rawsatyr

I could have saved myself a lot of heartache had I accepted male 'predatory promiscuity' (the hunting instinct) as an inevitable trait of the gay territory. All the fucking jealousies and hypocrisies and two-timing cheats! Had we (the 4 or so prior BF) discussed it, 'THE TERMS', maybe we I could have had FUN with tricks, treating all the sexual escapades like a sport! (unfortunately, some gay guys emulate the behavior of their philandering hetero fathers) Let's face it: monogamy was something pushed onto humanity by the assorted cults (religions) to create order in the heterosexual reproduction process and to 'keep peace in the village'! Arranged marriages, contracts between patriarchal clans. Love would be secondary! 'That one there, she will do! Good birthin hips!' SOLD!!!! Done deal! "Now you gotta stick with the broad who raises your brood!" Porking for reproduction! 'Sex is naughty, dirty', all that malarkey! Of course the males in hetero society (if they are slick and cunning and can afford it by higher rank and income) tend to have a 'mistress' or many of them... (nudge, nudge, wink, wink by their approving male peers) Not just to habitual flirting his homely wife sees him do, but the locker-room talk and banging her balls-to-the-wall without a condom behind the wife's back as they typically do! ...and the betrodden broad at home, is forced to condone and miserably bites her lip and keeps cooking and washing diapers... as her philandering alpha male goes about deep-sixing his champ-cock into every Louisa, Katrina and giggling goose. The giggling goose maybe 'lawfully wedded' to some sexually frustrated, small-dicked beta-gander who talks a lot about scripture but barely enjoys humping his damsel's sloppy pussy (for reasons best known by himself) and saves his meager semen production for the rare occasion when the next offspring is due. Hence his eagerly embraced belief that recreational 'SEX IS DIRTY' which fits in nicely! And these situations are when the giggling goose might prove herself as a cunning cunt with a plan! (yes, I read the following in some science paper) Apparently human nature and the evolutionary process favors big-dicked, massive cum-gushers and promiscuous cheaters!!!! A broad who gets a dribble of seed from her less enthusiastic spawning mate might quickly take THE REAL DEAL, either before or after, a cheater's champ-cock, the bigger, the better, blasting her coochie full with a gusher of cum that forces the genes of the slicker willy to the head of the cue. The beta gander prides himself of the bulging belly in his damsel although he might be raising the fruit of the alpha-cheater. Alpha cheaters typically move on to greener pastures with the hunting instinct always intact. Damsel might be in distress for a New York minute but will soon find another part-time suitor when the candles and the broom-stick won't do any more... I understand some of the GAY opponents of gay marriage: guys forcing an unrealistic society artifact on themselves, becoming quasi-neutered and overly domesticated! But what is good for the philandering gander in a gay relationship can also be good for the giggling goose! I consider my 'gay marriage' a hybrid! Simple-minded fags are confused! What are you all doing? Open relationship? Here in the DEEP SOUTH disapproving queens are quick to judge and they show their conventional roots. Mouth opens and the church-lady's tacky purse falls out, with here bible, poppers and the cell-phone with grindr and SCRUFF app wide open... Since joining the... what may I call it? The 'fearless, post-poz-scare bareback sports-fucking underground' maybe? The bare-back rodeo?? Well since 'embracing bareback promiscuity' I have learned that both my man and I, as well as ALL of our assorted play-mates have responded the same way: we are turned on by 'scoring', by 'sloppy seconds', by BREEDING and SEEDING, absorbing a stranger's cum, by dominating beta males, by anon alphas who leave their copious DNA in our prospective play-mates. We feel a liberated RUSH, a belonging to a fornication fraternity. We have left behind conventional thinking and the rubbers in the dust-bin of our past. Sure we have limitation of what turns us on and I won't list mine as not to be a downer for those who do go that route, you know, the assorted 'basements below the basement' at the sub-culture's game-rooms. But it's like a buffet: you don't have to have the frog-legs or get bent out of shape when your man nibbles at them. I'm lucky in that my man and I are pretty much on the same page. For example: one of our 'play-mates' came over the other day and played with my ass: 'stretched' it with his (much smaller than my hands) hands, so as he said "I loosen you up for the big cocks at the sex-parties". And then he took a picture (I shared it on here) My man joked: "I don't want to need adult diapers! But I'll TAKE CARE OF YOU! lol" (ps: I don't like the 'pro-lapse-scene' either) Well we both agree we like jaded cum-dumpsters! Like this guy Danny my man sometimes fucks for sport. It turns me on to know 'the kid' (as I recall him from his underaged club-days) is now a cum-guzzling cum-dumpster and we pretend to buy every hypocrisy he habitually spouts: "Are you CLEAN?" He utters as a smoke-screen to guys he randomly hooks up with, although the word is out he has been poz and he is a chronic jealous cheater. He is so fucking cute, I urged my hesitating man to "GO GO GO! Slam-dunk that punk!" when he had him on the grindr hook! Danny blew up several 'perfect unions of two fairy-tale-princes-in-a fake-happily-ever-after' relationships with his hypocrisy and dishonesty! AND one gay marriage too, and he isn't even 35 yet? My man is 30! Porked him with his fat wiener and blasted a load in his promiscuous slut-hole. I can jack off to that thought alone! The other day my man was mad at me after the trick came over to 'stretch my hole' and fuck it for an hour! Not because of the guy. Oh no, he is fine with Mark coming over. Mark is manly, married, poz and in an asexual hetero relationship. Works in construction and likes to get his rocks off; he is my 'wing-man' at the sex-parties (leads the bucks up to breed me) No, my man was mad because we 'ruined the bed-spread' with all the lube. And it's one of the 'frilly things' you really can't wash... lol

So I wonder what constitutes a 'full-fledged' initiation into the bareback brotherhood? Random, isolated raw hook-ups? Hardly! Dozens of dudes? Hundreds? Raw bondings in public witnessed by multiple bystanders? Raw gang-bang participation? Indiscriminate acceptance of any willing breeder and his load? Being the bottom and cum-dumpster in a ritual, anon breeding session? Certainly a true bb-player takes virtually ANY load, right? And keeps it to full absorption!!!? Right?

On that subject, of 'not conventionally atractive': one of my fairly handsome and very studly straight 'acquaintances' from way back always 'dated' really... shockingly hefty and homely chicks. His friends called him 'pig-fucker' for a nick-name and he seemed to relish in the dubious reputation of always having 'plenty of plus-sized pussy'. He always grinned ear to ear! He said he loves the way the 'bigguns' are ALL ABOUT HIM, suck dick for days, swallow and never complain... ...as relating to myself: I have (in recent years, upon joining the 'seedy RAW underground') caught myself having a strange attraction to potentially sleazy guys (for play) who my vanilla friends had WARNED me of as 'forbidden, toxic fruit', or in other words: 'he is trouble', 'he is a total slut', he 'gets around', 'fucking him feels like throwing a hot-dog down a hallway'... Although they are rarely unattractive, they seem to be shunned by the pompous righteous queens; you know like those 'elitist ones' who dismissively snap their fingers at all the UNFORTUNATE gays, those not wearing the last season of high-end designers on the LOGO dating show! (an unfortunate outgrowth of our highly divisive 'gay community') Opposite to that, I have met guys who told me they like to pick up, as they called it, 'wretches from the fringe of society', clean them up and have sex with them... The motto of the bareback brotherhood meanwhile is "NO LOADS REFUSED!" Kinda thrilling, as in 'don't be a prude'! I have known younger friends (barely legal) who I considered 'too innocent, popular and cute', TOO UN-SPORTSMAN-like to even look at. Come to find out, they had me fooled. One in particular would ask an older, hardcore bar-fly 'buddy' to whore 'my ass out' at dumpy truck-stops in West Memphis Arkansas (a major hub) and have hardcore promiscuous 'daddies' fuck him. And anecdotes galore, delight in 'the sleazier the better'... always BARE and even talking seductively-dirty like a randy vixen to his priced breeding bucks: inked and pierced bad-ass dudes with bio-hazard tats. I didn't find out until a couple years later.... clueless! I learned a lesson out of all of that. First the pretentious, conceited queens on LOGO are gross - not a role model! And I myself have recently let a guy fuck me who in my vanilla days I would have never even remotely considered as... well, 'not-AT-ALL-MY-TYPE' (honestly a zero on the scale of things I find attractive) whatever... a genuine man-bear-pig but I was determined to take one for the team and to let him rut my hole and dump his load! He rutted me from behind so the beard and belly (not my thing) were not in sight! If my main-stream peers knew any of this they would be, what's the word... well 'shocked and appalled'! But it was a rush nevertheless... (disclaimer: this commentary is without claim to be fully 'politically correct'. No feelings are supposed to be 'hurt', nor have any persons, animals or mythical creatures been harmed in the writing of it - it is for entertainment purposes ONLY)

Well I did it! Went to the sports-fuck party in fashionable sneakers and an ass-open red jock-strap and scanned the players! Two had already bred me in the past, OFF CAMPUS, in private and one (at the party) ran with me as my 'wing-man'... still early in the game but I was eager to be the early worm that gets eaten by the bird! Still being fussy... a bearded redneck looked kinda appropriate, but not cocky enough! My opening line seemed too aggressive, in full view of everyone at the bar... in the dark this farmer-type would have probably gone for it! One total stud-muffin walked in like a pro, looked like he would be 'out-of-my-league' and an out-lyer in the company present. I'm 'toned-and-tan' but he was a show-buck muscle-dude, shorter than me, but built like a brick-shithouse, rippling abs and whatnot. Possibly a conceited fuck who habitually cheats on a hunky BF, you know the look! A promiscuous fuck who can't ever get enough! PERFECT! After 'circling the prey' and assessing the 'order-in-the-food-chain' I determined TODAY I will reach for the stars!! Still learning the ropes of the 'rough-trade' with as few words as possible. My wingman, noting my interest, said: "He was here last time and got his nut fast and was gone. You better move quick!" I have a way of coming across TOO COCKY and confident to possibly reveal I'm a willing bottom now, an aggressive cum-dumpster eager to make up for years of depriving myself of potentially UNSAFE loads. You know how you have been WARNED of the 'forbidden raw oysters' during the passionate summer months... alien, sketchy DNA, RAW from the shell, a grotesque venue for the vanilla boys who like everything cooked and packaged. Potentially lethal fugu, sashimi and raw oyster, the RRRAW and WRRIGGLING pleasures are not for everyone. But THE SKETCHY and danger becomes an addiction for the 'lost boys' who play the primal rutting games! Like over-charged bulls in the pasture who take turns on each others shit-hole... (don't say 'gross'! I have read grosser on here) Circling potential prey, slowly losing inhibitions!! Who is the first for contact sport? There was a nelly twink with one of those idiotic 'man-buns' jerking his wand like a mad magician, skipping through the dark nooks and crannies without focus... I did a courtesy-grab on his package but he skittishly backed off saying: "Oh I'm here only to watch!' Was that rejection? Nah, my wingman said, he is just a frightened chicken and that's all he ever does... 'look and jerk! Get his nut and flutter off!' Well anyway, with that pre-packaged, gluten-free chicken off the menu, I'm off to study the seasoned pork and beef... and the FUGU!!!!! I made my move when the beefy stud-muffin was in a dark room by himself - pinned him against the wall to see what would happen... found my way down his to his cock and sucked it the way I do my man... tongue on the clefted groove under his well-circumcised cock! Down the shaft, balls-deep to gagging and.... REPEAT! An audience of spectators materialized out of nowhere! I vaguely noted two who might be watching but those other ten guys will see me some time at MAPCO and know it was me who got THE PARTY STARTED. HOT! I'm getting a reputation! Hope that leads to lots of future lewd propositions and off-campus invites to 'hey, we have guys coming over - wanna join?' At some point my wingman directed me to turn around; back up against the dude's cock. Shameless bareback, still a rush every time! He stabbed it at my hole and the tight bushing offered resistance. Damn, I haven't practiced in forever... a quick application of spit and the fucker slid right in! HOLY SHIT! An intense sensation! No teenage courtesy tenderness! No restraint! Straight to catering to his selfish pleasures! My self-chosen trade-mark is not to flinch and whimper like a bitch! I hate that Armand Rizzo shit! Hell I got my nipples pierced in Los Angeles without even flinching and the seasoned piercer told me she had NEVER seen anybody be that 'nonchalant' about it! That proves that 'craved pleasure' and inevitable pain are delightfully close together! And I was determined to please that fucker like a seasoned slut would and get his first load. I 'assumed position', bent down, my hands on my knees, growling like a satyr-beast as it comes naturally. The dire discomfort from the selfish, crude rutting soon dissipated as the dude found his rhythm. I never let them know I'm rusty when I am. That would be detriment to my slut reputation. The first anon copulation of the event and it's star-buck and the novice-in-disguise getting center-stage! YEAH BABY!!! Trying to let myself reach the 'trance-stage' without going TIMBER!!! Hell I don't want to lose my balance on stage! Ten guys watching, jerking off. One bears a responsibility to ones fans! Hell I should do porn. Or should HAVE DONE! And be in Los Angeles or Atlanta doing it, not in repressed Tennessee. Well, the star-buck took his time. I love the thought of a JADED FUCKER, whose cock has dip-sticked so many hot engines he has long lost count. For all I know I'm in the 4-digit-range of his life-time scores! If I'm lucky he might remember! The more popular and promiscuous a buck is, the more it turns me on! I for sure will milk that jaded, spoiled breeder-cock for what it's worth and get all the spectator attention while I have it. Failure is not an option! Wearing out (because IT HURTS) is not an option! Not taking a load because he never told me his 'status' is not an option... that was in the vanilla days! The fucker rutted for what seemed an eternity and I never got a hard-on. Damn, that will be the next stage in my sexual liberation. Just popping a woodie as the random stranger's bare knob plunges in! Well, he got his nut and I aggressively took his sketchy, jaded DNA, grinding my ass against him BALLS-DEEP and worked his cock as good as the best porn-sluts I seen take it. Not to brag but I seem to get a reputation on that! When we disengaged, dude was more squirmy that me. My ass took his anon seed like desperately needed balsam. His dick was 'tender' by then, the post-coitus phase of intense breeding. To show my jaded appreciation I slapped him on the shoulder and wandered off like a much more seasoned cum-dumpster than I really am, with the proud swagger of the celebrated champ at the bareback rodeo. The jerking pack of fans all kinda pounced on the breeder as I left! Not sure what was coming next... I think my job was to stay and give it up for everybody else... in retrospect! Well next time! Swallow cum and take every anon stranger drooling in the spectator ranks! Him possibly just thinking of the 'star-buck' his premium jizz-lube on the cock, nutting and blending his jizz with Mister Stud. My role possibly being trivial, maybe not! But then every other guy would follow and drop a load, following the leader of the pack! What a rush that thought is! But my 'man-cunt' was sore... I need more practice...

Reading all you guy's comments got me excited! So here is my take on 'embracing sluttiness': Since 'cuming out' into the bareback scene (as a late entry), I have embraced (almost every) once 'forbidden dangerous' aspect and behavior: promiscuity, group play, no rubbers EVER, anon, cum-dumpsters, hardcore players, guys with bio-hazard tats, POZ-talk, jaded, pierced guys who 'the good boys' used to try to malign as 'dirty' or 'he gets around' calling them sluts and whores (now a term of endearment, a batch of honor).... when I see a dude with an 'elongated fuck-hole' I feel a tingling sensation, a rush! I imagine all the BUCKS who rutted his hole, BARE, leaving the sign of a well-conditioned, cock-hungry cum-dumpster. And if he wants to top me it's an extra rush! Me sharing HIS HISTORY, tying into the bb-brotherhood! But I used to top mostly in early years and be freaked by 'unsafe sex' where I was expected to bottom. I fucked them without rubbers but had my 'limits'. Now I have free ass for any bro who wants at it! Of the first TEN guys from BBRT at least two were very HARDCORE, as in OUT, bold, promiscuous fuckers with thick cocks and a PA (one a 4-gauge the other a 2-gauge, I guess, I wear a Prince Albert too sometimes). One of the two puts on monthly sex parties with his bro and the other claims to be a 'cum-dumpster for all' but topped me out of the blue, once he realized I was sorta NEW to the scene and open-mouthed followed his cocky tales and scandalous admissions of promiscuous exploits wide-eyed and without blinking. Then it was ON! He fucked me raw with his huge PA on the 8 inch bottom-boy cock! I guess it's a thrill to 'initiate' a quasi-novice???? One of the ten was a military guy 'getting action' while his condoning man was away. One other breeder cheats on his gay husband (being a 'mistress-slut' used to be a no-no for me) and gets extra excited when we talk about me 'serving SLOPPY SECONDS today'. One trick was a total 'man-bear-pig' who would have scored a zero on the chart of what I normally like (my reputation, mostly undeserved, is that I like them YOUNG. No, it's just that Southern guys my age in my town act like farts from the 1980s, the decade my man was born). Man-bear-pig was much younger than me but hell, he didn't age well. But he got a boner for my ass, medium-sized boner, emerging from under his pork-belly and I encouraged him with cocky lines from cheap porn. Fucker rutted silently, got his nut, mission accomplished! I put on my denims giving him the signal it's time to go. He was ugly and boring enough, kissing him would have been out-of-the question. But his dick went into me bare! NO LOADS REFUSED! The motto of the bb-brotherhood. After he left, I sniffed the cum dripping from my hole after he tagged me and found it 'spermectically-delicious'! Kept his ugly-dog sperm to full absorption just like I did the copious sperm sample a score 10 dude from the sex-party on Saturday. The man-bear-pig claims his husband won't put out and that he says there are 'guys out there who bottom for anybody'. Yeah that would be me! One trick (in the first month after FULLY coming out) with an extra thick cock told me he has seen me for years, always WANTED A PIECE (I never noticed him) so I dropped my clothes on cue as I knew what that would do for him. Him all top and all! I rode his thick, cut meat with just spit and his dripping precum (a no-no in the safe days) Now a precum-dripping, cut cock, a VULGAR, BARE KNOB with a big piss-slit oozing precum is all the invitation I need! I'll slap some spit on my ass and go to town like I stole the bank. Dude accordingly, getting a guy he 'always wanted' was in pig-heaven, hell yeah, and with his champ-cock balls-deep in me, feeling my ass-cunt stretched to the zinger, the show was awesome! I didn't flinch and rode his cock like a demon satyr for his maximum pleasure, talking dirty and growling like a seasoned man-whore. That nut was awesome too and pulsing. Wonder if he can shoot clear across the room like the guys I used to fuck when rubbers wer worn and they pulled out, rubber off and shot their 'potentially dangerous loads' into empty space onto the carpet, what a waste that was! Anyway, all that made me feel like a proper whore who could get money if I wasn't giving it away for free. Dude told me he wants to breed me again real soon, with a 'PACK of his bros', shove an ice-cube of anon seed in my ass and then make me feel his hot cock and gushing hot, poz seed... he came over once after that fantastic breeding and my man promptly wanted his cock but sadly it was too fat for him...lol Yeah right! I know most underground breeders like to just fuck and say nothing and that is a fulfilled fantasy too: embracing sex with TOTAL JERKS with secretive natures; basically 'ass-holes' incapable of honesty and relationships! Always getting busted cheating! Good for fucking but not talking! Guys who cheat, lie and tag every halfway DOABLE dude that crosses their path at the right time. Maybe just one primal, hardcore breeding, SCANDALOUS even for them, then avoid you. Pretend it didn't happen, Hope you won't out them to the toy-friend of the month. All the shit that in the 'conventional days' used to drive us mad, make us jealous. Seeing the dude who rutted and seeded you the day before, now working on roping in a new filly, crotch bulging, eager to close the deal at the bar so he can proceed to 'now serving No.827'. I still need more practice but I know I put on a GOOD SEX SHOW as the aggressive bottom at the sex-party, taking cock and jizz from the star-stud-muffin. Hope I get good YELP reviews and a REPUTATION! I'm new! And I enjoyed at least ten guys standing around, jerking off. I should have said; "Jerk off on my hole!' or maybe "Okay, who is next?" But my ass was sore, because I have skipped 'practice' for the last couple weeks, so I was rusty. I didn't whimper though as I think that is a sign of poor performance. I took it like a champ and walked off with a jizz-lubed swagger. The two PA-guys were there too, ready to breed but they got into the action late and my man was waiting at home.... he wanted my porn-buck-bred ass. Too bad he was sloppy drunk by the time we 'got to it' and he hardly remembers the events the next morning... he is a bit young, but jaded like me. He introduced me into the 'secretive world' btw... things he got hooked on as a pole-dancer in West Hollywood back in 2005 when he couldn't even legally drink yet...

Yeah so my profile basically gives away that, in comparison, to my more 'advanced bros' I'm basically a 'virgin' with 'promising prospects'. Harmless, anxious to be fully initiated. That will require a 'team-effort' and I suspect me 'being a good sport' and hop in the sling and take one for the team. I'm still in awe watching guys tell their raw exploits on here. I'm a late-comer who only 'poached' the bb-bros from the side-lines. Amazed at how easily the guys would let you breed them balls-deep and have a care in the world. At least not past the customary 'lipservice'! You 'clean' bro? Right'? Topped the easily compliant and made a decent reputation for myself as one 'he who GETS AROUND'. But then those were prudes, jealous about my alleged 'promiscuity' which I would have denied! Honestly, the total score in the early years was at best 100! ! In earnest I only jumped the 'fence' to the reckless bareback rodeos just several years back, after a long hiatus, letting a mere dozen or so bucks stick it to me raw and remembering virtually every one of them... then my new man ( a popular twink) 'introduced' me to the poz-world. No tear was shed but sex became 'habitual and boring home-body-style. Until I caught my man lewdly fishing for tops on grindr and scruff. And finally that fence of fear came down. There is a whole, wild, seedy and thrill-seeking underground of players; ready to engage at the drop of a hat. Gone are the formalities, the jealousies and the BS. Now I'm craving anon, promiscuous players who want to top and speak few words if any. A total JERK, an arrogant, conceited fuck would be nice; a fucking liar who cheats on his BF for all I care. The first sex-party was a bit of a let-down. Me too anxious to get back home after 'scanning the buffet' instead of being slung into the sling as the host of the 40-some attendees was getting me to get center-stage. I bailed early, with a brief relapse of guilt. And more than half the dudes were nothing I would consider... until I embraced the 'no loads refused' policy! I practiced with a loathsome 'man-bear-pig' I rustled up on bbrt and put on a good show and gave him verbal cues that had him shoot his copious load right up my ass. Dick wasn't that big but it was a 'new frontier'... close enough for anon sex. Today is a rerun: same sex party underground. My man is out with the girls, watching fucking chick flicks and what-not. He cleaned his ass before he left so he might be getting some dick before or after. Or just be ready for the grindr-rush later on... it turns me on when I smell another buck on him! So my fellow bb-bros: what should be my approach? Don't laugh but it's a bit like my first audition in Hollywood, not like the NEXT/REJECTED 100 times routine as it is for most actors. Well this is an amateur production and I can put on a show. I intend to hog the sling and let every jerk who looks randy breed my hole. That would be only fair after bb-breeding the dozens and dozens of cute twinks during the 'harmless phase'... and letting flirting pretty boys fuck me raw. Now I'm ready for the 'indiscriminate, anon, promiscuous scene'. I hope I won't flinch.

All the things that were once 'forbidden', taboo or 'too risky' are now a big turn-on: somebody say 'poz', promiscuous, anon, sports-fucking, any of that and it gives me a boner. Just don't feel 'fully initiated' until submitting myself to RAW, random breeding session to promiscuous strangers, in a sling, in full view of others...

Playing in Atlanta is really 'quite easy'. like shooting fish in a barrel. Haven't gotten back there since fully joining the bb-brotherhood!

So there is a top buck from out of town at the hotel who isn't popping up as 'checked in' at the hotel yet, a BB-Sex-party in the country, and my man being a putz, unwilling to be a sport. I'm yearning for some anon JERK cum up my hole... maybe I need to go to the bars. So WHERE and HOW can I get a BREEDINGZONE T-shirt to make sure I give the seedy crowd enough clues as to what I'm up to? SO UPDATE: my (much younger) man had a change of heart as the 'ring-leader' of the sex-party texted him too. Suddenly him in primp-mode, what to wear to a sex-party? It's a long drive out into the country, deepest rural Tennessee, right at the border to Mississippi. You would never expect that something like that exists out here. My 'coming out' to the 'promiscuous bareback scene' is still all very recent and just saying THE WORDS is almost like a magic spell that suddenly 'opens doors into a dark seedy world'. As a novice you realize that there are those who 'practice TABOO magic' and those who are just muggles! A child-like excitement that is hard to follow for the more hardcore bros on here I'm sure. Two of my first 'scores' while hunting on bbrt were there at the party: both with big dicks and Prince Alberts. I remember hooking up with them and relishing the banter I had: loudly and openly discussing assorted exploits of theirs, swapping tales of swapping cum with total strangers between here, Atlanta and New Orleans. All conquests the vanilla bar-cruisers would hush-hush about and probably deny. One of them even casually admitting to the 'pitfalls' of the dark-trade, something nobody would do if they were bragging. He said he likes to be bred by 'packs of black guys' and loves getting fisted like a fiend. Realizing I was a novice stunned and startled, he was like a bro who 'guides' the new-comer: "You gotta be careful with these Memphis blacks!" he warned "Half of them are thugs on drugs and may come back any time of day and night and hit you up for money and steal you blind!" But he said he sure 'loves black cock' and laughed loudly as he admitted 'coming up with another disease' he catches and that he frequently over the years walks into the health department like a regular at a service station. Well anyway, he was the embodiment of the 'dangerous players' I used to avoid. After fisting him like Thanksgiving turkey (first and last time I ever did that) he ravaged me with his eight-inch cock and the monstrous PA and verbally relished the fact that I took his POZ load like a champ... Well at the party were about ten guys: half of them naked. Among them were the two PA monsters who I had fucked before and the younger BF of the 'ring-leader' whose dangling dick-knob I was admiring as he was making drinks. My favorite thing was to eat his ass as he threw himself into a sling and everybody got to watch... my man got so turned on he made me step aside so he could breed him. And here just a couple hours ago he was 'a putz' wanting to 'stay in and eat chili'. It was a back-and-forth, a free-for-all, my man sticking his fat cock in every Tom. Dick and Harry as I like it and him being puzzled as I'm discussing with a heavily tattooed porn-producer letting me be the 'BB-penata' in an 'amateur porn' as only three states in the union allow the 'professional' production of porn. "But everybody likes AMATEUR porn, non-scripted!" 'Close-up shots of being bred, no pulling out, no 'jerking on the ass', loads delivered BALLS-DEEP, no 'proof for dummies' just dripping cum!" HELL YEAH! My man and the bred host BF were later making plans of 'US FOUR' spending a 'seedy weekend' at a gay resort near Nashville soon... dark-rooms and all! The thing is: when we got home, my man still didn't have enough! He summoned up some closet frat-boy, a hunky very articulate black 'kid' who claims to be 'straight' but is on grindr all the time. My man accommodated him with a blow-job forever until I had to make noise to let him know 'time is up'. Dude didn't want to fuck, but CUDDLE, he didn't mind! Fuck that! I already got that part out of the equation because after half an hour 'a standard hooker goes into over-time' and I started snooping: watching my man make his magic demon-tongue work along the long shaft of the frat-boys cock after I presume he nutted at least twice already. So after my man had been a genuine slut, with more scores than I have EVER seen him add to his belt in a night, he breed me and gave me a full load. My favorite thrill: TRAMP LOADS! The night would have been perfect had he not gotten sloppy drunk and fallen asleep with his half-eaten bowl of chili on the couch... but he is learning!

(This is a 'beginner-story', pretty vanilla... you hard-core players might think it's a HALLMARK moment!) So I came out 'late' to the official bareback scene a couple years ago. By that I mean that for the many deprived years before I occasionally guiltily 'poached'. I made the tops 'RIDE WITH SADDLE' but I rode virtually every bottom player bare. Ass up and no mention of rubbers which was all new to me! If me, then who else has rutted this hole? (in retrospect a HUGE TURN-ON) They all come from repressed towns in Mississippi, Missouri and Arkansas and dysfunctional TN-hell-holes, daddy-issues and broken homes, all gathering at these two clubs in Memphis. And when they go to town, they let it ALL OUT, along with the local hotties and occasional, visiting 'BIG-CITY-RAIDERS'. Put out right away, RAW! Me, still spooked by the notion! My 'selections' were very frugal and tried to pick the 'good boys', skipped the super-cute, 'INNOCENT'-looking ones that made my heart melt! But some of these 'forbidden fruit' were WAY AHEAD of me, 'toxic' even (as in purposely taking badass trucker dicks in trucker parking lots in West Memphis, RAW!!!) But most of that I found out later when all those stories TURN ME ON! Which was MUCH LATER! Like two years ago! Innocent looks can be deceiving! The 'innocent' were sneakily speeding in the fast-lane of life and I missed out on those low-hanging fruit!!!! Such hot fuckers! But I fucked all the 'select' players (wild enough and forward) raw and and at least one was a hardcore porn-bottom when he came to strip at the club. CONDOMS always ruined the mood for me, every time! Fucked my 'hydraulic' up thinking of what the drama is about! So I gave up messing with them. I figured, 'as a top 'I'm less likely to catch the booty-flu with my thick cut dick! LOL I still 'labored with the delusion' that the ideal 'GAY STATE' is to have a faithful partner, but that didn't work out so well. One had me so dick-whipped I eventually moved to the Midsouth bible-belt city he came from: all for his big dick and show-stopper looks, well and a half-baked job-offer. Once the fairy-tale illusion of 'Mister Right' went to hell, all the ones I fucked from then on were much younger... the pickings were easy; like shooting fish in a barrel... one of them fuckers actually broke my heart. From then it was ON! I had to BECOME MORE COMPETITIVE in the man-on-man sport! The heart-breaker always cheated with the BAD BOYS: strippers, escorts, Atlanta air-line sluts... I was 'too tame'! So I UPPED THE ANTE!!! As it turned out, there was a whole fan-club lying in wait for us to break up. They were mostly twinks looking like bottoms but each turned out to be a TOP and wanted to breed me raw. For all I know it was like a scheme of the young cowboys eager to add prized bulls to their score-belt! I took their anxious-throbbing cocks and seed like a "HOLE-y SACRAMENT", my 'nude dance on the edge of the volcano'!!! It was really a thrill-ride, an E-ticket at Disney, the 'forbidden zone' the broken TABOO! A stable of rutting bucks: first Timmy, the shaggy-haired 'playa' who my heart-breaker ex-BF dismissed as a 'looks like a damn Lesbian!' Then came pretty Eric the coat-check, then gay-curious Kyle, lanky Adam and studly Zak (who intrigued me with his casual mentioning of college bareback-parties in Little Rock), to name a few. Miraculously they were all big-dicked and all bred me like champs. Well I bred Zak too, but the whole BAREBACK RODEO-thing was new to me! This time I BOTTOMED RAW, almost out-of-spite to my cheating ex, hoping the word would get out to him. And I took each like a champ, milked their cocks and put on a good show. I'm told that (before YELP reviews) my champ cum-dumpster reputation was being earned: hardcore, one raw cock at a time! You see, I would not let the 'heart-breaker' bareback me anymore after his numerous escapades. He fucked some POZ-horse-farmer (nice guy, we became friends later) from Mississippi and then went off with this broad-shouldered Tina-Top from Pontotoc Mississippi and that was the end of him (for me). That dude was a jerk, but even SEX WITH JERKS turns me on now! Tommy popped into the picture and he was a true 'player' from Houston who was a genuine slut but honest it and he introduced me to the promiscuous Houston scene. I only topped Tommy and he was intrigued in taking me to sex-parties in Houston and Dallas... and he enjoyed watching me getting bred but the cowboys who all still 'rode with saddle' (upon my insistence). I know, LAME right? I had a feeling Tommy was waiting for me to willingly 'convert'! I should have stuck around with Tommy even after I found out he was POZ but I was suddenly also 'dating' some GAY BULLY... which means: the bully-dude was butch, cocky, combative and got into fights. Intimidated straight guys as he came across as one of their worst stereotypes! Somehow the bully became possessive of me and I couldn't get rid of the drunken fool. He also stole my shit and acted like I was a 'cheap skate; when I caught him! A real MESS! Beat the crap out of guys at the club if they got too close to me or hugged me like all the twinks used to do. The bully was also a big bottom and took me raw from day one and expected everybody to be 'clean' as he put it... you know, a HYPOCRITE who last I heard is now POZ and on meth, somewhere in Los Angeles or under his rich, bible-thumper folks wings in Kentucky. The weirdest thing about him was: although he took seed up the ass like a champ, the SIGHT OF CUM made him gag... I found me a REAL PARTNER-IN-CRIME 'on-line' and although I let him know he 'wasn't really my type' he condoned me fucking some total hotties with him there. He was a good soul. Turns out that despite his tender age and his complete loyalty to me he was also POZ and next thing I know, I'm on 'the team' too... So now we 'hunt together' the way 'bros do'; like fishing, in a 'sporting way'! No jealousies, no shame, no regrets... sometimes he pulls the players in and I watch him get bred. Sometimes the guy wants to breed my smoother ass but I step back and let the 'cub have the prey'... One of them (the regular players) is in a cheating relationship. Well the first time my man bred his man, the BOTTOM and I took 'the dude'. The dude travels a lot and scores in every city. We share stories and we are both turned on by 'promiscuity' the once 'forbidden fruit'! This coming Monday he reserved my ass for a breeding. I shall oblige! Hopefully another rutting buck will CUM by before and pre-RUT my fuck-hole for him. He, like every BBRT-barebacker I have met so far, likes SLOPPY SECONDS and ANON CUM. I hope my reputation gets around! Damned! I missed the local sex-party yesterday, AGAIN! Every month when that event rolls around I get self-conscious! I need another PUSH from my jaded bros and hop in the sling... for the full 'initiation!

From a dude on BBRT! Not my 'type' at all, as in 'Manbearpig' but hell, the sports-fucker motto is 'no loads refused'. Dude was in pig heaven! Him all 'tubby and hairy' and me all smooth and slim... I put on a randy show like a proper slut should. Encouraged him to 'rut me like slut' and 'dump your toxic load'. I think he was overwhelmed and nutted in like no time... I fingered my ass afterwards and the cum-smell was quite 'standard'... I wished the bars were open when it happened. I would have gone out 'commando-style' and hopefully somebody would ask me about my 'cocky strut'. I would have told him: "Dude, I'm lubed on jizz! Wanna check!" The more slutty the better...