rawsatyr

Thank you Drscorpio. It started out as a small comment and after so many additions and edits it became a whole other story. But on the subject. As chance would have it I'm about to jump in the shower and race off to not far from here to relive and share this fantasy with another guy. One who I topped in the innocent days many years ago. He his an awesome, built body what we around here call: "Atlanta circuit boy bod!" And also comes in as an inked, promiscuous and POZ bottom and loves being verbal... he is part of my poz top 'transformation training'. I texted a minute ago: "PA - fan or not!" His answer was: "FAN!" Getting back into 'the feeling of that night with the stranger!'

STORY-TIME: I recently had a bit of that fantasy, experienced in the flesh. APRIL 14th 2021 Hooked up with a new dude, random stranger on BBRT, said he was a poz dude all into the 'piggy things' and I was still spun and very horny from earlier that day being a total whore with my bestie. My bestie right about that time I was going for MORE cock on the internet, INSATIABLE, past midnight, was suddenly calling me and 'acting crazy again' (like he does every few weeks) like a possessed demon, rambling paranoid delusions of somebody who can't handle their party drugs. He blows clouds all day long and then gets freaked out, probably after slamming himself, but that just speculation. He always says to me: "Quit being a a Nancy!" when after SO MANY hits of the pipe (way more than I see guys doing in chem-porn) I say: "OK I'm good now! No more for me!" But he is a hottie, very seductive and manipulative and we had fucked that day like we have done for the past few years, OFF THE CHART for me, in the sluttiest most promiscuous manner that I have become to expect as my NEW NORMAL to push my buttons. Bottom-line: IT was a great fuck day, spun out of my mind, not slammed though! We spent that way the whole earlier part of the day, me taking his neverending loads and poundings without lube and hesitation. One load after another wondering if TODAY is or WHEN the day would come when my tina-dick would magically become the EVER-READY marathon fuck-tool that the demons bless my bestie with. He always says it psychological (he is nuts though) and one day my 'tolerance' would allow me to 'break through'... So the ranting and raving on the phone ALMOST was a buzz-kill but I was on a mission: to have pozitively UNSAFE SEX, the forbidden potentially-poisonous RAW oyster treat that makes some guys squirm and others ask for MORE... Well, not sure what I expected; it was a bit of a let-down seeing the average-looking stranger with a bit too much flab and kinda living in a 'starter-kit' hoarder sort-of-way. But I was horny and by then getting off on me being such a random WHORE! Nice dick though, cut, rugged and leathery, no novice part-time fucker. And he liked what I was working with: pierced dick, nipples and ears, and MUCH leaner and smoother than him! And the contrast turns me on! Next thing I know he is breeding me using all sort of hardcore poz-talk, about... 'you need to take more poz seed, take more STRAINS and corrupt lots of new recruits! Initiate them to THE DARK DIDE! You need to become an aggressive pozzer!' I think he that's what he said and more things that would make a sailor's ears turn red, suggestive of what sounded like it would be breaking laws in all of the 50 states of the Union and if I attempted to quote I would probably get me in deep trouble if I repeated any of it on here. So I'll leave it to your imagination. Let's just say as I was drifting between confusion and arousal, I was thinking: "Say what? Do what? Is that what he just said? (barely audible, in a demonic chant, under his breath with that) Whoa, YIKES!" (Am I imaging things now like my bestie does?) "YOU should ALWAYS wear the PA when breeding {tearing up) new converts!" were the tamer things he said as his vulgar precum-dripping mushroom cock teased and pre-lubed my hole and he was speaking as though all the words were ritual, perverse 'incantations' to bring me under a dark spell. He kept this up (hot poz talk) while he fucked me and played with my pierced nipples as though the devil told him the secret of how to get me off... Really, it felt as if everything he was saying was demonic and very corrupting! AND WORKING! Oddly, something happened I would have never expected. I got a raging hardon and fucked him, enjoying every bit of my sudden villainous vigor, as my big 2-gauge PA was tugging hard on my dick as I was inside his demon-slut hole. He had a gaping fuck-slit that must have been the work of LOTS of cocks and been conditioned by fisting or sex tools. Ever since hooking up with that CORRUPTOR, I have been beating off to pictures of guys seductively flaunting their holes... and getting especially hard for the super-slutty ones! Who are proud of their promiscuity and their past scores...

PERSONALLY, in the way the 'skinhead' is depicted in that one shot of yours, it reminded me of some obscure S & M brotherhood thing I have seen on-line. It seems to involve all the 'inductees' being shaved bare, not just the crotch and ass, but the head too. Whether intended as part of an 'erotic humiliation' or a DE-personifying 'tribal power-bottom marking' or being the designated cum-dumpsters no idea. Some seem to be eventually all pierced and tatted... with BIO-HAZARD tats... all oddly erotic to me. To me the most common form of 'shaving bare', especially of the crotch is part of the 'urban, modified, inked, pierced, cut' sub-culture that I have developed a kink for... However, the European Neo-Nazi skinheads with racist attitudes, visible with their clan gear: denims, leather jackets, DocMartins laced up hundreds of times are a rather disturbing site... like the odd gays adorning themselves with Nazi-flags and swastikas and wearing Nazi uniforms... (I saved pics of that mess too somewhere) basically trivializing the horrors of the NS-regime... those kind of skin-heads (like inductees to 'the camps') that kind of weirdness causes me a serious gag reflex. But then I grew up in that history and that's that. But for the most part (on here) I try to see the personally seriously EROTIC aspects (on this site, as much as possible) and I hope my attached pics come through and make their point. Cause they ALWAYS get ME off!

@Rawsatyr just rejoined again a few days ago! deleted my old one a couple of years ago when I wondered: "Why am I on this when the Pope and trump are on this?" Betting on TUMBLR turned out to be the wrong bet, after having gathered over 5,000 followers!

ANY talk or mere suggestion of 'using a condom' would be a deal-killer! Seriously, won't even go... will make up a sudden excuse!

EXTORTION, SCAMS, BLUFFS and hot air! I've received e-mails that started out with the subject matter being my PASSWORD combination... although one I had long changed (maybe 5 years before?). The long and short (content) of the e-mail was a blackmail/extortion for something like $2,500 in bitcoins to be deposited in some convoluted way too alien for me. The e-mail claimed to (have had) access to my computer, my webcam and my 'many incriminating and lewd videos'. It was claimed that "YOU HAVE 48 HOURS" to comply or else 'humiliating and embarrassing' material would be shared with any number of random people on my mailing list... "family, employers, members of your community". It went further to paint a dismal picture for a frightened fool falling for a scam or a real extortion. "Imagine the SHAME and REPURCUSSIONS all this will have", and it went on to say "Some of your videos are really showing some strange proclivities". Now I have watched investigative journalism where predatory sweatshops in the Philippines had wretches 'not as cute as in the posed pictures' working hopeful sods across the world for con-schemes that would evolve into extortion and end with individuals shelling out fortunes to their tormenters and in some cases committing suicide... This EXTORTION (attempt) on me was a cruder bluff as I quickly figured. For one, the long changed password. And I recall some huge security glitch with a major company I had done business with. MILLIONS of e-mail accounts had become compromised and it was expected that this information would be sold to crime syndicates in batches who would then each do whatever 'SCHTICK' is their racket. But I had PROMPTLY changed my password then... and here it popped up as a reminder from the Vanilla Ice Age! And then I had not used a webcam AT ALL in many years... because I had caught myself wasting too much time, JERKING and playing and chatting and webcamming when I had work to be done. So NO MORE! Cold turkey! Sure there were some videos and LOTS of pictures. But... Truth be told, I almost felt like engaging with the BLACKMAILER (S) and begging them to PLEASE GO AHEAD on the threats and make me a reality porn-star. And if they could please do it for me FOR FREE! But FIRST I'd like them to consider if I could possibly sent them even better smut, SLEAZIER clips, my more recent 'upgrades' to the dark side... But then I had plenty other shit on my plate that week. No catty fun with Nigerians and other unknown internet entities! And as I expected, my refusal to play hardball chicken paid off. 48 went by and nothing happened.., NO SHAME, NO FAME no frikkin Bitcoins taking cyber journeys!

My man took a shower when I told him I have two stud muffins coming over for a double-breeding session. Dammit, I wanted him to join, or at least SEE ME being a super-whore! Vulgar and verbal in action! Too bad because he takes forever in the shower but he also told me later that he is terribly intimidated by my 'hot tricks'. I figured that much and played into it when my extramarital fuck action racket started and the dudes had NO FILTER and loud voices would carry! I knew he was probably barricading himself in the adjoining bath-room, almost frightened of my shameless S&M side and him inevitably being auditory witness to a vile, and violent man-holing session... and this time I willfully catered to his ears, hell I can do better than virtually ALL PORN we play during sex... "How come you always get the hot ones?" he said later. 'What? What you talking about?' Frankly speaking, I'm impressed by his man-fishing skills and I felt I had been slipping the last few weeks, not having a grip on my apps. But this morning, sleeping in long, I was on Facebook, This while just idiots on the gay apps were hitting me up. Worthless leads, amateurs and pictureless putzes! But, the first prospective trick actual TEXT-messages are coming in. Then the first GOOD ONE: a recent fun trick, total verbal bareback. What makes barebacking even more fun (besides anon hook-ups) are the OUT-AND-PROUD barebackers, a cocky breed! Like the one texting, who is in an openly-promiscuous, threeway TRIAD relationship and we are even friends on Facebook. Once you know a few on Facebook you know how to cross-reference others, who is 'friends-with-whom' and you can quickly figure out who the 'PLAYERS' are in town... Long and short, the Facebook dudes know when you are awake and prowling, not even bothering with BBRT or A4A barely even checking SCRUFF and GRINDR. There they are on FB messenger or straight to regular text messages because WE GOT THAT FAR. So that dude this morning (from prior hook-up and successful and highly erotic deep-breeding) texted me, probing what 'my program' was for the day. As it was ambiguous, work or pleasure, I swiftly pitched that I'm expecting to eventually get bred by a sexy country boy (well sexy, lean Missouri farmer really, another repeat trick) But my FB texter has been wanting to catch me when I have been 'bred and loaded' so he could eat my ass and anon jizz out of me like some kinda bb-oyster... Well dude wants to know if my Missouri farmer buddy (the other trick) has come over yet and NUTTED IN ME! He wants to fuck that pre-seeded hole... well can't speed that up now can I? Now stick with me, hope I haven't lost you yet: Next thing I know, bb-oyster eater boy's BF (the number 3 sidekick in the triad,) is now all hot and bothered and wants in on it. So both came over over and do a power-fuck session, slut-calling, spitting and 'KNOCK HIM UP' (CHILLS) and one of the loudest nutting-while-pounding-really-deep fucks I have had in ages. So two huge loads in during Covid and we are waiting for the sexy (very lean and tan) farmer. The dude defies all clichés of 'what they typically look like. He looks more like a 30-something, maybe 40-something Atlanta sex-athlete, complete with sexy buzz-cut and earrings and full-body tan... yeah, I want that now... but my man gets first dibs. He just told me I'm a selfish PIG, while he laughed and wondered if THOSE TWO would breed him too one day?! TWO IN and ONE MORE cuming up for this whore!

I would. I did, and have the mind-frame for it! Knowing my man is ON-THE-JOB< breeding other guys! Came THIS close to getting into it being a real (long-term) but then broke it off... But for that, indulge me with... STORY-TIME: Actually the very first guy who seriously started 'dating me' when I was a virtual teenager still, barely a year out of the closet, in Los Angeles was a guy I met as 'Bruce' who told me he was IN PORN. He rode a motorcycle and physically, although he was all 'butch' and manly had a smaller frame than me. I never saw the porn he was in back then as for some reason back then it didn't even interest me. I was just impressed and intimidated by guys I met as HIS EX, guys I saw him in nude ads with, and the hot fuckers coming to his house... I actually never knew, or remembered what his porn name was until years later. He was MARK PERRY and was in FALCON porn. Not sure how many he did as the only one I ever saw was UPPERCLASSMEN. He played the big-dicked teacher in it and wore one of those 1970's style moustaches. We played around a whole summer in the early 1980s and he wrote me glowing love-letters and tried to have me be 'his man' and 'move back to San Antonio Texas' with him. He had already quit his job as manager of STUDIO ONE and even introduced me to the (alleged) owner, who was even more legendary with his huge cock than Bruce was... In hindsight, the owner of the club looked me over like 'chicken-ready-to-eat' as back then I had a hard time convincing the bouncers that my ID was NOT FAKE... "Yeah right! You are like 16? 17?" Bruce said: "Oh he (the club owner) wanted you and bust you wide open with that horse-cock of his; break you in and WRECK YOU like he does ALL THE BOYS that come through the office door. You are probably the only one who got away... because you were with me! lol" He relished the idea! Bruce introduced me to a lot of things that were new: HUGE COCKS, poppers, accepting cocks bareback, and even 'promiscuity' as an acceptable lifestyle choice... naked guys suddenly sharing the bed with us.. Problem was: I was like a kid in the candy-store, living with a straight friend on the seedy side of Beverly Hills, West Hollywood and the clubs, boys everywhere. Many of the more masculine ones 'dismissed' me as a twink, but in hindsight I'd say they were just as intimidated by me as I was by them... but Bruce broke the ice for me. Took me everywhere on his motorbike and treated me like a dude, not a 'dumb twink'. But I wasn't about to leave LA as I just started UCLA and even met mainstream producers... one whom I'd be fucking on the regular and do research for on one of his NBC mini-series... that man is married to a big female movie/TV star (to me) and several years later dismissed me as "You are becoming predictable! Too LA!" A lot of 'could have', 'should have', 'would have'! The problem with this potential union was, well generational... it could have worked if I was content to be some 'war bride' in Texas. Might have been fun. But he had DONE IT ALL, fucked every hot guy and was ready to 'settle down'... with a twink husband. One who was coming out, just had his cherry busted by Bruce, who took cock like a champ thanks to the introduction to poppers... and for that summer, an inner whore was coming out of me... I've tried to contact Bruce but his last name is too common and chances are... well you know... but at least he passed on his TRAMP SEED and his propensity for promiscuity! At least I want to think so. One seasoned porn-champ passing on the baton to an aspiring slut. In HINDSIGHT it was hot to think that EVERYBODY in the gay scene he introduced me to KNEW that I took that big porn-cock on the regular, took that man's seed with pride and his DNA and cocky confidence worked itself into my system as I strutted into the clubs with him... "Oh he is obviously FUCKING HIM good! Taking him back to Texas!" Well I stayed behind in West Hollywood Whoreville, but I'm proud to have been ONE, possibly his favorite boy-slut aka BF-to-be in his sizable stable of man-fillies he broke in, seeded and studded. ALL of them bareback... not one ever asking for a rubber in the pre-condom days.

THOUGHTS, cravings, fantasies that go through me... The 'look' of his cock when we getting naked: the more RUGGED, cut, leathery, veiny, big-knobed, tan it is... makes me shiver. A JADED CHAMP-COCK rutting inside of me, huy never said anything about 'condoms' went straight to bareback with a totally bold, promiscuous routine. Like he might me doing this EVERY DAY. Different town, different holes, day in, day out. I fanatsize about all the other bareback brothers who shared this stud. The more sexual partners a trick potentially had, the more I feel 'accomplished' in my mission to make up for lost time on the dark side. Then as the dude nuts! A satisfied rush, a hungry internal craving to keep that ruggedly-masculine and potentially-charged seed and absorb it! The thrill of adding YET ANOTHER dude's legacy and genetic 'tag' to my 'latter-day-sinner' poz-bareback conversion. The hope and anticipation his cock will stay in me without even going soft yet, for an extended period to REALLY pound his seed into my guts as though he secretly or 'maliciously' or 'opportunistically' wants HIS seed to take and flood out all others who 'came before him' (that day) with sheer semen volume. A hope he wants to 'really rut me raw' post-coitus to see where my limits are and who will flinch first, expecting me to throw in the towel. TRY ME BUSTER! Ain't gonna happen... A hope that he (this stranger whose name I already forgot and may never see again) is one of those semi-rare serial REPEAT OFFENDERS who keep going and going as though that noticeably heavy and over-sized nutsack simply won't ever stop producing more jizz while 'on the job'... Hoping he might produce a big-ass butt-plug and make me pledge to 'absorb the cum' and sit tight as he casually gets on his phone/apps and summons buddies over... yes has happened. "MORE, MORE!" said the WHORE which would be me on the inside as it's simply never ever enough...

Ok let me give you some advice: in hindsight, that is! I (as a timid former amateur) missed SO MANY CLUES and so many opportunities when guys brought the subject up... not knowing who would flinch first, who would be 'weirded-out' first, or who might have regrets later and throw you under the bus. You know, during 'don't ask, don't tell' and the repressed era! So much easier now! To get started: PROPS!!! Beer, booze, a bong, bimbo porn, titty magazines, whatever Drinking some beers with your bros definitely will loosen the attitudes, the tongue, his 'morals' and his inhibitions. Let him discover the props... PORN you may (accidentally) have that porn around, straight even, or gay from your roommate (be a liar like our president, just entertain the crowd) whatever... keep your eyes on the prize. Let HIM (Your PRIZED BUCK) beg for it... attention that is. "What is that? PORN? Let's watch!" You say: "Nah, i've seen it! It's boring... seen better!" If he is horny HE WILL push! You got him on the subject.. "Why is it boring?" "Ah whatever... forgot why... watched one the other day a girl was sucking dick like she was eating sushi... and choked on it... LOL... And when the dude came she didn't even swallow! What a rip!" (that sort of thing) I say that WITH 20/20) hindsight as I missed plenty of clues... my problem then? Low self-esteem! No reason why... just felt 'nervous'. But here is one: a straight guy I was working with on a huge construction project used to egg me on with stupid questions. I mistook it for disrepect but I should have grown a pair and been more cocky... like I'm now! At one point he said something about big dicks in porn and a guy sucking himself or something like that... I just said: "SO CAN YOU SUCK YOURSELF?" He siad: "Hell no! If I could I'd never leave the house! Hell I wouldn't be married!" MY CLUE and I missed it! SO in my REBOOT of a similar situation I would set myself up along those subject lines: "SAW THIS PORN. Guy could suck his own dick! 'sucking your own dick!' Something ONLY the best-endowed and most limber have tried... talk about that and whether you thought about it, did it or whatever, brag about your BIG cock if it is... or say... yeah it's all well and good but not the same like some REAL FUN person who loves to suck cock does YOURS! And how you WISHED you still saw TRISHIA (who doesn't exist) now and then, make up a place where you met in outer space, but don't say that and then RELISH as you tell him how she sucked like she could suck the chrome off a 69 Cadillac Coupe de Ville... made you nut like a demon... OVER AND OVER AGAIN!!!! And then you say... and then the bitch kissed me and I tasted my own cum... "EVER TASTE YOUR OWN? Well anyway! Maybe because of her but I liked it! (and the you get creative and say stuff like "Wonder if it was like pine-apple!" Well anyway, she was a sex goddess! Because SHE SWALLOWED! And the bitch in the porn threw up! LOL Fucking amateurs! Hell even I COULD DO BETTER! LOL Hey want another beer?" You see where I'm going with this... every line is a BAIT! I could go on with lots more, works like a charm! As to you, I say: " now take this damn ball and RUN WITH IT!" LOL

Well 'kid', you are not alone! I wished I had the 'slut mentors' (I have now) when I first came out! I never thought 'indiscriminate, opportunistic, and definitely promiscuous' sex adventures could be 'my world'. Never knew there was such a widespread acceptance of it. Seeing how much I have missed out on, I now push myself into ever more adventurous situations, WAY BEYOND what I once thought was even possible... And the 'handshake' of the cum-union, bareback underground brotherhood on-line seems to be: "BAREBACK ONLY, no pulling out, no loads refused! RAW IS LAW! No regrets, no fear!" That way we can all 'skip the formalities', straight to fucking and whoring, and indiscriminate, promiscuous bareback sex! What a rush! Ok since discovering this site and other bareback sites my total bareback sex scores, partners, contacts and loads has picked up through the roof. I'd say that over the last 5 years (and especially with the last THREE) I have had more action than in 30 (THIRTY) years before! Even with covid putting on the breaks and me STILL not having been to a proper bathhouse... And the total shameless admission (to myself) of being a cocky, polyamorous, promiscuous, bareback BRO, proudly basking in the glory of yet another random, anon DNA-score booty-bumped into my guts just a couple hours ago and calling myself a 'slut', whored-out cum-dumpster and faggot pig only makes me hornier and crave for more...

Seeing some guys strut and pose, certain 'triggers', a long list of personal fetishes... doesn't happen often, but when it does, just ONE LOOK and I can virtually TASTE HIM! Taste his cock and his 'vital essences' (lol, movie references here: a.)The Dark Crystal and b.) Doctor Strangelove ) I suspect the Pavlovian association of the subconscious mind. When it happens, I feel my nostrils flaring and my mouth watering while I experience an electrifying rush! Something in me wants to have that cock of that virile buck I'm eyeing. Fantasizing tasting his salty precum in his dimpled piss-slit and caressing his flaring knob with my tongue and teasing the manly load out of that thick cock-shaft. And all that mysteriously lets my gag-reflex disappear... and when that fucker blows in no way will I pull back and let his DNA go to waste... I WANT IT! I'll cherish that CUM-SHOOTER like a delicacy and savor the flavor. What a long way I have cum from the days when that any or all cum-taste 'seemed weird'. Now sometimes I fantasize about making out with another passionate cock-sucker with cum-breath and dribble on his chin! Actually did that when my new BF blew my ex in front of me and we proceeded to snowball...

I feel the same way. Admitting casually to being a 'cum-dumpster' a voracious slut, a sports-fucker! For me, ever since 'coming out' a second time (first being 'just gay') the second time was as a GAY SLUT, a devout player who relishes bareback promiscuity, taking all loads, lewd conduct witnessed by your bros who do the same... and then in the morning sharing the exploits and the moments that might have been missed!

I'm on the same team as you are. I'm a 'late-convert' to the bareback cause and really get off on the part of the game that involves the SKIN-ON-SKIN, if it isn't raw, it ain't in! I once was one of those who'd feel 'the pain' after so much fucking and felt the sweat on my forehead and the alarmed feeling of 'I HOPE HE IS DONE QUICK'. All that changed once I totally got it into my mind that I would fully accept the animal and the DNA of another man. I still get my fair share of quickies and I take that simply as a compliment and let them be on their way. I have caught myself though making excuses and dodging propositions from guys where the sex was too cum-and-run... especially if they act all guilty and dirty. My bestie and I meanwhile have established a NEW RYTHM. I go in SPIT-LUBED ONLY and he can keep going and going flip me around all sorts of ways and I let him be in control for the most part, even setting up the additional sex-partners and what they want. The whole idea of TAKING MULTIPLE LOADS, of random promiscuity and playing well with others whose name you forgot the moment you heard it... all what I once feared totally appeals to me now. And that includes the thought of 'wear-and-tear' and 'man-hours' spend rutting me raw. Oddly though, my attitude change seems to have turned me into (as my bestie says) his best power-bottom ever... And I never feel 'tore up' despite spit and cum being the only lubrication over long-hour-sessions...

Get several, TODAY! Went over to my bestie's house this morning to have another one of those drawn out sessions we normally have. He wasn't home, yes I jumped the gun and drove over there even though he hadn't answered the phone and we just talked last night about THIS MORNING. Both his cars were there but no answer. I wondered if he went 'over the deep end' as he does with the 'condiments'. I felt stood up and worried at the same time... but once I got home I get a text: "CAN YOU PICK ME UP? As in like NOW! I'm out at (address)... hurry and just text me!" Well he was with his aspiring BF, one on the wild side with tats and all that... but notoriously jealous of me. Well they are supposedly 'friends-with-benefits' and I'm not about to give up a good thing. Besides, my 'bestie' can fuck and fuck and keep going limited only by his occasional need to eat something... one of those. Went back to his place, as I listen to the stories of exploits and debauchery, knowing best to just nod and approve. Once back at his house, I knew I had a home-run. Straight to fuck-fest it was, despite his exhausting night! TWO loads I took and I know now to be the best 'cum-dumpster'/aggressive bottom and put on an extra bit of 'cooperation' as I sense he is about to come. He is a social butterfly and also has a sugar daddy whom he is meeting for lunch and shopping so we agreed to 'talk later today'... AGAIN! I got home and my hubby had a stranger parked in my spot in the driveway and by the tags I could tell he was going to one of the big southern universities. My man and I have this totally cool 'sex-for-sport' arrangement and I took the liberty to just walk in on them as they were being quite loud, laying around naked and watching porn. I basically could have gone without getting in there and maybe having some later but my hubby texted me as I was in the backyard doing domestic chores: "Hey, come back! We need a bottom!" Ok MY CUE! My man whispered that he isn't quite ready for that fat pecker (today) and wanted me to 'fill in'. Ok then. Buck-naked I was and rode that cock while he laid back. it didn't take him but a few minutes and his toes were curling as I could feel that hot bead of dude juice targeting my deep insides. I was worried my bestie's juice would become and issue but luckily, no such thing... so now I have the DNA of two horny fuckers inside of me... odd how I'm wanting more... Oh look, it's 3pm. I can call my bestie again! I'm ready for more!

I think (in part) BZ did that 'mental conversion' for me. While before condoms in porn seemed to be just a sobering nuisance, now it feels like a boring, lecturing PC-reminder of how CA- sex industry standards were set as the 'should-be'! It's a total turn-off. That and the fake Foley artist voice-over moaning and groaning... who are you kidding boy? I'm an virtual amateur and I can take that porn dick like a sex-worker would! All the condoms and fakeness push my buttons the wrong way. An inadvertent reaction like 'who-let-in-these-clowns'? That's not how any of us fuck! At least not in my reality and none of the champ fuck guys on here! If the studios can't produce the real deal, maybe they should move out of state or produce on location to where you can... deliver RAW GOODS! Now unless porn is LEWD, CRUDE, PROMISCUOUS, RANDOM, ANON and UNINHIBITED and positively BAREBACK, oh yeah and POTENTIALLY POSITIVE BAREBACK SEX I don't even get hard! Preferably I want to see totally rugged, jaded, 'altered-looking dudes': inked, pierced, total sex bad-asses. Guys that look like very successful sexual predators with lots of willing victims and lots of notches on their conquest belts! Fucking each other in their gaping, cum-dripping slut-holes and possibly breaking in and breeding innocent-looking newbies! But we know the brotherhood rules: NO RUBBERS! RAW ONLY, no pulling out, all loads taken to absorption, dudes cross-breeding each other without shame fear, guilt and hesitation. The total bold-faced commitment to fully exposed, public bareback sodomy! Hell yeah! And take credit for it on the porn cover when credit is due!

I've had a guy on here send me a convoluted, unsolicited message 'assuming' I could help him out with restoring his complex and expensive live-style, whatever. Helping him move to like Mexico City from like somewhere in the US... all seemed absurd and wishful thinking. I never answered. Saw that he was banned later from this site... Locally, I see young punks making 'needy requests' wanting Ubers paid for and what not.

Pretty much on board with the pledge! But didn't need to be told or a website. It was agreed upon one day and I found plenty of kindred 'brothers' who practice and relish in RAW, UNSAFE, ANON, and completely PROMISCUOUS SEX! Use the words! Make the vice our virtue! For me it turned the whole monogamy fable inside out! No more lying, cheating, hypocrisy and double-standards! No more expectations of 'princes in shining armor'! Instead we summon our 'dark demon-satyrs' and proudly agree to accepting all loads and legacies. I told my hubby (in a 'prenuptial' ) that we are both free to whore and slut around, even EXPECTED to 'score' and share our shameless acts and tales of debauchery and bareback sodomy without shame, regret or guilt. We both agreed that ALL SEX into the future must be BAREBACK at all times. All loads swallowed or ejaculate DNA taken booty-bump-style to full absorption! If a dude pulls out a rubber to consummate a ridiculous charade of 'quasi-sex', CONVERT HIM, discourage him or pretend you changed your plans. Show him the door or close your grindr app.. whatever! And breeding without potential seeding is lame and not even worthy of mentioning as a proper conquest. PROVE YOURSELF! Show me the holes that you seeded! Show me your cum-dripping slut-hole, your bb-amateur porn, your kinky, lewd close-ups pics, of you taking random cocks while you smirk and don't even flinch! Do it often and do it proud! Get a hard-on as strangers see you get bred at sex-parties and prove yourself as a BB-brother of mine!

Well, this subject, as 'unsavory' and embarrassing as it may be, should have been taught in 'Gay 101'. I wished I had gay 'mentors' when I came out and had known what I was getting into. Instead the whole 'taking-it-up-the-ass' ordeal was like a blind man in the forest with lots of 'hits-and-misses'... or should I say 'shits-and-misses'? My 'first awkward and very first GAY experience' was with an older very experienced male after going to the gym with him and working out. I was really a total babe in the woods then, 19 but looking like I was going on 16. Embarrassing to me though! He was a big brute, probably in his 40's. He was the hunky bouncer in the first gay bar I ever ventured in and he didn't trust my ID at first, thought it was fake... but within that week of meeting him he wanted to put his auger into new bottom-soil, as I guess guys like him do. Plant a flag and add a notch on his conquest belt! Another thing I should have been coached on... to embrace it and go with it! (these days that kinda action turns me on) Yes he popped my cherry, if that eye-bulging, New-York-10 seconds or less of penetration counts. Holy crap! "Too much beaucoup!" (as a Vietnamese hooker says to a big, black GI in the movie "APOCALYPSE NOW") Well I saw stars but it wasn't 'napalm in the morning' I was smelling... Well the motherfucker had hit pay-dirt and I guess he didn't like it. Disappeared into his bathroom for an eternity and must have scrubbed his drill-bit of all the virgin shit while I greedily rifled through his old-style cowboy-barebacking porn magazines (something new) seeing the competition and what the future had in store for me. Yeah that first cherry-popping cock was huge... too large for me, as an amateur, not prepared physically and mentally. HORSE-COCK is what I learned later, his 'bar-reputation' was. A proper intro to douching and poppers might have turned me into fast learner though... but it was too late. Too late for getting a high score with this dude. No points for trying! No second chances for another audition and becoming a star-performer. At least not with this legend of a stud-fornicator. When I meekly shuffled back to his place of employ a week later, he already had to tall, long-haired sex-god leaning up to him who 'must have passed the test' and I was dismissed, unceremoniously with a bored glance... Nobody had ever talked about a 'douche' to me. The seemingly-[banned word] poo, closeted hush-hushness turned me off to the whole gay butt-fuck scene and I retreated back into a straight mockery of a life... slowly came back a year later, still curious and from then on only bottomed sparingly. Again, no concerted effort of 'preparation' from peers; somehow got lucky... mostly! I got lucky later though with a West Hollywood ex-porn star who introduced me to poppers and a more casual attitude towards the occasional 'accidents'. He said: "When you fuck dudes, you might as well get used to getting dirty now and then!" There is a guy here in town who is gossiped to have the 'biggest cock', defined to be in the 10-inch beer-can league, who apparently got so used to 'hitting pay-dirt' in his early, oversexed, teenage years that 'scat-play' became 'his thing'... as in REAL TIME now. Like most of us though, I take a hard pass on that prospective, dung-splattered circus pony-ride... although I wouldn't mind talking up 'the shit' with that big-dicked fool and instead engage fully prepared after lengthy douche sessions and ingesting PURE... and hope my 'spotless' but active power-bottom performance will compensate... As a former 'top', finally really enjoying BEING and ACCEPTING myself as a bottom was a major evolution: BIG TURNING POINT: When I started dating a hardcore player (as I like to erotically call them) from Houston started dating me it broke down the door 'to the underground' for me. A hands-on-kinda guy, he just brought over the douche nozzle kit and installed it for me, no questions asked, just said: "This will kick up your action a notch!" Oh man, that certainly beats the awkward garden-hose! Now reading about PURE and psyllium has me take notice; how did I miss that useful tidbits in gay class? Has this info been around? A trade secret of porn performers? In any case, too late for this morning for today's scheduled fuckfest with my bestie. But I'm ready though with my standard 'preparation' that has worked for 'standard-to-semi-large' cocks; Lite dinner, no eating after 6, douching repeatedly from like now 9am to about 10 and then off to the whore's races! Hope I win... AGAIN!

Before I even knew his name he struck me as a memorable 'role model', whenever I saw still of him floating around on the internet. I didn't even know he was a porn-star, maybe just and exhibitionist amateur of 'the new age' of promiscuity. That pretty-boy look with the impish smirk and his trademark choker necklace always got me going. Him always eager to take cocks from guys that look 'way more jaded' and experienced than he could possibly be. A total 'team-player', always raw, no 'protection', no hesitation and no flinching! Takes raw cocks from any horny bastard at the sex-parties and never flinches. Being a total shameless barebacker as though the 'spirit-of-the-brotherhood' has entered him by random, anon jizz and DNA, fully accepting his poz status... so hot! I saw this sexy meme of him: his smiling face with a rough dude breeding him from behind and the caption said something like: "Turn me into a POZ whore!" DAMN so lewd and sexy! I'd eat Jarod's ass (hypothetically) after he comes back from the sex-party if he was my bf and then fuck the anon seed 'cache' he brings back home with him even deeper into him! No fear, no hesitation, no hypocrisy! Make sure all the seed 'takes' and we art all 'joined'. Hell he tops: I'd let him drip some juice from his ass onto his cock so he can fuck me with it! "Spread the risk!" to myself and live vicariously through him.

The story (while 'fictional') is a great version of a possible true-life experience that some of us get to or have already experienced: that being, catching our pretty (innocent) BF, our 'boy-toy', our junior 'understudy' having a dark side of promiscuity, cheating and engaging in very risky sexual behavior. I have that happen several times over the years, along with the feeling of rage, anger, betrayal, nausea... but also the tingling, creeping sensation of arousal. Fast forward to my last/ present BF who has lasted longer than any of the others before, and much more harmoniously. Part of that accomplishment was based on a 'deal-with-the-devil' as prudes might say. To his defense: Monogamy had taken a toll on many levels, fading frequency of sex, less personal 'vanity', less being outgoing and flirtatious with others. You know: 'following the relationship script'! BORING, really, the predictability! And like in the straight world, it invites cheating and temptations... the story of 'the forbidden fruit' and the snake... DANGER, the devil, the sexual hunters out there... My man fell to temptation first: him being passed out drunk with an unlocked phone flashing a series of various advanced conversations. Him actively pursuing hooking up with complete strangers. scrolling through them I found the proof: BAREBACK SEX and taking loads was the ultimate goal. After feeling the old-fashioned rage and sense of betrayal, I got back in control. I told him: "Most 'traditional' relationships would be over. I say north of 98%! You agree?" (Footnote: I even had guys in this group tell me (although they are HARDCORE, pozzing, promiscuous party-guys) "If I HAD A BF, I would NEVER tolerate him hooking up with others!") Yes my man did agree and looked concerned about us 'being over'. But I told him we can make this work though, because luckily I'm such a 'sick fuck' I get strangely aroused by all of this... BUT, it will be BOTH of us going out: hunting for cock and cum, fucking holes and making SEX A SPORT! And no secrecy, no willful privacy, no jealousy, hypocrisy and NO RUBBERS EVER! One of the first 'acts' of entering the new brotherhood was me inviting a self-confident, highly promiscuous party-boy who also lets you know he is poz. Well he is an actor from a big city where people are more liberated than in the South... I had the dude breed my man's hole and do his POZ-TALK. He said: "Boy you ready to take my POZ DEMON SEED? You ready to share my DNA? You gonna be a good slut, take all loads?" He mumbled kinda bitch-like at first but I made him butch it up and say: "YES SIR!" He popped a few loads and showed me the cream-pie of at least one. I asked the guy to keep breeding my man, ignore his requests to 'take it easy' and hurry up... Hell no! Breed and rut his hole raw, rough and make sure your demon seed takes... then we will be on the same page. We are now in year 15 of our relationship and the last 6 of total promiscuous debauchery have been the best. He now tells me he 'envies me' for being a bigger whore and getting more 'hot guys'. Not true, yes mostly but some random tricks were such, tore-up, homely fucks I'd never would acknowledge them in public... unless they see me first! lol

There is something very hot about guys with memorable, stylish and provocative tats (as opposed to looking like a copy of sloppy prison bathroom graffiti, or the dreadful 'saints and prayer hands and bible verses etc). They are essentially lifelong TAGS, markers, 'licence plates' of a sexually liberated person who can be easily identified in pictures with sexual content. An identity you can't conceal and expect 'discretion' at a sex-party! "Hell no IT WAS YOU, front and center, raw-dawging!" So to me bold, cool tattoos, especially of SCORPIONS and bio-hazard-themed ones, are the ULTIMATE SIGN OF SEXUAL LIBERATION. I admire that in others, something I DIDN'T HAVE when I came out: a fearless commitment to bold, exhibitionist bareback promiscuity...

I'm told a lot of guys 'put on' that 'safe sex' label to not let the cat out of the bag... or as a kosher moniker... only to violate it the moment they get a chance. But I'm mostly with you. If a guy is all inquisitive about 'DDF here and you?' I know he is NOT ON MY TEAM! I want to hear BAREBACK ONLY or RAW IS LAW! The password of our brotherhood. I know I'm probably missing out on some good fun that will probably turn into bareback... but just the FUSSING about it, the FEAR and the not understanding what poz undetectable means... it's all enough to have me ditch the conversation. A little bit too much of ME when I was on the 'other side'... But when I see a guy openly post BB and POZ (typically with Undetectable) I'm on it like a bee on honey... it's like a PREMIUM fix for me... a total rush! Anon, no questions asked are a close second as thrills go... third place: fearless guys on prep fucking anything that moves , it's like a seed hierarchy!!! But all go INSIDE! The hole, a seed booty-bump, getting absorbed fast... COMPLETELY by me... part of the 'ritual of total acceptance of promiscuity'... just thinking about it make my hands sweat and tingle...