rawsatyr

WOW, hot. The closest I got into somebody's ass like that was 'fingering' a porn-star (still don't know his name, just see his pic in porn pics now and then) whom I never even talked to on the dance-floor at RAGE in West Hollywood... just pressing up against each other shirtless with me down his delicious ass-crack... he didn't flinch, just looked me straight in the eyes and let me do slip my paws into his juicy, well-conditioned ass-cunt, first one finger then more... I was so turned on, especially when I later smelled 'fresh man-cunt' on my fingers! It didn't take spit or force, he came apparently prepared for 'random penetration'... and was ready to play. Clueless me missed my clue! Only learned 'guys DO BAREBACK' on the dance-floors YEARS later! I have a hardcore pervy friend who has been poz for many years. He confided (years after the fact) he tried to breed me once (and 'MARK me with his DNA') on the dance-floor in Memphis and got THIS CLOSE, he said as I was apparently 'rolling'! I don't recall his attention nor had any idea a 'stealther' was apparently already dripping charged pre-cum for me. He said it was another night when I was shirtless, 'your pierced nipples turned me on, I figured you'd take dick like a champ'. Apparently I was going commando in denims and had teased some guys dancing with the button-fly half undone letting my shaved crotch show, then making out with a random pack of what must have been 'gay frat guys' from Missouri... he said 'you wouldn't have been the first , btw, I have bred a lot of guys on that Backstreet dance-floor... no formalities, no names, guys just let me slip it right in' without anybody even seeing it. He said he 'didn't have to HUMP THEM as just feeling their moist 'man-pussies' triggered his nut almost on cue... holding them tight, pumping his charged load deep inside them. I had never heard anybody talk like and the 'predatory stealther' thing was disturbing yet... since I told him I had 'been converted' I was strangely turned on, thinking... 'man, that could have been me', tagged by a 'predator'. But he reminded me I was apparently 'still a prude back then, too wily like a virgin at a prison rodeo and off with the pretty boys'. He said he came up later in the lounge and brought me a bottle of water and struck up a conversation, still hoping to TAG ME WITH HIS DNA. But then some other guys 'pulled me away' and I got 'off the hook'. No telling what might have happened! He now calls me a 'brother' who has FINALLY join the 'brotherhood'... I told him he is more then 'welcum' to relive his sleazy fantasy in the 'treehouse' of a local bar when he comes through town... hopefully with some bros watching!

As far as I'm concerned: it tickles me when I know that a lot of guys are watching me at the bareback parties, doing what in my vanilla past I wouldn't have dared doing. Hope it boosts my 'slut reputation'! I find that the guys I'm most interested in NOW get all excited when I tell them I like 'anon', group action and to 'serve sloppy seconds'!

I tried to add pics of my piercings but it said 'upload failed'

Well that sounds like a proper proposal! I could use some faraway slut-buddies, 'mentors' if you will to introduce my to the seedy side of Atlanta I never ventured into. . Maybe my man and I will come out to Atlanta some time and find a decent hotel set-up for the weekend and have you take us to the dives and debauchery. I kinda want to see my man get bred by a bunch of strangers! And he can watch us doing nipple play and maybe that TRIMIX too... kinky shit! I used to have nipple rings that were basically shaped like barbed wire; very hot to look at but a few over-anxious 'gropers' at the club or during play got to feel the business end... I forgot what I did with them. Had a few complainers... The plain ones have more 'overall utility'. I want to go a bit up in size though... never regretted having my nipples pierced! But I have (i'm told) a high pain threshold... whatever that means... for one I didn't even flinch when I had my nipples pierced over 15 years ago! Oh yeah and I did my Prince Albert myself when my boy-friend back in 2003 ran off to Atlanta and hooked up with an air-line slut who had a huge PA and posed with it on-line... I HAD TO HAVE ONE TOO!

Mine has only increased from having my nipples pierced! When I started out as a 'novice' I don't recall being that much aware of it... meanwhile: I have a local slut mentor who has every toy and gadget you can imagine. He is a 'full-time whore', one of the first to go on disability because of his 'status' when that was still the norm... I guess. All he does all day is goof around and have sex. He strapped me up with E-stim and nipple clamps and we went at it, him teaching me new tricks. My pierced nipples were almost TOO sensitive to handle the clamps... especially after the 'nut' it was almost TOO MUCH just taking them off...

I like to tell the fucker after he nuts to 'keep rutting' to make sure his DNA gets deep inside. And then 'pledge' I'll keep his jizz inside to full absorption! That seems to turn him on like gang-busters, even more than the 'thank you for coming in me'... that goes over well too but the pledge to 'keep the jizz' seems to be a biggest turn-on to the pitcher! At least in my experience!

I'm with you on that! My nipples are hard-wired to my dick! Which is why I have them pierced and show off in my pictures that way. Every top will know I'm up for for rough nipple play! I like it when a top who breeds me just rolls his eyes back and plays with his nipples and doesn't bother to 'reach-around' though... the selfish-fuck-fantasy! The best is when I meet another nipple-pierced fucker and he bottoms... we go for each others nipples, ass and dicks like pigs in a pen!

I think I could do it! That mildly-invasive S&M stunt has me totally intrigued! I like the idea of fucking guys I would usually not go for at all as a top! And putting on a performance for the bros at the party!

STORY-TIME: I'm not sure that whole 'alpha trip' is really what a true bareback player needs or wants! I mean, what does that mean? Having a possessive tyrant at home, old-school, like a hetero head-of-the-household who guards his hen against all suitors real or imagined? A hold-over from 'Christian autocracy's' domestication of the common folk, making sure all the dumb peasants FOLLOW THE BOOK they can't read and 'lay-low and keep reproducing'?? While the aristocrats fuck and fornicate like exempted demi-gods? The gay sub-culture really never had an 'official code of conduct' so we have to cobble something together that works for us (an the gay marriage thing is really a partial solution to create 'structure and order') But ceratinly not 'traditional' as even that mess has been revised multiple times... or else bitches would still be traded for shekels and have no voting rights or credit-cards. For me that one-sided (hypocritical) shit went out the door after trial and error with cheating BFs. Some (alpha) guys (as well as the 'bitch-playing' submissive ones) SCRIPT their relationships (subconsciously) by using the loose mental blue-print accepted from assorted role-models like their dad (and mom) However archaic or unhappy that might have been! Pathetic! BUT YOU DON'T WANT WOMEN AND YOU CRAVE COCK!!!! When you become a (popular) gay player, you really follow more the traditions of hunters or warriors, of fishing bros or ball-players! Or straight guys with their man-caves and chilling! The 'bitches' don't care for that! It's about the brotherhood, the hunt, the stalking of THE BUCK, the pursuit, not showing 'cowardice' or pain, being a 'team-player', 'taking it like a man', the trophies and scoring, the notches on the belt and the RUSH of the bareback rodeo! Years ago I followed a sexy guy to the deep South from the Happy Hunting grounds of Los Angeles. He used to be one of the many bros there. But once back in his 'neck-of-the-woods' he was playing some kind of an 'alpha' role (by looks, reputation and cock-size) Behaving and talking hypocritical, getting cerebral and controlling like a church-elder. He would say stupid chauvinistic things and talked down to me like I was some 'trophy wife' (from a conquered nation) who better mind her manners and play her part. He would sneak around and cheat and bask in his local glory; but gollum-forbid I would dare to 'get out of line'! He even told me 'to find my own friends and not try to be friends with his'!!!! Some guys are into getting insignificant-beta-abuse, being a 'glutton for punishment', I'm not... The guys I would meet after I broke up with the 'wanna-be-alpha' were all much younger, TWINKS really. It was in a way OUT-OF-SPITE, me being the obvious alpha but not treating them like that. As a matter of fact, the first in a series of 'young bucks' (upon geing challenged by my jealous ex on the dance-floor of a club) beat the crap out of my 'alpha'-ex like a sparring young bull would to let the former 'alpha' know his days were over... As HEAD-TRIPS go (flash-back): when I first came out, one of the biggest 'rushes' I got in my twink days was from scoring (FUCKING/topping) hunky, older dudes who looked like they were WAY-OUT-OF-MY-LEAGUE. I fucked them raw, dropped by teenage seed deep inside them and admired my 'BUCK' as he fell asleep, absorbing my DNA into his hunky body and I imagined all the other hunky BUCKS who rutted him as I was still just an amateur... too bad I stopped that practice because of the AIDS-scare and became a serial monogamist with guys who I felt 'more domestic-able' So a few years ago, on my RE-LAUNCH into the BB-player scene (after dismissing 'traditional gay relationships' especially with the controlling alpha as failed) the guys I hooked up with were by happenstance all aggressive young 'lookers' and MOST turned out to be TOPS or versatile. I'm now actually MARRIED to a much younger buck but he like me is a bb-player! I'm turned on by random bucks breeding him and I know he feels the same about me. So we have the best of both worlds! We have a group of friends who are 'involved' in staging bb-parties and events and I filter information on the 'need-to-know' basis to 'levels of friends'... 'Possessive fuckers' pop up now and then with their alpha-aspirations and might be partial to one or the other of us. I don't mind! "GO SLAM-DUNK that fucker!" I tell my man. We fuck them as a 'having sex with selfish jerks' fantasy. One highly promiscuous alpha dude, after a few repeat fucks, was trying to talk my man into 'leaving town with him'. That didn't happen! I can beat off to the pictures of the jerk fucking my man raw and if he came to town I would encourage my man to have that 'ass-hole' come and get himself some more booty. I have gotten more lewd and verbal, something I know he likes...

When I first came out I caught myself going for hunky, older guys who could have been my COLT magazine types that I was beating off to! But not confident enough to approach them! When I was 20, looking at my old driver's licence, I looked like a 16-year-old waif and I even recall some 'manly types' dismissing me disrespectfully as a 'twink' or 'chicken'; so the opposite of what I encountered later when younger guys disrespected older ones. Really stupid! I really liked the way some older gay guys were my 'slut mentors' with some of my fondest memories being on a very short stay in New York. Then later in LA an older black guy, Charles became my mentor as he introduced me to the 'scene' at the MOTHER LODE in West Hollywood. I was like a kid in a candy-store with NO SKILLS as how to pick up on a dude. Oh yeah, I had only a few month earlier walked out a straight relationship when I felt my cock-fever getting the better of me. So I needed 'mentors'! Charles and Bruce, another 'older guy' (probably way more than double my age) a former FALCON star pointed out that I don't need to 'act nelly', something which I think I may have done inadvertently, copying behavior from other young guys. They let me know that 'your butch side is what makes you attractive to other guys'... they would ask me 'who do you like in the bar' and I would set my sights high on some manly buck in denims and a cowboy hat and the rugged appeal of a guy who I wouldn't DREAM of making a move on... next thing I know... they introduce me! A dream-man, helicopter pilot from San Diego, a cocky stud at least double my age with a body to die for... okay I'm 5' 11" and about 144 lbs at the time and the dude is 6' at probably 190, a hulking dream of masculinity. Full hair too and a bit of a porn-stache, luckily blondish because I'm border-line on that look! And he, unlike smooth me, had lots of blondish peach-fuzz all over his arms and chest! HOLY SHIT! I SCORED! Raging boner... I'm all over him! Right there in the bar! And speaking of 'kid in the candy-store' - I discovered my fetish for vulgar-bulging knobs on cut lollipop cocks!!! And guys going commando in denims! His dick was almost poking out over the top and his piss-slit was oozing precum! I don't know how but apparently it was all settled and back to his hotel we went. I told him I wanted to suck the precum, maybe that is when he settled his bill! Barely in the room I'm on it like a bitch! Sucking, but using too much teeth, well still learning! Next thing I know my aggressive side comes out! My hard dick is on the dude's hole and his lollipop cock in my face. He let me slip my dick in his ass, RAW! What a rush! I fucked him putting on a 'young buck' performance and he was eating it up... I tried to make it last but hey I blew my nut deep inside of him and I wondered how many hot bucks must have bred him before! Now I tagged him too. DNA deep inside him! He fell asleep with me in what must have been one of my hottest 'new frontier'. Busting my nut in seasoned champ-players! Tagging hulking dudes who could easily throw me down and tag me instead and toss me out! I think breeding older guys is a good 'trade' to learn... it rocked my world! I had young bucks turn the tables on me once I was a 'seasoned buck', bareback without hesitation and slyly DNA-tag me, hump me like horn-dogs and cum in seconds. Brought back fond memories! But back then I had this thing about 'wanting to be in control'! It wasn't a 'daddy-fetish' that some of the younger queens had. I wished Bruce (my FALCON mentor) didn't ask me to move to Texas with him. I figured he was 'too hard to control', especially since he was the one branding me with his seed! A relationship with him seemed kinda like wanting a steer for a pet! But in hindsight I bet he would have let me have all the cock and ass on the side and watched. Instead I hooked up with another 'twink' in a more predictable long-term relationship. I don't recall any of my sex with him the way I recall having sex with Bruce, the porno-buck or the way I bred the helicopter pilot...

I don't recall pushing it out EVER since becoming a willful barebacker. Back in the days when we were doing it, I recall guys getting up after being fucked and having their nut and queefing it out. I guess the 'guilt and gloom' comes back after the nut. But now, after I take a load I'm electrified when I carry a load... verified with the finger-test... and many hours later or the next morning it is all 'absorbed'. An extra twist to the bareback cum-crave! No rubbers, no loads refused, no names, no questions, no shame, no guilt and no regrets!

You guys got me all horny reading your takes on the subject. So let me share this: STORY-TIME! Years ago when we (my peers) all cruised on GAY.com there was a cute guy in local chat who said he was 'all bottom' and he was looking for guys who were 'all top'. Anybody like myself and others who admitted we were versatile were quickly dismissed by him as 'trash'. Weird hypocrisy, I know, bottom-logic! Silly queen! That thing about 'tops less likely to catch something' and 'if you fuck a stranger ESPECIALLY BOTTOMS you SHARE ALL his prior conquests', that 'legend', true or not! It was a time (and forum) where most guys were still putting on a 'safe only' pretext although I doubt they practiced it! Well I never hooked up with that top-hunting bottom-thing as I was already dismissed as 'chance-taking thrash', lol However, since converting over to the willfully-promiscuous BAREBACK scene those 'dark shadows' of prospective DANGER and SHARING HISTORIES have become additional thrills. I catch myself DRAWN to guys who get around, 'fuck everybody' and have been FUCKED BY EVERYBODY, who have no shame and who like to top-fuck themselves. Guys who organize sex-parties, brag about their sleazy conquests, as tops or bottoms, guys who have big Prince Alberts and fuck raw and who tell me 'half the guys freak out' over the big dick and the piercing> Well I step right up! One of my former slutty buddies from Miami recently moved back after having become an unabashed star-cum-dumpster in Florida over the years. For months before returning we had been planning that he will be my next wing-man at the local sex-parties... he asked me if I would 'get jealous', seeing 'all those men' dropping their seed in his ass. Mind you this is a guy who has a gorgeous cock, used to breed me RAW when he was an 'innocent' 19-year-old at the local club and I guess we had a mutual 'crush'. He COULD/WOULD have been my BF if I hadn't just gotten out of a dysfunctional relationship then and I was stand-offish: on accord of him being so young, pretty and needy. Somebody would snatch him away sooner or later. So he moved away to Miami and became a popular slut-boy and told me many times in chat how many loads he had taken that weekend! Mind-boggling! Sex to him is a sport! "So when I move back and if we go to sex-parties, will you get jealous? Strangers breeding my hole?" Well I have changed A LOT! I guess some guys get jealous and others get turned on. Well I get turned on now! We went to one local sex-party together where he said he wants to show me what a champ cum-dumpster he is in the sling. After seeing facebook pics of his crew in Miami I thought, 'boy you will be in for a disappointment in TN'. His bros in Florida were all total studs, mostly the actor/hustler/model look like himself. Actually a bit intimidating! But he said he does 'no loads refused' and even sent me pictures of horny dumpy guys who recently sent him messages and wanted to fuck him. "What would you do if a guy like this wants to fuck me? Would you get upset?" Hell no! It turns me on in a twisted way! I was soon tested and proven right at the sex-party! Seeing some random buck, kinda like a family-man stepping out of the darkness with a raging hard-on as my bro is doing his 'cum-hither-look' in the sling! Stranger had a bit of a belly but a big cock, casually spits on his cock, ceremoniously stretching my buddy's gaping hole with his over-sized flaring knob which I guess must make a lot of guys scream. But not my bro, who is taking his raw, bulging cock like a champ! No flinching! I imah=gined how many gorgeous, fat cocks must have been in my bro to get him to that level! Wow, what a show! Dude nutted and stepped away, NEXT! And my bro is guzzling one stranger's seed-load after another with his greedy man-cunt! He told me he wouldn't cum and save his load for me... IF I didn't get weird that is and freak out! Well I wanted it! Him fucking me while his gaping hole would be up in the air for all to see and cum dripping towards me... that was my secret desire! A cum-dripping cum-dumpster fucking me after having been bred by a stable of anon jerks! I didn't count how many guys had their way with him as I got distracted at some point and pulled aside. When I came back a while later somebody was just finishing up breeding my cum-dumpster buddy. "I was worried you freaked out!" he said. HELL NO! "Well good, get ready!" He motioned me to get in the sling. I awkwardly climbed in, feeling as though I was drunk. Damn, I'm new to this, trying not to embarrass myself. Firmly in place he goes: "READY?" Then he did what we had discussed at some point on the phone months ago when we shared 'kinky fantasies'. He dispensed an ample serving of anon man-seed from his hole and slapped it on his cock for lube. His expression was a bit 'devilish' as he was using the frothy blend of what must have been a dozen plus anxious bucks who rutted him. Now their DNA was going into my hole and I was 'sharing their history' and my bros all at once, like the ultimate in 'chance-taking trash'. He put on a show for everybody in the dark place as guys kept walking by. I suppose quite a few who bred him were among them but I had no way of knowing for sure. BIG TURN-ON! Eventually I took his load as he said: "Ready to take my tainted slut load?" Hell yeah, took it balls-deep and made him pump it up. Told him to keep going and blend all the seed... it was the biggest rush! When we left he pulled a surprise from his jeans as we got dressed, something we had discussed in all our fantasies. For all to see he put a butt-plug in my ass and said really loud: "Now like you promised! Keep the plug and my toxic cum-dumpster jizz to full absorption!"

I'll deep-throat a fucker's cock but when he nuts I want to feel that sensation of him blasting, the cock pulsing... I love to show off a mouth full of cum and swallow it! In the early days I always chugged a drink afterwards but now the flavor of a true buck's DNA stays with me like I just tasted a good wine... my ass loves tasting cum too and retain it to full absorption! Makes me tingle for hours! The thought that is, not the anon load itself! LOL

Looking back at my initiation to the BAREBACK UNDERGROUND: To be honest, I really just came out as a hardcore barebacker (unrepentant, poz-embracing, anon-crazy, promiscuous) as of 2015 at best. Before that I was just 'flirting with the fantasy' but too timid to go all out! Typically, raw action had been part of my sex-life ,ever since the twink days, but very limited! Much like a clandestine poacher, worried to get caught! In the early stages I put out raw to a few 'daddy-types', although I hate the label. I did it as a bottom, but mostly topping other twinks, thinking I was 'safer' that way... well I was negative but they, I didn't know. Some asked, most just took raw dick; Always typically once the next 'relationship' looked like 'happily-ever-after'! What BS that was! Bareback sports like the big boys play in West Hollywood and Atlanta was a forbidden fruit, a dangerous pleasure, a pursuit causing fear, guilt, and regret. But then events sped up! BAMM! Not just my man, but me too found out we had 'converted'. He was the 'Troyan Whore', and we were now part of the once 'feared fraternity'. Not that I embraced it right away, hell no! Clammed up for years. Then events sped up with my man secretly searching for sex and random players on the WILD SIDE on-line. It was 2015 and him getting caught by me and us agreeing 'Let's BOTH go for it! RAW, no rubbers EVER, no shame, no guilt, no jealousies!' So sometime in May of that year, a dude who bred me (with his hubby and mine in a 4-some) and travels the country breeding and seeding, kinky as hell told me about this site. He said: "The stories are HOT, and you don't have to join to read them!" something like that. But I wanted to join, see what it is all about, and 'compete' in the raw sports and see how I stack up. Take every cock or jump in when the opportunity is right! With a RAW, bulging, precum-dripping cock-head into every jaded man-cunt, balls-deep, and not look back... but late than never!

Pretty much at level 3 from day one, but keeping 'the body count low'. Topped raw mostly but then stayed 'semi-monogamous' for most of the 90s and 00s. My last BF (with him now) seemed like such an innocent twink at age 19 when we met. But the boys in West Hollywood 'knocked him up' and he unknowingly initiated me. Thought that meant 'it's over' with sex, went asexual, then my BF introduced me to the 'wild-life'. Since then it's been level 6! No secrets, no jealousies, no fears no attitudes! We still have low body counts during a normal week but when we treat ourselves to promiscuous sex it's 'NO LOADS REFUSED' with an attraction to dangerous thrills finally embraced, or like eating things that once were gross, like oysters, now craved... swallowing a stranger's DNA and keeping his nameless jizz to full absorption!

After all the fear and loathing of the promiscuous bareback scene and eventually failed policy of 'trying to stay safe' I have now revised my 'safe sex practices'. No rubbers EVER! SPIT or CUM for lube! The biggest concession to SAFETY are firm, gripping sneakers to 'stand your ground' on the slippery floors! And maybe dress up with color-coordinated fetish gear for good 'marketing' to draw the popular players! Generally operating under the "no loads refused" policy! Being a 'good sport'! .. the whole 'raw scene' is a bit like an 'attraction to danger', a THRILL-RIDE! And I don't treat cum like nuclear waste after the buzz is gone! I keep it in me and on me and savor the musk of man-buck to full absorption! Most of course is just talk and 'ready-to-go' at the drop of a stranger's hat, being that I am in a city that is pretty stale. From what I gather, other bb-bros go to the sex buffet every day. I keep it more a TREAT - that cuts down the numbers and eventual trips to the clinic... lol ! Although it would be hot to have the reputation of a regular slut!

HMMM... when I top, I prefer a dude take it in the ass! Face up, his pretty dick flopping hard and needing no play! Fuck him spit-lubed for maximum impact! But if he chews my pierced nipples right, damn that makes me come like a demon... and the dude typically quickly goes down on my dick then and swallows and slobbers up every bit of DNA! Thatta boy! Cum-hungry and then kiss me! Snow-ball me if you like but he better swallow in the end! But whenever I'm rolling over for a naked cock, I prefer it up the ass and better yet, take on a couple, taking turns, nutting and mixing their anon loads, or sucking the dick of one while the other breeds me. Have them make out above me and hope they both cum at the same time. And I ALWAYS swallow!!! And I keep the cum inside to full absorption!!! It makes me tingle for days!

I never realized how much I'm turned on by 'slutty bottoms' in the flesh. It's becoming a major fetish! One of my buddies is a sex-party star, who travels with a bag full of all kinds of kinky gear and harnesses. I think that is why he gets us in for free! He knows the regulars, me not a single person. When we first went to a sex-party he rigged me up like a slut too. I'm basically a novice, a late-comer to the poz-friendly bareback scene, still tingling with childish excitement in a toxic-tempting candy-shop. It still feels a bit awkward, him making me more 'MARKETABLE': first him taking my fetching but too 'tame' skivvies off and replacing it with a snappy leather jock-strap! He is taking his time, while I'm buck-naked in what seems like a well-lit bar full of strangers. Being dressed up like a show-horse for 'market day'. CUSTOMERS are looking! Must be tops! Then he puts a harness on me! He wants me to be a bottom too!!! Now I get it! My ass has 'no protection'. I feel the chill!!! My slut-friend is laughing as a dude walks by slapping my ass! He smirks, knowing that the whole object of the ritual is to submit and prep ' w-horses' for breeding! I feel like a pig with lip-stick and a pink bow to entice some country-fucker to flop his rugged cock out and make me 'squeal like a pig' for the amusement of the spectators... Sure there will be a hot 'stallion' in there somewhere but for the most part the bareback sex-party protocol is 'no loads refused'! At least I'm hanging with the 'pros' who casually pass on the 'safe' fuckers who want to use a rubber... And you just know pent-up testosterone is flowing as you are with the sluttiest penata bottom-boy ready to hit the mattresses in the play-room. My buddy keeps is naturally smooth all over and very lean and gets the most loads that way! As I'm still getting comfy, he already takes the first cock right in front of me: from a guy I wouldn't have noticed. Where he come from? The dude slips his cock in my buddy's ass, he ruts and bucks his hole without a word said, busts a nut, then disappears. And another dude steps up. I guess he nuts too, but really quick and I'm getting excited as all hell... my cum-dripping buddy proudly shows his ass to me! All wet and gaping! WOW!!! I finger the cock-hungry gape, all amazed and then catch myself drawn to the slutty hole like a bee to honey! MAN-HONEY! ANON DNA that has smells fertile and masculine! Damn, he is one slick cum-dumpster! TOTAL STRANGERS bred him! He is just getting warmed up! I'm drawn to the new-found sluttiness, munching down on his gaping fuck-hole like a truffle-hog in the forest! Then my buddy impales himself on my cock! Lubed by random strangers! What a rush! And for my NEXT TRICK I want a cum-dumpster with lots of loads dripping to finger himself and use the anon jizz from his cunt dispenser to lube his dick and have me feel the rush of sketchy, anon DNA, freshly jizzed by random, raw-riding meat-market shoppers!

I consider myself a 'late-convert' to raw riding. Ok I know, that makes me a boring oddball, but let me explain... and entertain hopefully! Sure when I first came out all action was raw and reckless. I recall all 5 of them! Their dicks but not all their names! Let's see: Dan, Bruce, Bernie (the straight producer) and the Vietnam vet in his van, behind the 'Zoo Restaurant'. All were much older than me, all known for their 'popular reputation' of getting around (the men or the ladies) and having big dicks! But one false alarm and I timidly withdrew into the deceptive 'safety' of a relationship with a small-dicked bottom for years. Then traded him in for a big-dicked top, heart-breaks one after the other, 'serial monogamy' with interruptions. It was the era of fear and loathing, the 1990s when rubbers were the fashion. The whole poz-thing made some big-city boys bitter and deceptive in West Hollywood. But others were surprisingly comfortable and they would try to put negative skittish guys like myself at ease with assurances that 'I don't precum a lot!' But most of the time you never talked about it and most 'suitors' fumbled for a rubber. But that trend never totally caught on with me: too clinical and anti-climactic! As a top for me, it was like a 50% reduction in BANG-VALUE and as a bottom... well... A dildo could have done the same. But I don't like dildos! Oh the carnal joys I recall never fully enjoying. Oh the thick shafts that stretched my hole, rubber-clad, all clinical, methodical, climax done, rubber discarded! Off he goes... minor guilt and even more regret! That hot buck seed! How soothing it would feel! My big-dicked BF summoned a stranger once to breed me (with a rubber) and I realized I loved being watched (by spectators) getting bred! Dude had a big cock and before cuming he pulled out for the porno-money-shot: I was awe-struck by that gorgeous rippling cut cock with a hairy shaft! How wonderful that fucker would have felt rutting in my hole RAW skin-on-skin! His MONEY-SHOT was obviously his trademark of sorts! He shot HUGE AMOUNTS of buck-seed, even stepped back a few feet like he was demonstrating a skill and it blew ALL THE WAY across the room! To this day I wonder what it would have felt like blasting inside! I didn't even know a fully unapologetic, consequence-accepting bare-backing sub-culture existed! That changed about 2001 as I came out ONCE AGAIN! Still a bit nervous like a virgin at the prison rodeo! Although I had initially topped bare, selectively I let random young bucks top me when I had falsely thought they were bottoms! 'Twinks wanting to top and breed the shirtless circuit muscle-guys' seemed to be a trend! I developed a preference for CUT cocks, their jaded, leathery shafts and total friction-action instead of an uncut dude just 'jerking himself and his loose skin off in a tight ass'. Cut guys with big knobs that flare out and vulgar-dimpled piss-slits became my favorite fetish. LEWD, RUGGED ASS-AULT weapons! I like it a bit rough (pierced nipples, you know) so guys who put out 'rugged' vibes pressed my buttons! Now I'm all in: 'no loads refused' (not being fussy) but a fat, thick, cut, big-headed dick makes me tingle at first sight. The rim of the flaring cock!!! How it feels inside with no rubber forcing it to be a dull sausage! The hottest is when I see the dude's pecker DROOLING precum from his hard-on! Almost all the lube I need. BUCK-DNA-based! The once forbidden delicacy! I like it when I barely know him (another once forbidden fruit) and he like a jaded fuck casually and with routine spit-lubes my hole and let's his drooling mushroom-head tease it! Didn't know the fucker, didn't ask questions, now his dripping DNA is at the point of no return, ready to tag me. NO FLINCHING! What a thrill feeling when a rippling, hardcore cock enters! The self-deprivation of years of serial monogamy, repressed country living and pretend 'safe sex' now make me fully appreciate RAW COCK! I even feel an electrifying 'high' just saying the key code words of the newly-chosen, alternate life-style: "bareback, skin-on-skin, RAW, breeding, cum-dumpster, POZ!" (and more) Of the first ten dudes that bred me raw for my 'third coming out' (this time purposely accepting sketchy, promiscuous anon dudes and openly-poz guys) two had huge PA-piercings... I took them all like a champ! One of the two said: "Whatever I got, you got now!" In my vanilla days, that would have spooked me! Now talk like that electrifies me! Not that I'm seeking VDs like some do, but I accept it as a possible consequence of sports-fucking! I like to tell my tops who breed me that I will keep their seed to full absorption! They seem to love it like a compliment or a big turn-on! Some have promised me to 'hustle up their regular players' to take turns breeding me and that I will have to absorb ALL THEIR DNA for proper bonding and initiation! One guy said he will gather up an icicle of anon cum for one of his 'sessions' and if I'd be willing to accept it before 'the whole gang puts their hot cocks in my chilled, cum-lubed hole'. I said HELL TO THE YEAH! I'm game! I know that all bareback BROTHERS are the same way: they are turned on by promiscuity, by 'team-players', by 'sloppy seconds', by guys committed to keep jizz to full absorption! I'm turned on getting fucked by a guy who has fucked hundreds if not thousands of guys! All jaded and not into being old-fashioned! One of the sexy twinks who fucked me when he was 19, lives in Miami now but is moving back soon! He has become a hardcore barebacker there and says his fantasy is me 'whoring him out to any horny bastard' and after taking yeah many loads he wants to have me fuck him in his sloppy mess and then use that cocktail of anon breeder jizz as lube to breed me... I can't wait!

The whole BEING BRED >>>> RAW<<<< IN FRONT OF OTHERS has become the biggest thrill for me. Especially in a room full of strangers where some still 'scamper for PROTECTION' every now and then, looking for some damn rubbers! And me stepping up front, taking an anon one for the team, as the other DEVOUT BARE-BACKERS gather up, jacking and howling! They have long dismissed the 'timid players' - with puzzled looks and confused smirks! I love the idea of a BAREBACK RODEO: no saddles, no safety net! Skin-on-skin! Getting 'tagged' and branded by the bros! Being recognized as 'the fun one'...