rawsatyr

Ok today's score was a simple ONE, not even one I had planned on. The original plan was for another guy to bring his (chub) buddy (not too bad, maybe 225 on a 6 foot frame) as they are all about 'HELL YEAH BAREBACK IS THE ONLY WAY' wanted a gang-bang, one step up for the one-on-one for the TEST-RIDE he requested a couple days ago. The moment he realized that RUBBERS were not in the equation, HE AND HIS CHUB BUDDY WERE ON! But he 'flaked again', not stage-fright this time but for a good reason... even sent me pictures of the frikking fire at the friend's house where he has been since 4 am this morning. Ok, so we will let that count. RAIN-CHECK! But one who came through, was a dude I had hooked up before (ex-married with grown kids) popped up on grindr just gotten naked though and a said he had been 'jerking off all day'. So no load then. But today he was a mile away at the car-wash and told me he needs to drop a load because he 'hadn't closed on a scruff or grindr deal'. "GIMME 30 minutes!" I told him, still all sweaty from the gym and not complete with the... well... PREP work! But worked that awkward situation out quick. 'All clear! Ready for bottom duty!' Well to be honest, I felt rushed and pride myself for being squeaky clean. At ten am in the morning though I wasn't sure my luck would hold out for a hardcore session. But hey, sexually frustrated ex-married guy... that shouldn't take too long for him to get his nut and be on his way... you know... PREDICTABLE like they fucked their wives for 25 years before the divorce! Well in he walks, beaming and ready to play! "TO MY OFFICE!" I said and stripped naked on my way to the bedroom. I sucked on his semi-erect cock for about a good three minutes and he was ready to 'lock-and-load'. damn, my ass-cunt actually offered resistance! Not sure why! Maybe didn't go for the full LUSTING phase like I normally do and rushed the job? Well, POP, in the cock went and all the way in without me flinching. I rode him in a way that must have been new to him. You know: aggressive bottom-style. I could feel it hitting the BACK-WALL HARD but no complaints. Hit my prostrate hard which turned him on. But he wasn't very verbal, oh up-tight like I USED to be. Oh I forgot: it say he is TOP and ORAL not verbal! Better not get too lewd and scare him off. So back to 'traditional homo-sex for semi-novices! Fully engaged in BAREBACK SEX but by all means don't use the lingo to remind him of it. the debauchery and the 'chances' he might be taking... some married men (ex-married men) seem to prefer to be in charge so I let him call the shots. Do all the talking and the bitch just moans! I hate that shit! "Face down, ass up, arch your back!" Okay, knock yourself out.... he pumped about five minutes max and then blew his nut. 'Hell yeah!' from me and a big smirk! Get gets up, towel! Rather conventionally, and ready to clean up and get on his way. Might as well. I have gotten jaded... that load in the ass was hot, but I was already thinking of my the ORIGINAL CREW OF TWO, craving multiple cocks for the day. SLUT-DUMPSTER dreams! Well, fuck, that damn fire!. Today was better though than yesterday. Isn't it weird how when we have had the best (uninhibited pigs) to play with, then the average and vanilla breedings are JUST OK? Good for the load-count as I had never TAKEN jizz from him before. But I'm already on the next cock fantasy. Not have him come back... unless he has an orgy at his condo like he wants said he wants. 2018 so far has been a BLOW-OUT YEAR! I hope my fuck-hole will VISUALLY attest to that!

Thanks for that update. To be honest, in all the years of 'being out' and in the bars I don't recall to EVER notice a hanky on anyone. Maybe I wasn't looking, maybe it was already a 'by-gone trend'. Yes a navy-blue with polka dots sounds like a tough ticket to fill... I have however noticed something (somewhere) with navy-blue and black stripes, a flag I think. But maybe too close to what cops put on their licence plates...

Would seem to me that there is no NAVY BLUE code for barebackers, just for catcher or pitcher. After all, back then in the 70's 80's BAREBACK fucking was the norm. There wasn't even a name for it! Then came that tacky rubber fashion that never really caught on, not with the church and not with the hardcore gays, lol. Safe sex or whatever? Mister CONEHEAD used them as bubble-gum! I would think wearing a T-shirt from BBRT or one that says RAW HIDE, CUM-DUMPSTER, 'no saddle' or 'strictly BB' or something that bold would be more effective in an underlit bar. I would rather wear those fashion statements. Note how the color codes for cowboys and scat are confusingly close. I wonder how many drunk COWBOYS woke up in a mess of manure in the motel mornings!? LOL (failure to communicate)

Yesterday a dude from grindr caught my attention - inked, cocky, tall and bright smile, crouching sexy with his dog in sneakers and shorts. Noticed him immediately posing confidently like cocky studs do, marked himself as POZ (undectable). Unusual locally! Most like me don't bring it up as the deluded hypocrites in the bible-belt get nasty on poz guys. So he impressed me off the bat. VERSATILE it says on the profile so my ass was twitching hungrily. I'm intrigued by guys who take seed from as many dudes as they choose to breed, knock up, whatever... And he was all about 'corrupting me' and using poz talk while having sex... and told me 'to drink a lot of water'... ok we know I'm talking to a dude in a league above mine. He came in the door and we hit it off like gang-busters. No awkwardness, no mechanical quicky action. We were on each other like hogs in heat: him playing with my pierced nipples and me promptly noticing his HUGE mushroom-head! (a specialty fetish of mine) He has colorful, symmetric tats on his chest, arms and shoulders and I told him I would like two myself, a scorpion on the chest and... when I said A BIO-HAZARD symbol right above the pubes he said and motioned the same. We were totally IN-SYNC. He told me he wished he had a pierced cock like mine. His nipple piercings (years ago) never 'took' he said... so we are all over each other. Here is the thing: he was the first BOLDLY, proud, cockily POZ guy for me. Sure there were others but it was more a footnote and only once before did I get really hot and verbal with one... he was talking boldly about 'swapping DNA' with me, male bondings, raw initiations, 'liking hardcore abuse of his big ball-sack and wanting to introduce me to water-sports... and all kinds of stuff that made my ears ring. I got a raging hard-on from all that! BACK-STORY: A couple of years ago I decided to ALWAYS wear my PA (to complement my pierced nipples) and most guys freak out, DAMN DOESN'T THAT HURT? YOU WON'T PUT THAT THING IN ME! WHAT GAUGE IS THAT? Like a 4,2 or 0??? My man won't let me breed him with the PA in... So normally I don't really get a hard-on when a guys wants to fuck me. I have become a willing, accepting cum-dumpster, I suspect ever since coming up poz I must have taking a DING in my mind feeling unworthy to bareback actively! Taking raw cock I have like a champ. So the grindr dude and I went down on each others cocks and ass with hungry, greedy abandon... like starved pigs, him slobbering on my hole and saying how he 'loves that sloppy, wet hole' and wanting to breed me, not having had a nut in days... all that without drugs or poppers... oh he forgot them over here... (well not to worry, he WILL BE BACK) This time my 'typical sex routine' came differently: I had the strongest urge to breed the champ... I fucked him, being that he looks so hardcore and is of a larger frame, taller too. It gave me a raging hard-on and a major rush! We fucked HARD! He has told me he has been fucked by HUNDREDS possibly thousands (he laughed) of dudes but only one other guy with a PA. I fucked him like the (non-pierced) champs normally fuck me. And we moaned and groaned lewd fantasies in each other ears, 'taking poz cock and cum' about 'yeah dude knock me up, I want your seed' all the stuff I told him before turns me on. We fucked all kinds of positions, him at times riding my cock and his ass-cunt roughly tugging on my piercing. It was strangely primal, violent and erotic... I nutted in the dude like crazy and we rolled around naked for hours... and talked and laughed and agreed we are natural bareback bros who need to hang out ALL THE TIME... not shower after sex and go to the local leather bar in ripped jeans (commando-style) and boots and leather harnesses or ripped tanks, all musky and sweaty for all in the bar to KNOW WHAT WE DO! Then he popped his mushroom-head inside of me which is highly erotic like the head has a life of its own, hitting the g-spot. He called me slut and 'my bestie bb-whore' and I made him call me a poz cum-dumpster and that made him shoot like satyr-demon... wow what a hot pig-fest! I'm strutting and leaking! Damn those huge balls were full! We both pledged to keep each others seed to full absorption... what a rush!

Well in a world where everybody likes to exaggerate I might feel compelled to one up you all, LOL, but I would be lying! Sadly I must confess I have barely even broken into the 3-digit range... so barely 100, dammit, but since joining here I have bumped up my 'cock and jizz processing speed'! lol Informal and swift like a routined assembly-line worker at a chicken-choking factory! Wasn't always so! ...after taking a few DIPS in the raw and reckless gene-pool at the VERY BEGINNING of coming out, I stopped. FOR YEARS! I sequestered myself into a world of delusion of having found MISTER RIGHT (yeah rrright) and the 'bogus safety' of serial monogamy; semi-successfully with some relationships lasting years, others barely worth being counted. Cheating and bad personality traits (drug issues, lying, public fighting with ANYBODY) became an issue and ended each. My present man and I three years ago decided we will be pragmatic (he started the cheating) and after a 'pirate parlais' we set new rules: we can have our cocks and a relationship too. Just no FEAR, no LOATHING, no hypocrisy (about getting something) and ALWAYS BARE or it is chicken-shit! Basic rules like best bros going hunting, single or together or in groups. We bask in each others 'slutty glory' and don't DO JEALOUSY. Has worked out GREAT! I like watching him take loads and take pics and sometimes (on dry spells) beat off to them... he is amazed how fast I CAN CLOSE A DEAL (with a new trick)! lol We have each increased our LOAD SCORES off the vanilla chart. For me more in one year than in the 30 years since coming out... Now if I don't get at least THREE RAW LOADS in a day I feel unaccomplished! lol Typical day: Yesterday I had one raw, poz load from a local piggie who fucked me once before a year ago. Almost feels like it shouldn't count. But he got me so hard with his raw cock inside me I was hard and he was amazed how I liked IT ROUGH him playing with my Prince Albert pierced cock as his nut was already in me.... I never flinched! I'm being a good sport! LOL Pledged to keep his jizz to full absorption! A couple hours later I hooked up with this 23-year-old, tall lanky big-dicked who said he is on prep. Good I thought. Right over, Courtesy flush to make sure, it's all 'squeaky-clean' for the collge-boy... damn there goes the 'BABY' the load form the poz buck. And all clear. Effort for nothing... Dude almost cancelled then, land-lady about his washer/dryer. I smelled BS chicken-shit... but no... he was back on ten minutes later. "She left!" He was all nervous about the bitch coming back, and then I had to DO THE WORK, get him up to speed, quit with that fucking making out but you can't say that. Then he gets excited and grabs his long spaghetti of condoms!!! WHAT??? You are on prep and you... "Yeah but still!" So that fuck didn't count, he didn't even nut in the condom. I would have snatched it and rubbed his boy jizz in my ass and make his eyes pop out. Landlady stopped all that. Knows his mom and he isn't even OUT yet and mom is a FUNDI from a nut-church as we have then plenty galore in the south... So reality always limps behind and drags down the score count... but I got SEVERAL hot leads for today. I actually keep a SHEET next to my computer with abbreviations for 8 players right now... trying to close deals and shift them to empty time-slots. This weekend should be a rager: I have licence to breed whatever walks and runs. My man will be out of town. He wants me to score TEN! Hell ten would be a dream in places like Memphis!

Let me throw something in here: to me most studio porn with their contrived 'action' are predictable to the point of where I have to turn the sound off and go on the visuals alone. In the old ones they used to play corny elevator music in the background! I turn on some club music instead. The redundant, repetitive lines "oh yeah you like that big dick!" And the over-acting moaning and fake-virgin-wailing, sound like it was made for 'the folks back home', almost comical. Seriously, guys who get bred professionally trying to sound like virgins being broken in or whatever... I mean seriously: Armond Rizzo maybe be cute but that noise he makes! On the other hand a dude fiendishly taking the condom off when plowing an uptight fucker who says 'you are DDF free RIGHT?' would be hot... Amateur porn is a lot hotter, especially if the lighting and and angles are creative and the guys show their faces and seem like they are REALLY having fun. Yesterday I watched a hot studio porn on tumblr with all these HOT, JADED looking dudes and I was jacking off until two minutes into it, I turned it off... when I notice the inked hardcore guy HAS A CONDOM on. Yeah right, like you see that in real life? The CA-PC police MAKING them wear those things? Then I suggest they pack up their gear and do porn in another state! Condoms are a turn-off and that 'safe sex' thing went about as well as REEFER MADNESS! As fake as when in a horror movie somebody at an intense moment says "The number is 213-555- "and I'm dead. BORING! TUMBLR is a great place to preview studio porn! I'm on it with over 3,000 followers! I know what I want, what I like, what turns me off. I like Treasure island, Cazzo, Raging Stallion to name a few. Not a fan of Euro-porn AT ALL, too many desperate-looking, Eastern European 'kids' anyway!

I've been hesitant to add my cute little stories on here as the 'score' counts of others (on here) are typically so much higher. I'm fascinated by the veteran players in the bareback underground, shameless sluts whom I am trying to emulate! Relative novices like myself read the 'last load' stories and I wonder: "You did HOW many guys?" "Is he for real?" How? Where? Well I'm not in New York and even my hot friend Gary in LA has a hard time rounding up action (guys who don't flake) when I visit him. So how do you get TEN LOADS, in ONE DAY? With craigslist gone, one of the best tools (I never tried) is apparently gone. But I want all that and more: total PROMISCUOUS SEX, anon and lewd, all about THE SCORES! But let me share my last load story for the newbies among us... (no love, no romance, don't worry, just RAW SEX)!!!! HARDCORE sex veterans, please skip reading and don't give me negative marks for not embellishing with missing raunchiness and OKAY YES I HAVE FUCKED 29 guys since April, lol As the 50-shades of grey go, my slut uniform looks virtually snow-white (no source of pride, I promise you) A late poz-convert from being a negative serial monogamist top (mostly). I have now willfully embraced the new reality and turned into a pragmatic poz slut, terms settled in a prenuptial with my much younger poz husband. He converted me, unknowingly! Well, my number was up! Anyway, we both gave each other LICENCE TO SCORE: condition - ALWAYS BAREBACK, NO PULLING OUT! BUT... If a fool should get 'clingy' (romantic) he gets THE AXE for future play, banished from the court, red card, stone-cold! Well, maybe my popped cherry is at least OFF-WHITE, at least in comparison to my new sex sports-idols on here (those who I trust and talk to in private). I'm amazed and eager to meet some of them in Atlanta and whore my hubby out. Well anyway! I think there were plenty of hints given when I could have JOINED THE BB-SPORTS-TEAM YEARS AGO at the assorted pool-parties. Events sponsored by guys where I knew this BF and that guy is poz... but what does it mean? Are all of them guys poz? Do they ALL bb? Do they care? Should I care? Is it all DON'T ASK, DON'T TELL? There were hungry looks from strangers when my BF (at the time) and I left early. "Hey you guys wanna stay? You guys wanna play?" I don't recall if there was ever a verbal invitation but I always backed out. For all I know, my (ex) BF went back at some point. I wasn't ready then! But this site has given me more NERVE and BALLS to do what in my wildest dreams I never thought I was capable of. Specifically BOTTOMING RAW for the sake of it! NSA! Chase for cock and cum like a stealthy hunter, always on the prowl, looking for clues and 'code in the language'... of WHO IS GAME! I'm now SYSTEMATICALLY trying to hunt down some of the extra lewd players I recall meeting in the past. Like this guy Pete or whatever, who flashed me his GORGEOUS COCK every chance he got, enticing me! I didn't bite! Him and a few others I used to think were TOO HOT TO HANDLE! Like I want to make up for lost time! I'm making progress. As you all know, GRINDR is pathetic mine-field of wanna-be prima-donnas proudly declaring their DDF and last certification dates and 'safe-and-sane' whatever. Few openly express their preference for BB and even fewer admit to being in the POZ-TRIBE. Yes that's what it says 'what are your TRIBES'. Several of those who WERE or ARE openly poz are getting flak from the negative cruisers, NASTY messages, very hostile! "Why are you even on here, spreading your disease?" that sort of thing.... But then there is the 'GREY-ZONE' plenty of those who go bare despite the posted 'condoms-only' affiliation... I tried it last week, at a sex-party. Saw the dude's profile on grindr 50 feet away and read the details. 'SAFE SEX ONLY'. Well let's see what that means! I backed my prelubed ass on his raging hard-on and it slipped right in!. No rubbers, no formalities, no questions! And stone-cold sober too! Then yesterday, FINALLY, I hooked up with one of those dudes (now hunting on grindr) one of those hotties I used to see at the presumed BAREBACK POZ POOL-PARTIES. One of those hungry faces in the pack of hunks with packed crotches whom I deemed TOO HOT to handle. Now, freshly poz-converted, I'm on a 'seek-and-destroy-my-ass' mission to take all the big, poz cocks I can scare up. ANY cock really, poz-preferred but my inhibitions have faded away. I saw he was on grindr (before when we talked we were both typically doing something like WORK) Well, the time was right: Saturday afternoon. Me: "ARE YOU FREE?" Him: "YES!" Me: "WANNA FUCK?" Him: "HELL YES!" No status questions asked, no talk of rubbers. In our early 'talks' he admitted I ALWAYS WANTED TO FUCK YOU when you came to Scott's house' (ten years ago). That was good enough for me! I gave the address, 30 minutes, he walks in! Straight to bed-room: big crotch straining in his denims as usual, fat cock flops out, semi-hard. straight to action, now fully hard, despite the big size. Typically there is more ass-licking and all but I wanted, CRAVED that sketchy cock in me. I even used some lube, let him lay back on the bed. I impaled myself balls-deep to the point it hurt BUT I didn't flinch... I rode him slow, I rode him hard. That cock hit the back-wall and the prostrate and it was hungry for this dude I had lusted for YEARS AGO but wasn't ready to respond to. Now he was INSIDE ME, bareback, no questions asked, no talk of rubbers, just riding raw... He held out for a long time, rock-hard and full eye-contact. I can do that! Anon and all that is cool too but he always wanted to fuck me... I felt that cock shoot cool gobs of jizz, pulsing and throbbing. Fucking A! No idea if he is poz or not! New protocol! Maybe he will tell me in passing some day. But while his dick was in me we discussed 'getting the old crew together' and visit Scot in Nashville. They always PLAY HARD there I'm told! This time I'm game! Bring my man and throw him into the pack of hungry wolves... When I finally 'dismounted' his semi-hard cock flopped out like a rubbery dildo but my man-snatch clammed up to hold onto the prized semen. I saw him to the door in a most sportsman-like manner, to make sure no 'romantic ideas' were sprouting in his head! I held onto that cum like a proud member of the 'bb-poz-tribe', one so 'secret' not even recognized by prudish grindr. I went right back to the open apps. Had a few messages. Hungry for more cock. It's like opening a bag of potato-chips... and 'sloppy seconds' are a hot commodity... bam! Scored another, the JUST GOT BRED clinched the deal! Dude came right over, ate my ass like a champ, tasting jizz of what he must presume to be a total stranger. He slipped his tool in with no resistance, despite the fact his cock was thick. My slut-hole had been properly rutted. CUM-LUBED! And dude came in like two minutes, as I told him HOW I rode the other guy: "like thief who robbed the bank!" He bucked and rutted, and that load was over the top... in the ass that is... but it was actually running down my leg as he was on his way out the door after completing his insemination! Never asked him for his name, but if he did I may have forgotten... I expect both to become part of my 'repeat player' team... maybe at the same time!

I'm intrigued by guys who have that 'elongated' GAPE of a hole, still with plenty of grip but definitely no virgin or a tight-twat flincher. Takes cock like a champ! I imagine all the other gorgeous cocks that have rutted his hole into the well-fucked condition and feel like I'm 'sharing their anon legacy', an extra thrill!

LOVE the offer! I consider myself a VIRTUAL NOVICE to the random, promiscuous bareback scene. Just lining up those words and saying them has magic on me and I like hearing them from guys and it brings out my wicked side like Michael Keaton in the movie.... BEETLEJUICE, BEETLEJUICE, BEETLEJUICE. Apparently I have taken like a fish to water, after a slow start, right about the time I joined on here (with a highly-promiscuous trick telling me about the HOT STORIES on BZ) My man (who is much younger) a few days ago complained to me that 'EVERYBODY says you are better at taking cock than I am!' and I wanted names (confused) At best I come up with two guys... but he said, OH NO! I hear it ALL THE TIME... at least 6 guys have now told me! LEAVE ME SOME, they always ask about YOU! (you see my objective is to take any cock without flinching or complaining or making sounds of 'discomfort'. Instead I go in a aggressive-bottom trance, suck that cock up, milk it, talk 'dirty' and growl like a lustful satyr in the wicked throws of his sex-trance... no girlish whimpering out of me. As to CUMDUMPS fucking us: Seems like we both share a certain 'CRAVING'. for a SLEAZY TOP, tops that bottom, or whatever we should call him. I imagine a guy who has been bred by a string of bucks too numerous to mention by the end of the night, just seeing him every so often with YET ANOTHER guy unloading in his cum-dripping hole. And then with some good luck he picks one of us to breed, his ass dripping like a smoking gun of bareback-breeding... maybe using the extra jizz to prime his chosen bottom's hole. All the stuff that in THE PAST might have been (sub-consciously) 'gross', unsanitary, highly dangerous, unacceptable... has now become my wildest craving and fantasy... As a former top (known for it) I'm (in my mind) submitting myself to the same group of guys I used to shun and avoid. I'm actually trying to track down and invite certain guys who YEARS ago were my sex-partners and didn't divulge they were POZ. Back then when I bottomed I made this one stud wear a condom (right as he was going to go bare) and the other I ONLY topped... now I feel that I MUST be INITIATED belatedly by both of them, bare and poz-talking while they do it, to CUM full circle. The idea of FLIP-FUCKING, repeatedly and deeply with an urban sports-fucker, possibly with his bros watching is my next stage... possibly ON A STAGE!

Thanks for the recommendation 'Berdell'. That sure would suck going as an anxious, expectant slut to a RED ROOF IN expecting cock action like at a PRISON RODEO on a bad day! We all know how it is when your slut soul craves random bucks and then laying there ill-staged and underlit with your ass up like day-old pastries with NO TAKERS and after hours still with a dry man-pussy! Oh how I love it when the dude blasts me with a copious 'cream-filling' and it is so much it actually spills out! Not that I have ever laid somewhere for hours with no takers... but just hanging in a sling in a dark niche at a sex-party and shufflers passing by feels like an eternity to me! Who has time for that? Sounds like you (Berdell) were more PRO-active by chosing a more hopping place and being in a unmistakenly slutty SLING!? KUDOS and do share more... As to me: I'm working hard this summer to get my trademark abs back which look good with my pierced nipples and the new doggie-chain one of my REGULAR BREEDERS from a local leather club promised to get me... you know... with sports-fucking (like with 'merchandising') it's all about PRESENTATION! lol Sometimes 'day-old-pastries' suddenly taste much better after a rebake! And a piggie at the fair gets the prize when lip-stick and a bow on... and then goes back to wallowing I live in Memphis and I just gained another 'slut-mentor' from Atlanta, a hardcore PRO who knows all the ins-and-outs of the sex-parties and sleaze joints. H wears all the fetish gear, harness, ball-caps, boots and sneakers... he told me when we go down there (to Atlanta) he will rig me up like a super-slut and take me like fresh meat to the meat market and whore me out to any suitor that looks halfway decent... But I won't just lay there like a slab of meat. I'm working on my reputation as the most aggressive power-bottom who rides like the devil and won't wear out like that fucking pink battery bunny.... LOVE your three way orgy pic in the avatar by the way... my favorite: THREE and more!

DAMN I'd be up for that! I'll have to hit you up! For full and thorough initiation into the bareback underground! Letting a virtual stranger (you) decide what TOTAL STRANGERS qualify! The seasoned instinct of a bb-top who can spot others like himself: the hungry, determined look of a promiscuous barebacker, looking for just another random man-hole to breed. A slut-cum-dumpster accepting ANY as well as his raging raging cock and a sack full of anon seed... Spectators welcome!

JOCKS, as All-American, retro and fetish as they are, I think were intended to restrain, hide and 'tamper down' any suggestive contours of the male genitalia. Especially guys with big knobs and circumcised cocks are likely to AROUSE attention as their rippled cock pushes against the fabric. For that reason I'm more in-line with those who rather FLAUNT their junk and let the attention-getter flop around and show off through whatever fabric... of course, assuming you go to the gym in a LIBERATED part of the world, not some repressed suburbia. All the over-sexed guys on the beach in Malibu (where I used to live and CAME OUT) would let their dicks flop around in surfer-shorts or whatever, strut and pose and as you talked to them their dicks would often get semi-hard as they leaned back knowing full well they were VIRTUALLY NAKED! What a rush, for observers and posers alike! The ripple of the always exposed, bare cock-head!

One of my fantasies (as a recent unapologetic convert to the BB-scene) is that a popular party-slut, after taking loads from everybody at the venue, finally decides he wants to 'unload'. Like one of my 'slut-mentors', a cocky guy, who once intimidated me with his exploits. He knows how freaky I am NOW after converting to the team! And that I'm cum-hungry as though I need to 'catch up' with his load tallies ! He told me that the next time he 'catches me' admiring him timidly from the distance scoring YET ANOTHER buck's load he would throw me into the sling. And you will be in the spot-light as you make out with me... as random strangers I don't know and WILL NEVER SEE might fuck us or randomly finger our asses and 'cross-pollinate' our 'rose-buds', "Yours barely budding, bro, but trust me, we will change that!. LOL!" he joked! HMM, not sure what that means but I agree, it still looks too 'puckered' although I NEVER flinch taking cock!... He said he wants our cocks rubbing against each other while we make a spectacle and the jizz from his nightly bounty to drip down onto my ass-hole; dripping cold and sleazy, anon and impersonal... and if by some fat chance it's not enough cum - he laughed - he'll reach back on his splattered ass-cheek and swipe up more alien, anon DNA to use as the only lube on my ass as he breeds me! He said: "It is not the most SANITARY thing, but you'll LOVE IT! LOL" I told him not to threaten me with a good-time thrill-ride! It gives me a boner just thinking about anon cum being used as sketchy lube on my hole!

Same here: regret for not taking up guys on their lewd offers! They all wanted to top, BAREBACK, no questions asked! I bet I actively fucked/topped dozens of guys who were (secretively or unknowingly) poz and never asked me any personal questions! Ass up, assuming position at the drop of a hat! So hot! And I wished that 'guilt' didn't hit me afterwards... I should have wallowed in their seed between us, even rubbed their promiscuous bottom-cum in my pitcher-hole to proof to them I'm not 'afraid' or make a point to let them know I'm extra kinky... hoping the 'word gets around'... And now I'm regretting NOT taking aggressive tops up on their lewd offers to breed me... I tingle inside thinking of those moments when their jaded cocks flopped out while riding shot-gun with me... and now I'm almost trying to 'make amends' by tracking down some of them... hoping to take their loads, will-fully like it's a sacrament of initiation, belated! Keep their jizz to full absorption!

We all can't help how we are feeling about sex and kinks so your honesty is appreciated! Being on here is a bit of a mixed bag for me too: 'theoretic' thrill-rides next to total buzz-kills... for the most part when others words and fantasies are killing my buzz, I try to 'evade', quickly leave chat as I'm losing my boner - I can't help it I'm not turned on AT ALL by anything incest or purposely picking up avoidable 'social scourges' as though it was part of a rare stamp-collection demanding completion. I have come a long way: I recall my innocent 'shame' when I (as a twink novice to the scene) picked up crabs at a sleazy, second-hand, gay clothing store in Weho on Santa Monica Boulevard. I had no sex with anybody at the time, so no hot memories to associate with the 'conception' of the hideous bastard child...lol Some GIFTER passed on his nasty crabs! Good thing I had a 'slut-mentor', a much older bro ( no sex with him ever) who helped me through DEALING with it! But I was tuned off to 'the scene' for a long time thereafter. But we all change, for better or worse. I was once a vanilla player, deadly afraid of 'the bug', any bugs, the BIG one and the tiny crawly ones, afraid and avoiding guys who GET AROUND TOO MUCH ... I passed up on so much fun, on 'dream-boats' of sex-gods, (like say Donato and Tommy) after it appeared clear we were gonna be 'bros together' but I wasn't ready to get on THEIR poz team! By accident is one thing, but not by fatal attraction (retro perspective) I recall how I suddenly freaked - holy fuck - when I found out that 'the hottie' who wanted to fuck me bare for the one-night-stand 12 hours ago, and whom I AT THE LAST MOMENT urged - 'are youto put on a rubber (on his huge MAGNUM-rubber-requiring cock) casually told me over breakfast the 'morning-after' he has been poz for so many years... HOT FEAR and paralyzing responses followed. Worries for months IF I had dodged the bullet or if I by freak chance 'got burned'. I went into self-imposed exile (into the backwoods of America) into the deceptive security of serial monogamy hoping to survive as 'the last man standing' proving the fundi-nuts that we aren't ALL going down with the 'scourge' they claimed some hateful deity had designed for us... I never expected my last 'serial monogamy' partner, an innocent college graduate from Arkansas, carried the dreaded bug and had already passed it to me by the time a random belated test ( after some serious illness he had) brought out the truth. I went into self-loathing and asexuality for years. Lost my MOJO (as Austin Powers always said) and had hardly any interest to top. Feeling like discounted, expired meat and wallowing in self-pity. When I caught my rejected-feeling man 'cheating in fantasy' with dudes on the apps, I FINALLY broke through... a truce was brokered. We will BOTH play, HARDCORE and BARE! Thrilled and tickled, ELECTRIFIED to learn there is an underground poz-scene and those who 'know how to play with fire' without fear... what a revelation... the fearless, promiscuous BAREBACK BROTHERHOOD! All the forbidden fruit now legalized! Although I'm abhorred by guys 'chasing' or shocked by guys wanting to spread whatever untreated bugs they pick up, I'm now more at ease. I actually have been pursuing contact with several of the fun players whom I had avoided after finding out there were poz. Now I think I inadvertently want 'PENANCE' for shunning them, wanting their poz cocks and feeling like I won't be complete until they blast their belated POZ loads in me... yeah, something is 'wrong' in my head! LOL Now sex with a rubber on is just lame, something I avoid when the proposal comes up. Sex with a negative guy, I'm still not comfortable with, although as 'undetectable' and players on PREP I'm easing up. Anon bareback sex is really hot, but so far I have only allowed the stranger to breed me, walking out with his jizz and retaining it to full absorption as if on a cloud! Knowing a dude is POZ is an extra thrill-ride... by belated 'conversion' and penance for being so arrogant. Yes all just in the head but so are many fetishes that require no apologies. The 'poz-talk' while having bareback sex (the only real sex I count) I love my more fearless attitude. If I hooked up with a dude seeing an active case of STD I'd tell him: "Damn, fool! Take care of that shit! Call me when that clears up!" If he was poz and not on meds (preferably not one of those 'special cases' proud of their untreatable strains)... well I'd ride it, feeling like an immortal riding into battle on a black stallion!

ENDORPHINS! That unexplainable rush! that gut-tingling HIGH! I felt it again tonight! I hung out with my best buddy (let's call him Jake) and he has been breeding me for several weeks straight. Every time I take a load from him I strut out the front door LIKE I'M FLOATING ON A CLOUD!!! Turns my man on, as 'sex for sport' is our thing.... get's him horny when he hears the stories. Alex is technically a bit of a well-sponsored 'social butterfly' with a busy schedule. That too turns me on in a big way: knowing I'm taking cock from a popular gigolo, as some might call him.... Tonight he had Alex over a tall lanky Texan and we were just... well... smoking and what-not. Being goofy with our clothes on and just playing around a bit innocently. Then my buddy Andy texted wondering what I was doing. He is a tall, strapping New Yorker and in the past we only had the pleasure of me blowing him ONCE ... he had later hinted at wanting to 'do me bareback' but it never happened. Knowing he would be ONE of FOUR players he was hot to go! With Map-quest he was over in 30 minutes... ready to play Andy's clothes came off fast. He has to be about 6'4" which make me feel short at 5'11" . I'm pretty toned but he has me in awe! A true BUCK with a shaved head! He was ready to breed and top and switched back between me and Alex but Alex wasn't as seasoned at taking the cock as I was. The tall Texan couldn't take Andy's regular-sized cock. I'm not a size-queen. If the dick is pretty, rugged, cut and going in raw, I'm in pig-heaven! Andy was having a field day, not expecting a genuine orgy! He was on the raw team this time... just lube, no condoms, didn't even come up! At some point or other Jake was on me, then his dick and Alex's in my mouth as Andy rammed his cock in me as I took it like a champ... damn, what a thrill-ride! The Andy figured my ass was custom-tailored for his raging hard-on as my dick was limping from whatever the party favors had been earlier (fuck being embarrassed - we are past all that)... ... well fuck... Andy rutted himself into a sweat and blew his nut good and deep inside of me with my friends watching! THRILL! Then he proceeded to beat off some more to the Czech porn we had on the screen and I swallowed his nut.... and rubbed the rest of his seen all over me... what a rush! No walk of shame for me! I strut like I'm on a cloud! Incredibly jolly and content doing some late-night shopping for white wine as my man worked late at the club... All my fellow cum-dumpsters and raw-riders will be able to relate... that tingle and that gushy feeling proving the raw copulation is exhilarating. I won't even take a shower tonight (the way guys in the old 1990's 'tricking adventures' used to do) I want that seed in my ass, the flavor of cum in my mouth as long as possible and as I'm breathing I picking up the distinct musky, many scents of Andy Jake and Alex! That buck-DNA will be retained to full absorption! Anybody else second that motion? That's how bros bond!

I LOVE the term 'repeat customers'! That impersonal, promiscuous implication! Gives me an extra tingle on top of the other thrills!

Whoa what a rip that would be! Dude letting you breed his hole and then gets nervous for the cream-pie delivery!? Maybe hops up like a nervous nelly and flushes himself 'JUST TO BE SAFE'? Hey, I don't want to be SAFE anymore! I want the thrill of danger and promiscuity! Good thing I have never encountered that craziness of half-ass raw-riding! As a matter of fact, I when I bottom I EXPECT CUM in me! I let the random bro know I crave his cum as much as his vulgar cock stretching my hole open, banging balls-deep and selfishly rutting away, without protection, willfully without a rubber, no saddle, no regrets, no inhibitions, no fear or second thoughts! BAREBACK is BAREBACK, RAW SPORTS, contact sports with inevitable exchange of bodily fluids, spit and semen, skin-on-skin, precum leaking copiously (doesn't scare me like it seems to scare the naive ones) I will tell the stranger, the trick, the dirty talker promising me his POZ LOAD, "HELL YEAH!" and I that I pledge I will keep his cum and proudly retain it to full absorption... to prove the point put on my denims right after the insemination and strut off to the bars with him! Maybe challenge him to let his bros finger my hole and allow him slutty bragging rights. Or suggest the dude with the growing crotch and the dilated pupils go 'have at it' or let the next buck use the wetness as the only lube accepted in bareback sports and trophy-fucking! I want his DNA, his slutty legacy, his whole promiscuous legacy... I'm a late convert to 'total barebacking' so I thought all those angles through and they tingle me with excitement!

I'm glad I caught my husband cheating! I didn't know it then but he 'kicked the dungeon door open', inadvertently opened a 'Pandora's box' of new tricks and put new life into what had become 'humdrum monogamy'... For most of my sexual life I had been a 'serial monogamist', foregoing promiscuous adventures in large part due to the fear factor of 'catching something'. I secretly envied the Los Angeles and Atlanta 'wild boys' indulging in 'forbidden pleasures' but figured I have to be 'the last man standing'. "Play it safe!" and pick a benign hobby instead of being a whore. Instead of partying and going bare 24/7 like most of my gay peers, oh horror, I withdrew into yet another relationship with a vanilla trophy boy (legendary in Weho for his huge porn-cock) who conned me into moving back to his home-city in Tennessee. Going into a dull exile, voluntarily! Well he was a cheater just like his daddy was, cheating on his wife, my BF's mom, giving her those trophy-wife migraines and wailing heart-aches. Unlike her though who stuck with her cheating man, I cut myself loose from pretty boy ICE-COLD VANILLA after about 9 years of misery and embarked on a 'second coming out'. (in hind-sight I wonder what would have happened if I had embraced and encouraged him and myself to be promiscuous) The next BF was much younger, a pretty street-boy from a dysfunctional background as they are common in the deep South. But he too eventually cheated and ran off with the wildest strippers and flight attendants as seems to be the second nature of every thrill-seeking, popular pretty boy. The pattern was recurring... with a few more 'prospective' BFs... therafter too. My eventual husband after all that was pragmatic like me! Sensory-overloaded by cheaters and drama he had cut himself loose from the wild side of West Hollywood where he had been a stripper at club HERE and Mickey's I think he said. I didn't know it yet that he had already taken the 'bug' and didn't suspect. Hell he was only 21 and basically a preacher-boy and very studious in college. A few years later, after he graduated he came down sick with Leukemia and that's when he and I learned he was poz... (junior had initiated me too) I was loyal however instead of playing the 'blame-game' and letting things get ugly like I saw it played out repeatedly in Weho myself. But somehow thought 'this is the end', at least of sex that is. Keeping a 'dark secret' from the world! I was not doing it right! Not being sexual or embracing reality had a fall-out! My BF felt sexually rejected by me and was looking for a 'secret outlet' for his big dick and copious seed production! It never occured to me that there is a 'wild scene' that plays hardball and poz in my town! My BF (when drunk) was on Grindr and Scruff and like a wizard's apprentice learning new tricks, gathering leads. Boy when he passes out he is cold to the world and all his LEWD and LASCIVIOUS conversations with total strangers suddenly popped open for me to see, in REAL TIME, strangers wanting to 'breed your hole and pump you full of my POZ seed'... stuff like that! I made a pragmatic choice that day! We BOTH have licence to play: with a few basic rules though. Preferably BAREBACK and poz, no hypocrisy, no fear! Maybe together, maybe alone! No jealousies, no deceptions! Now we share blow-by-blow accounts of our exploits! My man is impressed by my scores! It's all exciting like going fishing or hunting! Out in the wild! I like the musky smell of anon buck on him! It gives me a boner! We open each other's phone and look at the lewd exploits, pics and videos we have in messages. No reason to feel panicked or jealous! "DAMN, look at that dude! You guys hooked up? When?" he asked me yesterday when I walked into the kitchen and discovered him hovering over my open phone. And me, all casually: "Oh that was today, when you were at work! His cum is still dripping out of my ass!!" It turns him on! See what is good for the goose is good for the gander. He started it! And neither he nor I are regretting it! Sneaky cheating is one thing but 'sports-fucking' with the bros or random strangers is a total thrill-ride. Better than a Disney E-ticket!

I love the thought of being just another 'high-digit-number' on the score-belt of a promiscuous breeder!

Yeah guys need to use their creativity to get the most 'bang from the buck'. I find the cliche ''alpha-vs-faggot' rather tripe and boring. Personally I think guys who can only function with humiliation and dominating others follow in the foot-steps of their archaic (sub-conscious) role models, 'issues' somewhere in the 'master/slave' and 'patriarch/beaten wife' area.... As a 'sexual omnivore, at times it might be fun to just be 'used by some arrogant jerk' who gets his rocks off in your hole and heads out the door; his mind already on the next second-best thing... BUT, I find porn with too many predictable lines like 'yeah suck my dick faggot' and all that one-dimensional malarkey pretty dull. I'd let the lame dude bragging 'yeah you like that big dick' like a method actor 'finish his job' and take his nut and keep it to full absorption like any other. I might relish the fact I got bred by a jerk with a one-tracked mind and no real sexual imagination. But I'd hardly line up for another round the next time he pops up on BBRT! As a former 'safe-sex, mostly-just-top' serial monogamist, I pride myself in my COMPLETE immersion and CONVERSION into the RAW PROMISCUOUS sub-culture; being competitive and eager to have more than two or three in the room. Total players, visitors, anon and positive rattle my cage the most! The 'danger factor' ! I'm eager to put on a 'good show' for every buck according to what subtle clues he gives me. Some guys totally get off on me being an 'aggressive BOTTOM', impaling myself on their rugged over-sized cocks with no artificial lubrication, balls-deep without flinching and riding the stranger's jizzing tool until his eyes roll back in his head for the umpteenth time. Personally, when topping a bottom I never cared much for guys who lay their like a flat omelette or if they make wailing sounds like girls or queens make or that 'daddy' role play... not for me... although my man is young enough to be my son. I'm kinda tuned on by the thought of the bros in the bareback culture dropping hints to each other of how kinky, verbal, playful and aggressive you are as a cum-dumpster... seems to work pretty good. I noticed how several who are my Facebook friends and suddenly THEIR friends hitting on me, TO THE POINT, and not mincing many words to discuss 'BREEDING' on family-tame Facebook in private chats. A good barebacker, whether top or bottom best be a bold and forward fucker and let 'underground-word-of-mouth' bring more bros to your yard and give me a good YELP review!

As to AMPALLANG: wow, thanks eroswired for that feedback of what it 'potentially' (or symbolically) means in the country/culture of origin. I find those piercings extremely sexy but I wondered how much it brings your 'rough trade value' up on the male meat market? I recall reading something about tribal cultures, in S.E.Asia I think it was, where 'young guys emulate the seasoned, ampallang-pierced warriors' who are being prized as MOST SATISFYING by the females in that world. Without a hardcore AMPALLANG piercing apparently your unpierced dick appeals as much (or more, appeals as LITTLE) as 'plane-Jane uncut' dick does to some of us who prefer the PLOP of the always-bare, rugged knob of a cut cock. Seeing how skittish (and afraid) a lot of gay bottoms are about a less-exotic MODIFIED Prince Albert piercing, I suppose an ampallang would freak them out even more. On a related note: I used to associate with former bar-tender and PLAYGIRL model Andre Herbert in his 'vanilla' days in West Hollywood. Later he entered porn and became known as hardcore inked and pierced COLIN WEST. He now sports a brutally-erotic ampallang as his trademark-jaded look in all his pics. I wonder if that rugged stainless-steel bar straight through his bare knob gets him more tricks or if it runs off the gay 'spring-chickens' frightened at the site of their own shadows? I wonder if a (moderately-hardcore, as an ampallang on a cut cock is) with all the possible hardcore modifications is intended to weed out the boring/generic sex-partners and attract a 'select few'? I wonder if an ampallang might be seen as a sign as a dude being more passive (champ cum-dumpster) or as a top a signal of being a hardcore aggressor? Share from your own experiences EROSWIRED!!!

In my 'safe sex days' (not too long ago) I read that a dick-piercing (for a top) could be hazardous especially when it is still 'new' (whatever that means... maybe less than a year old)... well, I had just gotten myself a PA (did it myself) in addition to the pierced nipples. Most guys chickened out when I wanted to top them! Oh and personally I always had a thing for guys with heavy, dangling, bigger-gauge ear-rings and guiches. To me moderate 'modifications are the 'markings of the urban sports-fucker', a look not everybody would dare to pull off... But EXTREME MODS are another thing: there comes a level of 'diminishing returns' ON THE MEAT MARKET I would think when guys become obsessed with too many extreme bod-mods, i.e. facial piercings, extreme shit I have seen with cheeks and noses pierced with huge 'tunnels'. I guess those looks are meant to SHOCK not excite or arouse. When I joined the bareback-poz team, I was thrilled that in the first bunch of guys I played with, right off the bat TWO had huge Prince Alberts and getting fucked by them was like an E-ticket at Disneyland. As far as 'MODIFIED' goes, I like guys with rugged, leathery, CUT cocks... who rut my hole for maximum skin-on-skin traction. And that big PA hitting the sweet spot and looking at pierced nipples, ears and a few cool tats (like a bio-hazard is my big fantasy) is plenty a thrill. All the forbidden things or 'signs-of-danger' are kinda hot!