a repeat. I'd love to make him one of my new regular playmates.

A while ago a guy messaged me on BBRT and opened by asking if I was into poz play. While we are both undetectable, our interest was largely the taboo aspect of poz play. I replied I was, but he turned to be a flake and would never actually commit to meeting-up. The idea, though, was definitely a huge turn on. My profile at the time gave a fairly non-descript about my enjoyment of all loads, poz or otherwise, but the more I thought about my exchange with the guy on BBRT, I found myself wanting to explore poz role play, especially the expansion of my naughty side. I figured my main profile wasn't quite going to get at what I was secretly after, so I created a side-profile that got very specific about what interested me. As I had a free profile, though, the number of messages I could send and receive was somewhat limited. And to be pragmatic, my sense was that if a guy couldn't commit to actually playing within a couple of e-mails, it's not likely to happen, so I didn't waste much time with every guy who e-mailed me. Rather I made it a point to be direct, and if the guy waffled, I simply stopped responding and moved on. And let's be honest, BBRT is world-famous for having lots of flakes, so this shouldn't be a surprise. After the first night of responding to the e-mails I received on my new profile, over all it was a bit of a bust. At most I had a few vague prospects, but no one who was clearly ready to commit. I decided, however, to give the profile some time, just to see what comes. The second night I checked after I got home from work, and lo and behold, one prospect from the previous night happened to be nearby and wanted to go for it, and even as we were working out the details of time and place, I received a message from another prospect who opened by asking if I was free to play later that evening. Jackpot! I responded, scheduling the second guy for well after the first guy had left, thinking it was too soon to try small groups. The first guy arrived and to my pleasure he matched his pics (yeah!) and was hard the instant he took his trackies off. I started by giving him a blowjob just to make sure things stay stiff, but before long, he was ready to flip me over and have a go at my ass. The night before we had decided to emphasize verbal play, so we both knew what we were getting into. We both took a hit of poppers, he lubed-up, and entered my tight hole. It had been a few weeks since I was last fucked so I was a bit tighter than I wanted to be, but we got the job done. Once in, he starts with the hot poz talk, asking me if I wanted his poz cock and telling me he was going to knock me up. After around ten minutes of verbal debauchery I could feel a slight warm wetness burst ooze into my ass, and, of course, he grunted with pleasure. I had gotten my hot dirty load, just as I had hoped. After a few minutes to catch our respective breath, he cleaned-up and headed out. I hope I get to play with him again. Meanwhile I checked my mobile and saw that the second guy was good to go, and would arrive in an hour, so I did a quick clean-up, and right on time, he showed-up, walking right into my place, as I had instructed him. For this second guy I planned to blindfold myself to see if sight deprivation enhanced the session. When he walked into the bedroom I was already blindfolded, but called-out that I would remove the blindfold if he preferred. He didn't. Anon we went at it. :-). He approached the bed where I was laying, dressed only in a blue jockstrap. His member was rock hard. Two cut cocks in one night, in the UK. What are the chances? I began by giving him some good head, mixing in some impressive deep-throating. I thought I would just go until he stopped me and was ready to fuck. After a little bit, we poppered-up, he lubed up his cock, and slid in. His entrance was, thanks to the first guy, fairly easy, and when he leaned forward against my back, the verbal poz play began. This guy fucked with a great intensity, and after deep-fucking my hole for ten to fifteen minutes, he asked "You want that poz cum, boy." "Yeah, give me that poz cock," I replied, adding "yeah, breed that ass with your dirty load; charge me up." This led to the most intense grunt I've made as he emptied his balls, flooding my hole with his toxic wad. The intensity of the experience forced us to each catch our breath for a bit, and I honestly think he was somewhat surprised how intense fucking was when the poz aspect was emphasized. I can only hope this guy becomes a semi-regular play mate. Now after two intense poz wads, I'm here typing this up debating on whether or not I should go for a third guy. It's getting a bit late. I have to work in the morning, and as no one else seems a sure-fire prospect, I think I had better save the naughtiness for another night, as I don't want to risk a potential flake. Can't have it all at once, I guess. :-)