rawsatyr

STORY-TIME: (the extremely jaded on here can skip this as it may be TOO VANILLA, too bisexual for them) I know this blog would be a great opportunity here to brag and exaggerate but I'll try to stick to the facts. OK! My dick is a bit fatter than most, which made my ex-wife wince enough to the point where whether I fucked her in the pussy or in the ass as I once did, didn't seem to get her to relax. We married shortly after high-school. She was just 'petite' and the 'pains' were her problem, but she was a good sport for trying. Separated and in college shortly thereafter, I had the best sex with a girl EVER, in a three-way with my (small-dicked) bf at the time. She took my cock, raw and without hesitation, like a champ with the appropriate sound feedback. I would later describe as 'winning at the casinos'. Sadly though, my addiction to COCK had by that time gotten the better of me. I only had sex with one more chick after that and that mess ended in disaster, soap-opera drama-style, wrestling with her small-dicked husband in the streets of Hollywood... Previously, the first guy I got with was DAN, a bouncer at a gay bar that I had stumbled into, barely legal. Never been to a gay bar until that day. Days later the 'seasoned pro' of a TOP got me into his shabby apartment under a pretense; but I was naive and not prepared. He was over-eager, his cock HUGE and he went straight for the hole. HURT LIKE HELL! Barged in all the way, OUCH barely two seconds in, like a bull! Fucker hit pay-dirt in a bad way. AWKWARD! What do I know!? He disappeared into the bath-room for way long. The gay porn-mags he had there (to get me in the mood) were the first I had ever seen. I rifled through them and my hands were sweating! All guys with huge cocks, holy crap! When Dan reemerged I excused myself, hit the road; hell no, I can't DO this! I reconsidered a week later, marched back to the bar. There was big-dicked Dan but he ignored me. He was already shadowed by a sexy, long-haired twink who apparently knew how to please the 'master's champ-cock'... Ok, I flinched, I lost, 'that world' was hostile towards me... I FAILED! The first guy before my small-dicked BF was a former Falcon porn-top with a fat cock curved to the side. Bruce rode a motorcycle and was the manager of STUDIO ONE in West Hollywood. The gay bitch-boys I worked with scampered to the window like sorority sluts. "You better KEEP him!" Once Bruce introduced me to the owner of Studio One. I was told he was a 'promiscuous philanderer' who fucks anything that moves. TODAY, that would be HOT to me. Back then,me being a twink-chicken, a frightful proposition... especially once I was told he has an even BIGGER COCK than Bruce. A HUGE dick like a horse and he likes to breed and breech (break in and stretch) 'young bucks like you' . In hindsight such a proposition makes me dizzy, but back then it spooked me. Bruce's cock was huge to me, everybody who had seen him 'perform' told me so before I ever saw it. When I 'put out' for him (determined not to lose him) he zeroed in on my ass with the routine of a breeder. POPPERS! He introduced me to them! His vulgar-veiny porn-cock was rigid as it dangled heavily towards my ass as he had my legs up! DAMN what a sight! And his knob had already kissed my cherry-pie with his piss-lips, drooling precum! Totally hot and even though "it's THE 80's", this was gonna be BAREBACK. The poppers had me crave that monster-tool like a demon... he could tell and it slipped in for he heavenly performance. In hindsight I would have been more VERBAL. I never had problems with big dicks after that. I had 'issues' with guys noticing that my bfs after that (other then the small-dick 'second' BF) all seemed to have HUGE cocks and ASSUMING I must be the bottom. An INSATIABLE one, but it was a coincidence! Only in recent years have I changed attitude; after my much younger man accidentally 'converted' me to poz and then my second 'promiscuous' coming out. His big cock make him a very versatile player! We started rounding up guys on grindr, SCRUFF and I did well on BarebackRT. I have taken cocks that were so fat my man winced and couldn't make them fit. It's a bit of a competition. We sometimes play with guys together, sometimes alone. My man moans and complains too much but I take it without flinching. I have ridden a certain buck we share like a demon, highly aggressively but it bends his huge dick and he prefers to take me with my legs up. My man loves it when I'm as he says 'act like a total whore'. I like the STRETCHING feeling of the fat cocks that make my hole zing. To this day I have never had a fist in it although one of our 'regulars' wants to 'get me ready for the BIG LEAGUE' as he calls it! I might need some exercise. My man summoned up a 'couple' last week from 'grindr', both POZ and mostly tops. It came on short notice, after a big dinner, no time to prep, but hey, guys come over for blow-jobs. We all hit it off. I blew the alpha and swallowed and my man struggled with the somewhat younger but HUGE cock on the other. LONG, THICK as a coke-can, really the fattest dick I have ever seen. My man couldn't stretch his mouth far enough to get him off. Dude is a true BULL and the other said 'he can rarely get off... UNLESS he gets to breed BALLS-DEEP'. I pledged to take the challenge, maybe this week! Teasing them with the snowball before swallowing it! I will 'cheat' and have our regular try again 'stretching me for the big league'. My man said 'don't you become a fister'... but I'm told by those who 'GO BIG LEAGUE' that it OPENS UP more than just your hole!

The 'pulling out to cum' must be pandering to 'customer-preference' who want to see the top actually cums and the whole thing isn't 'staged'. Did we ever find sex with condoms exciting??? I didn't! Can't even enjoy it AT ALL! CLICK, next! But the 'pulling out to cum' is so far removed from reality and 'standard bareback protocol' that the charade is as fake as the predictable 'dialog' in porn: 'You want that dick, don't you?' or whatever, all scripts coming off the same worn-out copying machine. And why do some 'professional cum-dumpsters' make noise like their life is at stake? Must be 'old school' expectations! Some situations even look and sound like the 'bitch-racket' was added later in 'editing' when I catch the players' mouths and faces barely move. Hell, you are professionals! You have all the time in the world to practice! Who da fuck is moaning like a damsel in distress? Hell, amateur BAREBACK breeding porn is better than that! In porn I want to see a buck rut like he does 'in the real world': built up to a nasty raw climax (without theatrics and over-the-top spazzing) and finish off 'BALLS-DEEP' to mark his inseminated fuck-hole... a cream-pie is proper proof for me!

I got a few pointers here, thanks guys! I'm still a 'NEWBIE' to the 'sex dungeon scene'. Overall I prefer to be in the center of orgy-action where the lights are illuminating the roaming flesh of lurkers and willing participants and the interaction is non-stop. So to others who are new; here is my take: Only once so far I flung myself into a sling in the darker adjacent niche because someone suggested I do... and there I hung like raw flesh at the meat-market with timid lurkers milling about. Most sneak a peak and move on. Your mind calculates 'rejection'... which of course is just your ego playing tricks! I didn't realize then yet that the 'timid lurkers' mostly do that leering and peeking all night; really to timid to join the fray. I was in there in that sling at best a total of 10 uncomfortable minutes with dark figures timidly inspecting the offerings from afar. Seems like quite a few of the 'customers' are really just lookie-loos like at any cheap yard-sale, not ready to step up and give away their greedy animal nature. I really felt a bit like a vulgar circus freak hollering a silent message: "COME ON GUYS! STEP RIGHT UP! HOT MAN-PUSSY! PRE-LUBED AND READY TO BE BRED! NO LOADS REFUSED! NO PULLING OUT!" Of course, you say nothing and maybe NOT making eye-contact would improve chances for multiple copulations??? I'm thinking of crossing my arms over my face so it is obvious I'm not looking at them in the dark... It does feel a bit 'tingly' to just be a piece of RAW FLESH to be fingered, appraised and maybe finally fucked by any Tom, Dick and Harry, especially once you have committed yourself to the 'NO-LOADS-REFUSED' policy. Like a total slut, to be seen by packs of men in a vulnerable lewd position, to be witnessed and confirmed and certified as a promiscuous bare-backer by total strangers and possibly guys who you have known for years. After that day, the is no 'going back' for a novice! Might as well get used to it! I have to work out the kinks: accepting that the 'milling lurkers' who keep moving on are not a sign of rejection... But the questions remain: Is this all too 'passive-aggressive' for most of them? Do THEY fear rejection? Why don't they come closer? Then tension was finally resolved when my 'go-to-the-sling'- instigator finally showed up: a sexy, twinkish black guy half my age... he was as new to the sling-scene as I was, struggling for the right height and position... and my ass wasn't wet and sloppy enough. I wondered if I should have observed OTHER lewd suitor first, those human VENUS-FLY-TRAPS catching cock and seed in other nooks and crannies... After some awkward fidgeting I went back to the big play-ground, to the orgy scene. A dude came up who knew me by first name. Shocking as I had no clue who he was.... he bred me in full view until he announced he was blowing inside. Eventually I got his name! Can't remember it though. All I know is I want MORE!!! Dick and lewd action!

I can go both ways: lay on my stomach, lay on my back, or I ride the fucking trick like a thief who robbed the bank. I try to pick up on 'subtle cues' and mix it up... if I sense he wants to be in control I just wait for direction. I never flinch or moan like a bitch. Tacky porn protocol, is what that is! If dude likes it when I impale myself and ride I take it balls-deep until his eyes pop out and work for my wicked 'satyr' title!

#concerned1 Only a test could determine that! And most guys who are poz are on meds now, unlike the ones who you see have a fetish for high viral loads and other (what some would call SINISTER plots) aspects of remaining untreated... but seeing how many bottoms on here have gone 'biting the bullet', or wait DODGING IT despite YEARS of bottoming... well unless they are all full of it, I wonder what truth is to it? I'd say: "Get tested, and no matter what the outcome is, you will be better off and more at peace in the end... it is not 1990 any more... even as far back as 2005 the subject wrecked my nerves!

Speaking of Africa: I see that on health-related stories on say BBC etc that in a lot of countries circumcision is pushed hard as a partial 'prophylactic' after a corelation between uncircumcised and unprotected HETERO sex was established. It's men picking it up in big cities and taking it back to their wives. Research articles I have read over time suggests there are certain cells under the foreskin (Langerhans cell (sp.?) that have been implicated as virtually ABSORBING HIV. And much of Africa has a vibrant economy based on travelling truckers who visit high-risk (undiagnosed, untreated) prostitutes without using rubbers. As to 'trusting' information on here or anywhere; it will be up to you to do your own research on-line and see what information you trust. I see a lot of 'fetishes' on here that are glorified where I (politely) take distance and leave it alone. I used to be VERY CONCERNED and skittish about the whole subject... became a quasi-hermit, stumbling from one relationship to another... and one of them can always be YOUR TROJAN WHORE! (I can laugh about it now) #concerned1 I used to be in the same boat as you: caught between lust and spur of the moment, fear and loathing, regret and hypocrisy, unable to fully enjoy the moment! I messed up some very cool friendships because of my 'reservations' - I'm trying to track some of them down but it will never be the same!

Sometimes I catch myself 'getting competitive' when I see more nude pics of my ex on-line than of me... lol

Around my city, quite a few guys talk about parTy, as in TINA or meth. Whatever, I can pass. Especially when I see those who are in a tail-spin! Maybe moderation is possible, just saying! But the thing with CUM being a drug, maybe a placebo... there is something to it. I recall a story about a study that claimed that women feel a high after they take cum and maybe it said 'the same wasn't happening with a condom', I don't recall. But here is my take: us gay guys (in our 'animal nature') aren't 'sniffing the ground for female dogs', we respond to the musky scent of other males. We want to bond with each and almost every one of them, no shame, no fear, slobbering spit on their holes and deep-breathing their manly scent... and cum maybe the ultimate high in the bareback sex scene! Sometimes I feel like a Pavlov-dog as I'm responding to particular scent on a dude (now that with smoke-free bars you can smell 'musky male pheromones' again) Sometimes I see a dude, look at his bulging denims, the ripple of his flaring cut cock (oh dude is hunting commando), the grovel of his voice... and I can say: "Fucker, I can VIRTUALLY TASTE you!" And back to the hotel! Straight to home-run. If he tops me, even the mere anticipation, seeing his leathery cock flopping around, his glaring cum-slit drooling with anticipation to breed, no questions asked, just animal instinct, all that makes me tingle as though I'm high on x! I once had a GAY BULLY BF, a highly-popular, outwardly-straight-appearing type. Always got into fights. Was a total bottom, but the sight of cum made him gag! Weirdest thing! Not sure if he changed; I know he NEVER asked for a condom and did all sorts of drugs... FAST-LANE life-style! He took no personal responsibility for anything he did, always blamed others! He beat up a guy who was fucking him raw for months while they were BOTH doing meth for days. But beat him up only, once he found out his breeder was poz and probably stealthed him. Guys tell me they get VERY UNINHIBITED doing that meth. Coke (when it was still good) worked like a charm for me. But there are the dark sides. I have a 'friend' who doesn't have a pot to piss in, only works odd jobs now 'under the table' mostly to cater to his $100 a day meth-habit! No my idea of 'bliss'... I'm glad I'm past all the 'fear-and-loathing'. Now I reject all the things that held me back: 'conventional relationships', guilt and shame, fear and obsession to 'clean up after sex'. No more rubbers, clinical smells, no quick getting up after sex guiltily queefing buck-juice out and taking a shower to erase all traces. I like a stranger's cum all over me, but preferably swallowed or taken as a booty bump! And I like to savor the musky scent of the buck who bred me for as long as possible. I keep his cum inside me to full absorption and I swear I feel a rush until the next day. Like right now since I got some good last night!

If I knew now years ago, how hard it is for a negative guy (especially a circumcised one like myself) to catch HIV from fucking raw, I would have been a lot more wild and promiscuous. So many of my friends on here are negative even after YEARS of steady raw playing. They, unlike me have no issues with eventually turning poz. I became a quasi-recluse, although jealous guys would cock-block me to their friends as 'oh I don't know... he fucks EVERYBODY!' You can't win. And if you can't win, join them! But sero-conversion was never intended nor desired; but that awkward sex with rubbers ALWAYS killed the moment for me! So I settled for 'cutting down the numbers' and having less sex, with fewer guys. But with the few I did, always bareback and feeling guilty afterwards... what BS all that was! 'IT HAPPENED' when I least expected it; in one of my serial relationships with a seemingly innocent twink who was unaware he was poz, HVL and then one day had issues with bleeding gums... long story short: I'm still with him ten years later and we FINALLY play wild, but both undetectable. In retrospect I deprived myself of AT LEAST 90% of all fun that was available to me in the 'fear-and-loathing-days' of 'vanilla-safer-sex' and all that BS. Now with both of us being undetectable, I catch myself once again still not not fully 'going with the flow'... avoiding self-declared 'negative' guys who for all I know are full of it... which might explain why a boldly and proudly-promiscuous guy or one who has a bio-hazard tattoo is now the ultimate fantasy-in-the-flesh!

I'm sitting here, glowing and beaming with TWO big loads up the ass. Not to brag but I put on a star performance and the dude (whose name I still don't know - big turn-on, the no-name' -for now- anon scene) was the giver of these definitely poz loads! So JUST ONE DUDE, but two loads. He was open to 'keep going' but two hours of RUTTING my latter-day-slut-hole has left me with an adequately violated and used, thoroughly SPERMED sensation. I intend to keep that jizz until it is absorbed, the way total champs like to do. I'm getting more bold and daring, with 'coaching' by my peers on here... So I joined this site just a few months ago and I realized (after reading how WILD other guys are) I could afford to PUMP UP THE VOLUME and pursue sex a lot more aggressively than I have over the years. Being a 'serial monogamist' didn't help but my man and I signing a peace treaty after I caught him cheating (with hardcore fuckers in cyber-space, and I assume... IN THE FLESH) was a first step. Until 3 years ago 'grindr' and 'scruff' were 'no-go' for me, during what had become a quasi asexual BORING routine of traditional bliss. But after I saw his lurid exchanges with random strangers I made him INSTALL THE SEX APPS for me. Told him: "we will both hunt for dick and don't get pissed if I do better than you!" So let's say: we treat fucking as a sport! No safety nets, no saddles, no 'protection', no rubbers, no shame, no inhibitions and no more fear! Being 'on stage' taking random raw cock at a local sex-party venue this last Friday was thoroughly and honestly condoned and encouraged by my man. This weekend he just wanted to go to bed early (while his man was getting RAW DICK from anon strangers) He is cool with that! What good sport he is! I always give him 'blow-by-blow' descriptions of the actions, the players, the scores and the tallies. I expect the same from him! Well I can't lie: I only had two thick cocks in me (on Friday) to bust their nuts. But for that half hour with blind-folds on, brand-new ADIDAS-sneakers and ass up in the air and the ass-open but fashionable leather harness on, open with NO PROTECTION to the anon elements was a super-thrill! I felt some of the less timid guys who were milling about trying to reach into my candy-jar!!! Licking their chops and feeling the jizz I guess. But I'm still way too tight for such loose conduct and anything bigger than a huge cock to go in. My pussy clams up with a prehensile gripper! And few of those unseen, anon players wanted to be in the lime-light like my stripper buddy and me. Just a quick grope at the wild boys and back to the darkness they went! Really kinda a let-down... too many fucking lurkers at this particular venue. So I'm in chat here earlier talking to muscledhorse I guess and a few others who are shamelessly exhibitionist and promiscuous, the way I aspire to be... and a few of my new followers got me fired up with private messages to basically "GO GET'EM TIGER!" So I was firing on all guns that have worked for me in the past: grindr. Barebackrt and Facebook even. The latter has a substantial proportion of my friends who I have played with raw or who by 'association' I know are part of 'team BBBH'. There are several who I had an appetite for, but once again couldn't close the deal. Dammit! BBRT was kinda lame today but my 'raw-sex' hinting new profile on Grindr brought a few risk-loving boys to the yard, eager to share RAW MILK shakes. So a sexy black guy came through, lanky, very smooth with scruffy facial hair, very well-spoken and SMOOTH all over. A delicacy for me. I got excited enough to promptly stick my cock in him and he was a natural. But no... I WANT HIS GORGEOUS COCK!!! "OKAY, he said and went to town... let's see, about 5 now... he got here at 2.30 and we hit it off, right off the bat. We must have fucked for almost two solid hours! And my ass feels like I could take more!!! (late convert, you know?!) Him fucking and me talking about 'skin-on-skin' 'fucking raw' and wanting his poz cum. Yeah, that far we went even before in our lurid chat on grindr. So he fucked me from the back, in the living-room. Then flipped me over, hell yeah he went to town. OH I almost forgot: neither one of us required any lube. Not even sure if he used a bit of spit to prime the pumping, but off we were in the zone. He nutted like a bull as he announced: "READY? Ready for my load!!" Hell yeah and my slut-gripper pussy milked him like a satyr from the x-rated ancient stories. Oh and I have never had a black guy, a really black one, just a couple sexy Yamocha dudes over the years. I had him take pictures of him fucking me, close-ups, but really only two came up later. He was too anxious to fuck; in the bed now backwards, frontwards, side ways... he rutted my hole and he was worried! 'Does it hurt you? Should I stop??" Hell no keep going... nipple-play, dirty talking and fucking and nipple-play! Told him I'll take him to sex-parties and have him breed my man! Told him we need to out 'other barebackers' to each other when we see each other 'at the bars' with our prospective friends;. Bring up the numbers in our circle of bb-bros! He was all up for it. Then we took a short break from fucking. I love looking at a sexy long, cut dick slung lazily against a dude's legs. I told him about bbrt and he had never heard. I helped him install his new profile and I looked earlier and his pic is waiting for approval... I said there is another site (breedingzone) you might want to check out... but let's GET BACK TO FUCKING. Sucked his nipples to get the sexy-slung boner back up to assault weapon status. He is hard-wired nipples-to-dick like me. All that lascivious, promiscuous talk excited him too! "Okay, sit on my dick!" he said as he laid back with a devilish smirk. Oh that is my favorite and I impaled myself like only a raw-riding satyr would on a Minotaur's cock. I promptly broke into a steady pace until I slowed down, worried I might bend his cock or overdue it the way one of my man's stud-muffins acted last time I rode his cock, apparently too painfully hard for him, evil and aggressive like a thief... I was fine then but that dude was 'ouch' - he had me get off and lay back like a bitch instead and performed to full conclusion without a hitch. But TODAY, the newbie and I had the rhythm down from the get-go. I apparently hit his FAVORITE stride, my ass hungrily clenching his cock, my fingers playing with his nipples and riding raw with no sense of shame or flinching! Ten second tops and that second load of his was balls-deep up my aspiring cum-dumpster man-cunt! I put on a damn good show! He was a satisfied customer (as I like to call it) TWO LOADS!!! In me now! My hands are sweating and I'm tingling at another once-forbidden, lascivious, raw fantasy cum true!!!! Hell yeah!

Hmm, well I'm the 'smooth-all-over' type and I shave pubes... love the 'bare-naked wrestler' sports-fucker look. Damn I used to look like a child when I posed nude in pictures (one attached) until I was about 30. Barely had to shave! But sometimes OPPOSITES ATTRACT! Here is how I developed appreciation for hairy types: My man is much younger than me and oddly, much more hairy, even as he was a twink until a few years ago. He hates his body hair, says it makes him sweat! He thinks most guys who top don't want to see hair on a bottom. In part because of all the prized pigs I used to pork! I'm somewhat in the middle on 'hair': Long hair hell yes, facial, scruffy hair hell yes, blondes with lots of 'peach-fuzz' all over BINGO! Just not hair on the back, at least not until 'the conversion'. Ever since joining the bareback team I'm feeling my POWER-BOTTOM RANGE EXPANDING! Stopped being so fussy with others. Like a BAREBACK POWER RANGER I feel I want to take on hairy monsters who used to scare me! Now I yearn for encounters for bad boys and keep myself available for total arrogant jerks and hairy man-bear-pigs! A combination thereof would be hot! I used to cringe over types like that in my goodie-two-shoes vanilla SAFE SEX days when I topped smooth twinks. Well I'm still going for the smooth look on myself because what little chest-hair there is wouldn't be enough to make a frock for a cock-roach out of it. And the smooth, crotch-shaven, inked-and-pierced, urban sports-fucker look of the promiscuous circuit guys coming through town still works for me... but my appetite has opened up for new flavors! So, now I am intrigued by the dangerously-promiscuous 'NO LOADS REFUSED' bareback protocol! I kept reading about it as I explored the bareback scene on-line, intrigued, before plunging into it myself just a couple years back. Told myself I would go that route and not look back! First time I applied that policy was THIS YEAR. Dude showed up at the door from bbrt: 100% not my type: much shorter than me, ok, I have fucked lots of short twinks before. But he was a measly hill-folk TOP, not one bit athletic, big belly, not smooth at all, hair coming out of his shirt and he had a mountain-man-beard! He had no ass, moved like a 'shuffler', bald on top (even though much younger than me) and HAIR ALL OVER! A total MAN-BEAR-PIG! Let's just say: as hot, hairy HONCHO guys go, he was not one of those virile prime specimen. On his (faceless) profile he is specifically looking for 'bottoms who will take his load' as both he and his man are tops and the other top won't bottom for him as he says 'they have guys for that!' Yeah that kinda guy would be me - a 'late-convert' to promiscuous bareback sex! The man-bear-pig was a guy of few words and I was glad he immediately commandeered me with his hand to assume 'doggie' to fuck me from behind. Like "Roll over Grover!" as his wanking dick was drooling copious amounts of ass-appetite on the blanket I had out in the living-room! His cock and jizz I would take but kissing him HELL TO THE NO! He was BY FAR the ugliest mother-fucker I messed with ever, with not even a close contender. If my peers (who are mostly in the pretty-boy-league) saw me talk to him in a bar they would make weird faces, I know, even make hurling sounds. Well I put on a good show for the anxious villain and was verbally encouraging like the best porn-sluts I have seen. Dude nutted fast like a teenager! My POWER-RANGER job was done! He shuffled out the door! One hairy mother-fucker down, many more to go in my cum-dumpster career! No post-coitus regret! Even kept his jizz and didn't queeve the anon potentially-poz DNA out like a suddenly-distressed trailer-park-damsel would do. You know: after the cheap Fireball booze-buzz wears off, and the random suitor she met at the trucker-dive silently sneaks out after the hasty, vile copulation and then hauls ass out of the driveway. No, I felt like a proud warrior, who had proven himself. Put on my snazzy high-dollar jeans, my brightly-colored high-top- sneakers (both bought on-line by my man because he likes that look on me) , confident and cocky with jizz in the ass, strutting like a champ, fixed my hair for a fetching 'pretty-boy-look' and went to the market, hoping by chance, I would find another but more virile, hairy man with an appetite for sloppy seconds! Didn't!!! But I found another hairy player months later: this one much more virile, hair all over, his back and shoulders, a beard. But he had more style. Touching him didn't have the revolting feeling I used to get in the days when after being on the dance-floor with all the other smooth, shirtless guys, out of the darkness some sweaty hairy troll 'accidentally' brushed up against me. No, this was 'willful breeding behavior'. It brought out the total 'opposites-attract-whore' in me! The new 'suitor' from bbrt was also more built, his beard more trimmed, he had a personality. I was all over him and felt a strange 'animal attraction' to his furriness. We even made out! For a minute a thought flashed through my head like 'this is the closest thing to bestiality'. A satyr and a Minotaur! He was all about me being smooth, I could tell, and played with my pierced nipples which are hard-wired to my cock. He was rock-hard and I was rubbing on his man-beast hulk! The insemination followed immediately and the game went on for a while... me riding the beast, rubbing his hairiness and feeling an electric tingling of having 'broken new ground'. He was all: "damn, damn, damn! We need to do this again! You up for a 3-way? My man is a top too and he will want some after I tell him!" HELL YEAH! was my answer - site unseen! Two younger, hairy man-bear-pigs wanting to breed the smooth former 'circuit boy' now retired from the club scene living with a (somewhat hairy) younger man they only heard about in chat... maybe a 4-way, maybe just have a 3-way rutting marathon, two hairy fuckers taking turns on a smooth dude, in between their copious DNA-injections... All was well as long as the 'anon-scene' was part of this program: as in 'no pre-history'. Not that there was any shyness about names, phone numbers or letting fellow bros at the bars know we had all bred. No all that was a prospective thrill! A big turn away from the hypocrisy of nelly West Hollywood queens who are secretive about whom they screw and have fits when someone lets the 'cat out of the bag'. No these little otters wanted to play and let anybody watch!!! FUN! I told my man about my escapade and he asked 'what was his name' and I say 'John' I mean, how absurdly common a name can you have? He asked me if I have his number and of course I did: I read the prefix, the next three.... and he finished by reading the next four from his I-phone. "Oh shit I have worked with him for 6 years! He never showed interest in me!" Well when otter John found out my otter and him had a history he was all apologetic, thought he had done terribly wrong. "I didn't know he was YOUR MAN! We NEVER fuck guys who are friends or work with!" And the otter's man had been to the house, years earlier with my man's best friend. Not that I even recall a face... but they were freaking out! Something about 'not fucking friends to avoid potential DRAMA!' Whatever! With my fetish range now open not just for otters but man-bear-pigs, even a one-time fuck is better than none at all... after all I had the Minotaur's dick, NEXT buck, bull, stallion or mythical beast please!! No crocodile tears over wasted, spilled seed as hairy dude probably jacks off recalling our fuck, with one willing BUT FORBIDDEN cum-dumpster OFF THE MENU, how stupid is that... probably nutting as he recalls breeding my smooth ass!

Well it took me less than 90 day since joining (11+30+31= 72) to be exact to earn the much coveted 'barebacker' badge on 'The BreedingZone'. I was told about the site by a silent fan, an ardent promiscuous barebacker who was among the first dozen who 'broke me in' as I 'came out' a second time; this time abandoning 'conventional gay relationships' and 'safe sex' for the total bareback sports-fucking... hope you guys enjoy my stories, feedback, confessions and kinky fantasies!

I used to be more awkward at group play. Somebody was always jealous or left out or partial to one or the other. My exes would just cheat but get angry if I got attention... dumb shit, petty squabbling! Converting over into the poz-camp and not being so picky certainly has helped a lot! Most of the time it is my man (who accidentally converted me) and I both go hunting together as a team. We go on the prowl on grindr, Scruff, bbrt and in the flesh... sometimes a dude gives one of us attention, sometimes both... some players will be sneaky like habitual cheaters, others bold about their preference. We try not to let all that derail us... 'go with it', I told my man. I have encouraged him to go 'slam-dunk' a cheating punk (still pretending to be goody-two-shoes, but known as a poz cum-dumpster) and encouraged him to go take a load from a dude when I 'couldn't wrap my head around his physical appearance' (daddies with big guts etc) We are very similar in our kinkiness and full commitment to 'sports-fucking'. But physically we are very different... well he only slightly shorter, I have much bigger hands and feet, but his cock seems larger. But he loves how mine is fatter. He is MUCH younger, but hairier and doesn't tan like I do. I have full hair but he is worried about his hair-line... we both fit into size 31 jeans but he is self-conscious about a bit of flab. He started the whole 'extra-curricula-sex' activity when I 'uncovered his plot' to get dickage on the side... after the initial rage I had a calm phase and proposed a 'total sports-fucking strategy'... with few rules. We incorporated predictable 'awkward moments' and bias from players... and decided to 'hang in' until the end of the game and then do the score with a stiff upper lip... maybe even volunteer to be side-lined and taken off the playing field... maybe even pretending a fake injury and let the other be a star... "Oh don't mind my man! He pulled a muscle yesterday and he LOVES to watch!" We did one couple from Chicago (looked like total urban circuit boys/brothers) jaded, inked, professional players... but a line in the profile should have tipped us off for potential trouble: 'should be EQUAL attention to both and NO ONE LEFT OUT'... yeahhh, that seems to be a pre-existing condition and narrow parameters... turned out that one was a needy, nervous control freak who called a FOUL in the middle of the game when his more alpha-bro was tongue-kissing my man with one or the other having his raw cock up his hole... I don't recall, lol... I was fucking the other, I think, but his eyes were on 'guarding his man' making sure his lust wouldn't show too much enthusiasm... "NO KISSING!" he spurted out with nervous alarm and his man complied with what seemed to be a recurring problem with him... well they had issues... we played the game to the quick end for what it was worth and left with a great sense of 'team-spirit' I don't have that problem with 'feeling neglected', trying to incorporate that into devising better game strategies, working on my strengths, my leaner physique, my penchant for exhibitionism... I can let a total jerk selfishly breed my man and kiss all they want... I only once pulled the fire-alarm when my man sat on the couch with a naked player AFTER THE GAME where he had already taken the player's load and then they were making out 'post-coitus' like little girls... I said: "Hey stop with your Lesbian shit!" I need to get over that! I went to a sex-party by myself a few days ago, my man insisted I go - by myself!!! : group-sex performance ON STAGE. My man said: "Hey, it's your birthday and I don't like to be naked in front of a lot of people!" He lived vicariously through my blow-by-blow descriptions the next day... love how casual we have gotten about that. Turns out that one of the guys who comes over to breed my man at home when I step aside was the best fuck of the night ON STAGE for me there... but I have gotten so jaded that I didn't even figure out WHO he was until the next day when my man said: "Yeah you know Tim!! he has been over a few times but you never seemed interested!" No sometimes I just like my man to get all the attention, the dick and cum and just watch... but catch myself watching some movie on TV instead lol... Hey, not every game is exciting!

Very valuable information above for any 'aspiring cum-dumpster'. Sometimes when opportunity BANGS on the door, one needs to 'improvise'. For example, I was 'ambushed' last night with a proposal: to accompany my most 'photogenic' stripper buddy and fetish-wear 'joy-maker' at the local BLACKOUT sex-party. He is a major cum-dumpster and takes loads and dicks like a champ and he is my 'role model'... THE PRESSURE WAS ON to be squeaky clean and ready to rock-and-roll and not 'embarrass' myself as I just KNEW the two of us would be in the best-lit of the dark locations and basically put on a show and get to 'cherry-pick' the players as they would mill about like spectators at the county fair: watching the bull-ruts and the champ-pigs get it on. It was a SEEDY HONOR - failure was not an option! What worked in my favor was that the whole day I had forgone meals the whole day, grindr-hunting and getting lame proposals, you know SAFE and all that - In frustration l nibbled as the day wound down as a MEATLESS Friday! An unsuccessful raw-cock-quest on all channels! No bbrt, grindr and even hitting up the AT WORK regulars wasn't gonna yield the desired candidates... yeah sure, there would have been the 'man-bear-pig' and a few fister couples with play-rooms who I know personally for years and have been begging me to 'hang out'... but I was in a fussy mood, the way I shop for groceries or can look at an all-you-can-eat buffet and then just have one plate of sushi... Right after settling down and running into hard luck my (much younger) man and I had a miserable phase: of eating too much and me moving up to a size 34. As can be predicted me and my man became asexual, like lots of conventional MARRIED couples. Well that all changed when he in a fit of desperation and late-night drunkenness passed out and I caught his phone wide open with MULTIPLE SCRUFF and GRINDR suitors and prospective 'discreet cheaters' indulging with him in very lewd and carnal proposals... The pragmatic peace-deal was struck rather than 'breaking up'! I proposed from now on THE GAME IS ON! Back to the gym, getting wholesome and most of all FREE RAW SEX and no jealousies and TOTAL SPORTS-FUCKING. That has worked out great since those days less than 2 years ago. I'm down to a legit size 31 again! We are now REBORN BREEDERS! True barebackers! No loads refused... pretty much! LOL Well he was tired last night but ENCOURAGED me and my stripper friend to GO AND GET SOME FOR THE TEAM!!! Late start at 10.30 ON THE MAT, expected to be squeaky clean and naked, putting on the exhibitionist show!!!! BUT... just at 6.30, a few hours earlier we had the (once every other day) BIG SALAD dinner: greens, tomatoes, yummies and roasted chicken cut thin... well that could spell disaster. PURGING crossed my mind but I figured 'that's not my thing' and the fuel was already way up the production line... "GO clean out again!" my man instructed, which is kinda hot in light of me going out, EXPECTED to get lots of strangers' cocks as both of us have embraced the bottoming side of the bareback underground. I did like all the advice above... clean and clean, getting passed the 'kink' and seeing indignities go down the drain. Rinse and repeat! It all seemed to go well and ahead of schedule. 'All clear'! But just on a hunch I went back as the clock was ticking and my stripper buddy was getting closer on the highway, updating me... ONE MORE TIME for a nozzle hosing! To make sure! Damn, like I had never really tried earlier, more indignities!!! "I don't think it's going to work today!" I said to my man, as I was despairing that maybe my 'opportunity window' for good clean butt-sex had passed. DAMN! Frustration... but my man said: "Go 'PASSED THE KINK', do it again, walk around, repeat and relax!!!" The devil was right! The little cum-dumpster with his method! Turns me on recalling all the hard champ-cocks I watched him take over the last well, two years, since we joined 'Team bareback'. So at I was on my way, in the adult club at 10.30, rigged up in fetish gear by my friend and his jaded bros. I hit the sex mat and the amateur show went down. Two very articulate black twinks with a quickly professed determination to top! The dude who wanted to 'do me later with a rubber' was quickly dropped from the man-orgy of like 6 other naked players! NO CONDOMS EVER! bores the fuck out of me now! So random anon dicks were sliding up my ass which was hiked up to entice the suitors! Mostly timid players just wanting to make 'skin-on-skin' contact... Still awkward at this... But my luck held out! I had dicks in my ass and awe-struck strangers reach in between, fingering my jizz-blasted insides, verifying TRUE RAW BREEDING had occurred. My stripper buddy bred me too, and the grand prize, the bar-tender with his double-wide Arkansas country-boy, cut, leathery, All-American breeder cock! The awestruck spectators milling about were all jacking to Jesus and no awkward 'malfunction' happened... it all smelled like cum and poppers the whole night, oh yeah and sweat and lube but no 'accidents'... Very important because I CRAVE the jizz and proudly carried my dick-stretched cum-dumpster ass back home and the buck-seed is in the final stages of full absorption! I'm still tingling and my man hasn't even asked me of what went down... love how jaded we have become! No jealousies, just bros discussing 'THE GAME' and the SCORES! But he worked hard all week and he went back to sleep, not having asked me about what went down! Can't wait to tell him! and I suspect that even though I WORKED IT from 10.30 to 1.30, I'm bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.... wanting more cock... no ugly calls of nature yet!!! If I'm lucky and manage to 'evade big breakfast plans', I might be ready and squeaky-clean for the next crew of suitors... Love how me and my bros trade our 'trade secrets' of how to be an 'EVER-READY' cum-dumpster....

No the ex was hooking up/dating/ fucking/co-inhabiting with a dude who was a part-time ATLANTA hooker. But I have a friend here (former best friend) who was proudly on-line for years in Memphis as a call-boy. But if I recall correctly, some of the good-ole-boy snob fags were giving him attitude (at the clubs) and shunning him socially the way high-haired church women would shun a harlot in their midst... lol you know, they take after their mothers and fathers, the wanna-be 'a-listers' (which looked like a motley bunch of piss-ants that fits in a excursion short-bus going to the worst gay bar in Silverlake CA on a Tuesday in the 1980s, lol) And yes, Memphis is too small for that kind of activity: it really requires a city that DRAWS a vibrant, non-native community. Here most are native, occasional transplants who got stuck, like me, and guys who grew up 'in the country surrounding it' like MS, TN, and Arkansas. Lots of hot guys from Arkansas!

That totally intrigues me: the 'poly-amorous' scene; so new spellcheck doesn't accept it as one word. I'll tell you why and use the opportunity to rattle fellow barebackers cages... Back in 2000, my twink Bf was snared up by some player from Atlanta. As painful as it was at the time, if he had been more 'open and less hypocritical' he could have had his COCK AND EATEN IT TOO. The dude was in a threeway relationship in what was originally a two older (seasoned/jaded) players/flight attendants/sex-workers plus a twink forming a sexual threesome. All 3 of them were poz, my man and I were not. Well I was not in the equation. I was at home in Memphis, heart-broken, just slowly putting the pieces of the puzzle together. As relating to you: the players you mention are a TOTAL TOP and a TOTAL BOTTOM. Curious: are you versatile or more like one of them? I know couples where both are bottoms or both are tops and they accordingly hunt for the missing action and bring it in! Some versatile couples do the same, but some get 'jealous'... especially when the other dude starts kissing. I caught myself having that problem! But I have developed my CUCK-side. A 'cuck' (from what I understand) is a dude who enjoys getting his significant bro bred and banged in the most intimate manner by some other buck without getting jealous, instead is aroused and he might even encourage the behavior... I'm trying to wrap my head around making 'unconventional arraignments' work and I'm certain it is possible. Bros who care for each other and are loyal, might make the pragmatic choice of (like me and my man) of separating 'love' and lust! You make sex a SPORT to be enjoyed with company, like a ball-game. If your bros are tops you might bring home some bottoms as TREATS with the promise to them of 'whoring them out' to some anon tops... A 'win-win' in the sex fantasy department! Or the other way: hustle up a buck to let him breed the house bottom while you versatile or not and the other top might watch... or let them bang it out in private... I've done all of those variations: told my man to GO SLAM-DUNK this particular punk I had a crush on for years, breed him balls-deep while I'm at home picking flowers. He has watched me breed a dancer-twink and woken up to me riding his cock. The dancer is now hooked up with another dude who has bred my twice and is a total top and a conventional cheater; which is why their sex-life has come to a dead stop... (I just learned that last week) Total top is sending me his dick pics with his flaring, jaded champ-cock for which I have a major fetish. I can 'virtually FEEL' that ridge inside my aspiring slut-ass as it ruts against my prostate, one of those cocks. You know, like a picture of a big juicy burger makes you go 'Pavlov's dog'!! The total top is a jerk in a relationship but a good fucker! Too bad they just moved away. Had clammed up like conventional broads for the years while they shacked up... now they are craving 'the spice of life'. We just learned that. The dancer is not as 'tiny' any more as when I banged him in the hot-tub but damn he still looks good. Even after married life put pounds on him! I admire those who retire conventionality and cobble together a living situation that accepts and incorporates male promiscuity!

I have both my nipples pierced and my dick, Prince Albert-style. The first time I showed off my pierced nipples on Venice Beach I got quite a few excited stares! A total rush! I started developing a mild fetish for the 'thrill-seeking player-look', embodied with pierced nipples, ears and dicks... and cool tattoos that aren't the idiotic copy-cat 'tribal-bands'. Oh yeah, SHAVED CROTCHES fit in that 'player-fetish' range too! My Prince Albert freaks some guys out and they don't want to bottom with it in. My favorite nipple rings were the ones shaped like barbed wire. Poked a few unsuspecting, crude nipple pinchers with it! Don't know what happened to the barbed-wire show-stoppers, but I'm wearing regular ones now. I think I want to gauge up again... I'm turned on in a big way by other guys with pierced nipples as I'm a bit of a nipple pig now; getting off involves playing with them! When I was still worried about the poz issue, I read that 'having a PA could increase the change of getting HIV from a bottom'. Well, FUCK! Then one day my man (at the time) ran off with some airline tramp from Atlanta. He was (it was discovered later) in the sex-trade too, escorting and already in some bareback threesome living arrangement. My man jumped right in there! DANGER, I didn't know my man was secretly craving. Well one day by chance I see a picture of the 'new dude', posing in a gay rag in a Jeep, buck-naked with a boner and a huge Prince Albert! WOW! Dizzying!!! Within the week I had a Prince Albert! Right in the frenulum cleft of my circumcised cock! The same way a dude in Playgirl once had it, the issue which I kept to jerk off to when internet is down! Total rush! Love the feeling of the ring moving when I'm fucking a dude who is really into getting fucked by a pierced guy! I ONLY topped bare then! I have gone out with friends to bars, straight as well as gay and somehow in playful chat the subject comes up quick. PIERCINGS! "MY FRIEND HAS HIS NIPPLES AND DICK PIERCED!" And then 'dog-and-pony-show' is on! I get center-stage! I'm asked to WHIP IT OUT, pull up my shirt, WOW and girls pulling up their shirts showing off gorgeous pierced knockers... well I'm more interested in the guys and their reactions. And the straight, 'gay-guy-curious' dudes hover around with dilated pupils and failure to blink, wanting to TALK MORE... that works well to open opportunities! "MAN, didn't that hurt???" Strangely, when I had it done, I wanted it so bad and I didn't go for the timid gauge, it was more an exciting S & M rush I guess than true 'pain'. The piercer in West Hollywood, after she did it told me of all the reactions she had gotten over the years, kicking, screaming, cussing, fainting, crying etc mine was the most 'memorable' as I barely flinched and truly just smirked like a devil! Did I mention I did the PA myself? Yeah, discovering that my younger man, my sexy show-pony was getting fucked by some Atlanta party-slut with a huge PA actually turned me on! I followed his example! Thick gauge too, virtually no real 'bleeding'. I Guess I must have a high pain threshold! I keep it out most of the time now in case my new man wants to get fucked. He makes a fuss. But the pierced hole is big enough it doesn't simply 'close up'. When 'duty calls' a little 'stretching' from a pointed rear of a artist paint-brush I make it fit my thicker gauge ring. Then it's SHOW-TIME in slut-town! Once I 'CAME OUT' a second time, as a risk-seeking, POZ, bareback cum-dumpster I encountered my first PIERCED COCKS on others: this time a total rush, both fantasy and physical. Being pierced and having a hardcore, promiscuous player (like that Atlanta slut) slide his pierced raw cock inside me... of the first ten guys I willfully allowed to breed me, TWO had thick gauge Prince Alberts! I had no problems with any of it! Took the raw cock the piercings and the demon-player seed like a champ! Hell yeah! MORE!!!!

Maybe what I'm saying is one should see that one stays in top shape for fucking and not be too dismissive when noticing 'something is wrong'. If you feel like something is wrong, go see the doc. And no, no need to disclose everything. The thing is that not everybody can get hard and excited discovering symptoms of or willfully getting syphillis although it is a hot fetish for some. Years ago a favorite play-mate who I used to fuck (not telling me he was poz) passed that mess on to me (possibly not knowing) I say MESS, because of the awkward events that followed for someone with a long-time physical adress and a real name. Well I go to the doc and next thing I know I get a barrage of letters and phone calls from the health department, even though I already got a shot. Apparently it is 'reportable'. .. a shocker for a novice. I was very embarrassed then, although my skin has gotten thicker about all that now. Back then I got clear instructions to 'give the shot x number of days to work' which I did. But on the second to last day I got a handsome stallion with a big crotch who wanted to get naked with me... I made up an excuse and regret it to this day. I did not tell him why I was a prude, made up some BS about 'the first date'... I have to say that after reading all the 'failed efforts' of guys on here to GET HIV in vain after YEARS of barebacking, I WISHED I had played harder! Now I'm seeking out all the ones who I KNOW are poz. As a former 'mostly-top' I CRAVE the tainted cum of really hardcore guys. If they passed on something by chance, so be it. I'll deal with it!... so maybe that brings some clarity!

I like the above very informative posts! I wonder how many hypocrites who use language like 'neg and disease-free and you be too' in their grindr profiles, don't even realize what all they have already, just sitting dormant. In the 'Deep South' where hypocrisy is widespread, a lot of guys have NO CLUE they are actually poz. And as far as herpes and HPV is concerned, the percentages are in the... what? Double-digit ranges? 30, 40, 50% I actually went to the doctor to get a shot for HPV but no telling if the fucker is already there dormant... and oddly, teenage girls were the first to be urged to get the shot. Teenage boys are just recently featured in commercials, but even the health insurance adjusters (mostly amateur bean-counters) kicked the claim back the first time around as 'medically unnecessary'... yeah right! Now, the thing is this: I'm of the school of thinking to be FEARLESS BUT RESPONSIBLE! Being a public health hazard seems to be a big obsession in chat here! (I sit back and cringe as that fails to 'rattle my cage') Now the thing with herpes is: people get it often without knowing it. Then it goes dormant for a long time or maybe forever. With HPV a long-term consequence is potential cancer; for guys in the butt and for chicks in the coochie I guess... Well I say: for optimum engine performance - check the oil, the transmission fluid and don't drive a clunker!!! Get my drift!??? It's not 'sporting' but negligent! I look at bareback fucking as a MAN SPORT, competitive and spectator sport. I still want to see 'tasty things', not sores and puss! Well just my thing, my hydraulic would fail!!! I like 'rugged warriors', jaded champs, and not twisted sisters who crawl on the field huffing and oozing, like 'tore-up-from-the-floor-up veterans of the sexual revolution'. I don't EXPECT a guy to disclose his POZ status, although him doing so IS a big TURN-ON... especially when he has a bio-hazard tattoo... Beats the holier-than-thou hypocrites who might be more 'broken' than they say they can tolerate others! It all comes back to the hydraulic... if it doesn't work, the game is no fun!