rawloadstaken

Full Disclosure ... or close enough thereto

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While I shan't promise to air all of my dirty [dirty, dirty, so very, very dirty] secrets, this hunkering has left me with naught but virtual salaciousness for far too long.

That said, I'll show you mine, as it were, should you choose to slide yours into my inbox, so let your conscience - or lack thereof - be your guide, ask or say whatever you wish, and let me know if you want my answers to be public or private.

To be honest, though, it doesn't even have to be naughty, just ... to be.

Questions? Ideas? Suggestions for books or blogs? Discussions about art history? Favorite movies or musicals? Recipes? Photography?

Let me know what interests you, and I shall, in return, provide a more well-rounded view of what makes me tick.

Yes, I'm an unrepentant slut; however, just like my bisexuality, my social / political / religious views, and my dreams and desires, being a bareback cumdump bottom with an unholy craving for throbbing raw cocks stretching my ass to its limits and flooding my guts with uncountable loads is only part of my personality: each element helps to make me who I am, but no one aspect forms the metaphorical bedrock upon which the core of my being rests.

Long story short, even though being an introvert means that I can be alone without feeling lonely, this does not mean that I do not occasionally crave even the most remote of interactions.

There's a certain measure of irony in finally having a month where my personal time, work schedule, and finances would permit me to spend a couple of afternoons at various ABS locations, set up a hotel breeding party, and visit Hawks for Lights Out three times before May rolls in ... and we're currently - and understandably - under a shelter at home policy, which means that all of the aforementioned options are currently closed to me.

Oh well ... I've needed to reorganize my bedroom and work on my bread recipes for the almost six weeks, so at least I have that going for me.

Please excuse me whilst I fall back upon my fainting couch, my wrist pressed to my forehead, as my melancholy forces me to succumb to the vapors.

Admission:

My local ABS are closing for at least two weeks, the Oregon Theater closed, CumUnion has been canceled, and I've not seen a single Sex Now ad in the last eleven days. That said, I slaked my thirst, and now shall play it safe - as regards the coronavirus, of course, for I shan't use that term to describe my views on condoms - until this pandemic is under better control.

Pros:

Took three loads in the ass, got to swallow two, and was called both handsome and hot whilst cruising.

Cons:

Two individuals were 86'd for... less than appropriate behavior, one had outstanding police trespassing notices, two kept going limp as soon as their glans touched my hole, and one was so high that he crashed backward, slammed into the wall, and started slurring and moaning.

That last one? Yeah ...

All in all, while the sex was enjoyable, I've taken enough risks this go-round, and shall rely instead on a pageant wave for the foreseeable future.

Oh, before I forget, I wanted to let you know that I may never use it on this site, but I do occasionally drop a bit of purple prose into my writing.

#themoreyouknow

This Saturday is FurFuck at Hawks:

1. I don't work Saturday, I'm furry, & I love being fucked
2. I'm neg, on PrEP & don't care about size/status - I want your loads
3. They have day passes & lockers
4. I'll take cock anywhere in the club

Hopefully the hint wasn't too subtle.

Sssssooooo ... yeah.

I've decided to bite the bullet and send in a model application for Stocky Dudes. I may also send one in for Hairy Adult Modeling as one of their clients/affiliates is Bear Films, as there's a possibility I may fit their demographic as well.

That said, I'm still working on my body [down four pounds and 1.5% body fat since last check-in], and assuming [hoping, really] I'm accepted by but not under an exclusivity contract for either of the aforementioned studios, I may well apply for Treasure Island Media once I'm a bit more toned.

Hm.

Out of curiosity, does anyone know of any bareback studios who're looking for someone who is (unfortunately) not in as good a shape as he might wish to be, but is still a voracious enough bottom that he can take cock with the best of 'em?

Yeah, holding off on any sexy times for a bit.

My doctor changed out one of my meds and changed the dosage on another, and I'm just a touch too fatigued and dizzy to drive.

He said the side effects should (hopefully) fade over the next week or two, but I'm afraid I'll have nothing to report 'til then.

Sorry about that.

Oh ... what the hell.

I think I'll - to borrow a line from Shakespeare - screw my courage to the sticking place and head to Saturday's FurFuck at HawksPDX.

I usually go on Wednesdays - Lights Out is far less disconcerting for me - but I'll give it a shot and see what comes up.

I apparently misremembered when my roommate worked. Either that, or she took tonight off.

I came out of my room after being pounded for a half hour and begging for his load only to see her sitting on the sofa watching television and blushing furiously.

He rather sheepishly tucked his dick back into his pants and almost ran out of the door and my roommate and I just stared at one another for a few seconds before we both busted up laughing.

I didn’t necessarily like embarrassing her – or being embarrassed – but hey, this is why she’s a kick-ass roomie.

I met up with one of my occasional FBs around 10 p.m. Thursday and blew my load as he was plowing me.

Looking back over the last year, I'm a bit surprised at just how often I come without touching myself when I'm being fucked.

Should anyone be interested, I'll be heading to Hawks for Lights Out tonight.

Should anyone not care in the slightest, I'll still be heading to Hawks for Lights Out tonight.

See you there! (Or not, as the case may be.)

Huzzah!

Finished up the last of the antibiotics on Thursday.

Went back to getting fucked on Friday.

I never did get around to gaming this last week, but damn me if I didn't play with some joysticks over the last few hours.

Well ... damn it.

Chlamydia. In the butt. 

Throat and urine are fine, no syphilis, no gonorrhea, no HIV.

Just butt chlamydia. 

In the butt. 

Damn it. 

Antibiotics prescribed. Picking them up tomorrow. No play for two weeks.

Ah well, I'll put it behind me -- as it were -- soon enough. 

On the bright side, less monetary outlay, and more time for video games! 

An unfortunate PSA:

If your cocksucker starts screaming into your crotch and tries to push you away, don't assume it's out of pleasure or because you're going too deep. I don't know what lube was on that last guy's cock - it was sweet, and sticky, and gritty, all at the same time - but my throat and the inside of my mouth is blistered, my lips are cracked, and I've been dizzy and nauseous enough that I've been staggering around like I'm drunk all day.

Really made work a joy, y'know?

I'm still not completely steady on my feet, and thanks to my local pharmacy I've got prednisone and amoxicillin close to hand, but I don't think I'm going to be playing much for the next two weeks. I need my system to settle down.

Y'ever have an encounter that left you wanting to stop topping until you'd shed and evacuated a few layers of cells from inside your urethral opening? Or one that left you taking a soft toothbrush and antibacterial soap to the head of your penis? Or one that wound up with you shaving your pubes so you could scrub down to the skin?

Asking for a friend.

Last night I took a cock that still has me aching a bit.

He wasn't exceptionally long -- maybe 6.5 - 7" -- but damn was he thick. I'm talking Red Bull® thick.

Aside from his initial load -- which oozed around his cock because of how much he'd gaped me open -- he decided it'd be a good idea to keep slow-fucking me until he dumped a second load into my guts.

So ... yeah. Sore, but so worth it.

Never again. Never, ever again.

Never again will I leave the house without at least an enema bulb in my gym bag.

I've been exhausted recently, and last night I didn't watch my diet as much as I should. (Hello homemade brownies.) Tonight, however, I went by my favorite ABS because I was in the mood to fuck some ass, and I had the chance to add a load to one that was already pretty cum-slick.

I also had the chance to suck on a gorgeous, thick, perfectly-sized, perfectly-shaped uncut cock, and about five minutes in, he pulled back and asked if I bottomed.

*aigh*

I admitted that I wasn't sure how clean I was, and he commented that he'd really wanted to give me his load, then zipped up and walked out of his booth.

Never again will I be without some means of ensuring I'm cleaned out.

It's like the old American Express® commercials: don't leave home without it.

Public Service Announcement

Never sneeze when:

[1] your ass is loaded with cum,
[2] you're wearing khaki linen shorts, and
[3] you're in the middle of a grocery store

Luckily I got out of there before it started leaking through, but there was a definite *splat* in the the kitchen of my apartment when I finally got home.

All I can say is thank heavens my roommate had already left for work.

Alright: it's Saturday afternoon/evening, I'm cleaned up and cleaned out, I have some money in my wallet, and I've got a full tank of gas in the car.

Time to see what kind of trouble I can get into.

Wish me luck!

Well ... damn it.

My provider has me on a new medication -- Tamsulosin -- and I'm being subjected to one of its side effects: retrograde ejaculation.

Don't get me wrong: I can still orgasm ('tho it takes longer), but I'm no longer able to provide the loads I did a couple of weeks ago. We're researching other options, but right now, I can either top without the load or focus on being a bottom whore.

That said, I have absolutely no problems with being a bottom whore, but I do miss seeing my cum running out of a bottom's ass.

Four raw cocks. Four pullouts.

Three loads on the floor, one on another guy’s dick. Who then used it to jerk off and dumped his load on the floor.

Argh.

So apparently, given the right encouragement, I can be a fairly dom top.

Stopped by the bookstore on the way home -- it's been a hellacious two weeks -- and wanted to drop a load.

I had a cute guy, maybe in his thirties, start sucking me through the gloryhole, and then he came into my booth. We got enough lookers / grabbing through the hole that we went to one of the other non-gh booths together, and that's when things started getting interesting.

He was into my cock ... I mean, he was into it. Sucking, drooling, deep-throating, and when he came up for air, he asked what I liked. Heh. Not exactly what you should ask a part-time sadist, y'know?

We wound up kissing, I found his nips were hard-wired, and by the time I was done with his neck, he had palm-sized hickeys and bite marks from the nape of his neck to his ass.

He asked what I wanted and I told him either his mouth or his ass right now, but I wanted both of them before we left the booth. He wanted to get lube, and I told him that spit was good enough, and that got him moaning.

I fingered his ass while he was getting me wet, and then I turned him around, bent him over, took a sniff to make sure he was clean, and started eating his hole. He was moaning louder than the video. Side note: do you know how hard it is to laugh when you have a tongue up someone's ass?

I got him dripping, then started pushing in. He pulled away twice, and the third time I held his shoulders and just went slowly. Once I was balls-deep, he just moaned and started bucking against me.

"Fuck me, sir. Make me yours. Use me however you want me."

Usually that kind of talk leaves me a bit meh, but this time it was hot as hell, and yeah, it did make me fuck him harder.

I dropped a huge load in him, let him finish jerking off, and then had him clean off my dick with his mouth.

Pulled him up, gave him another kiss, and we said we'd look out for one another sometime.

Maybe it'll happen, maybe it won't, but I'm already working up another load, and my beard still smells like his ass.

That awkward moment when you arrive for a hookup and find out it's a former co-worker with whom you share a mutual -- and well-substantiated -- loathing.

To clarify: it's understandable that we did not recognize one another over the app, as we last worked together about five years ago, and our respective appearances have changed in that time, but once we heard one another's voices? Yeah ...

On the 19th, I go in for a colonoscopy. Ugh.

On the bright side, that means that I will be completely empty on the evening of both the 18th and the 19th.

What to do ... what to do ...