rawsatyr

Some call it DOGGING!!! ( as in: shameless fornicating, like dogs in the street, indifferent to who is watching) Just yesterday I came across a clip on U-Tube that was actually a skid from an (unknown) British comedy show. In it a somewhat crass lady (with her dog) tries to tell her friend about 'DOGGING' which she understands as 'taking your dog to the park'... With her friend trying to tell her she is mistaken, 'dogging meaning something more seedy', she rolls down the car window to ask a random dog-walking 'pensioner' to 'settle the issue'. With a fiendish smirk and a wink the tame-looking stranger reveals his 'seedier' side and brags about DOGGING his old lady in front of a crowd at an abandoned factory ruin... Oddly, as crass as the imagery is (British straight people banging in knickers with a crowd of soccer-fan perverts ogling and cat-calling) the thought of public-bravado-fucking did kinda turn me on... in A BIG WAY! Something about the whole 'voyeurism', 'exhibitionism' and fucking FOR SPORT to a bunch of anonymous strangers has become a huge thrill for me (in recent years). Really quite a CONVERSION for me; after being hung up on 'privacy', monogamy and being a semi-bashful prude (in comparison to guys on here) with DEFINITE LIMITS I refused to cross... Yes I did a nude photo-shoot for Advocate once, but then so did my BF and virtually all the guys I knew in West Hollywood. Some were strippers and others somehow 'dabbled' in selling their bodies and looks for fame and glory. One of them, Dirk Schaefer even made it to PLAYGIRL 'Man of The Year' (yes I know he died a couple years ago, overdose possibly). As to LIMITS: I discovered my LIMITS in the 1990s when I froze up in the photo-shoot when Dean (the photographer) asked me to 'SHOW OFF YOUR HOLE'. What? Showing my hole would imply I am a bottom, take cock up the ass... how humiliating... and for EVERYBODY to see me in a trashy magazine, total strangers and people I know as A BOTTOM... INCONCEIVABLE! Fast forward a decade or so to a summer party weekend in Memphis TN. I agree to meet a hottie at a well-known address on Central Avenue. Following his lead, we were naked, no questions asked, no formalities... lip-locking, bumping hard-ons into each others shaved crotches... Yeah that's the ticket!!! A few minutes into it, I realize that the hot trick has an ulterior motive. I suspected he was among the dancers and 'trophy boys' the owners and their other wealthy friends had flown in for the weekend from Fort Lauderdale I think it was.... compared to the locals he was just too 'urban', uninhibited, tan and smooth. And he went straight to bareback sex with me; in the early 2000's when I was still on 'the fence' about raw sex with strangers. A bit nerve-wrecking but too irresistible. I was ALMOST AT EASE! A 'forbidden, possibly TOXIC fruit' too hard to resist! Deep-sixing my cock in him and then feeling his fat pony-cock slip in me... back and forth! Yeah I'm cool with this, at this point! But then I saw commotion in the huge semi-dark room, not caused by the ceiling fan going at full speed. There were human reflections in mirrors and curtains moving... all still too new for me. VOYEURS! Not one but possibly a whole group. He said something about "just my BF who likes to watch", as though that would ease my mind! Yeah and NO! Strangers and possibly people who knew me, seeing me engage in flip-flop bareback sex with a stranger... possibly a hustler/sex-worker... and I'm EXPOSED!!! Fast forward to a couple years ago when my man and I decided to GO ALL OUT! Promiscuous bareback sex and no more shame and fears! There is this guy whom I consider among THE WILDEST and sluttiest in the local bareback underground. A looker and a hooker who dabbles in all with few limits. Travels with bags of toys and potions and will always be the one IN THE SLING getting fisted and bred by the bulls at the sex-party. Him and I teamed up (before Covid) and put on 'a show', in promptu, unrehearsed, him in the sling and me fisting him. Only the second time in my life I have ever fisted a dude then. Fisting and fucking him. Oddly, it was NOT the sex that turned me on the most but the knowledge that strangers were milling about, watching us, up close and personal. He for one does NOT LIKE strangers TOUCHING HIM but craves the exhibitionist attention. He is brusque to the point of rude when strangers cross the lines... I on the other hand realize I don't mind strangers touching me at all. Even guys who I would never think of having sex with. Them being SO CLOSE to two guys DOGGING, they are breathing down my neck, I can feel their body heat and feel them groping my balls and my ass... my hole even as I'm inside the other dude... if I felt splatters of anon cum on me I think it would be a rush! In hindsight I WISHED I had shown my hole during that photo-shoot with Dean> Show my hole with a boner and my face showing, tongue out no less like a lascivious fuck! Have guys jerk off to the fantasy of doing me... IN PUBLIC! I think I like that side of me: I deserve the T-shirt that says: PLAYS WELL WITH OTHERS

High-tops but otherwise naked. Athletic footwear has a good look when you strut them on slippery floors and assume position to breed or be bred... or whatever other position you play. Bottom-line: kicks are my fetish for otherwise RAW, naked and completely random bareback SPORT-FUCKING!

You had me hooked on THE BIG MUSHROOM HEAD with the flaring ridge like a fireman's helmet! That anatomical feature is one of my 'gay GATEWAY drugs', from the first time I saw it on another dude, to the moment a badboy with a cock like that slipped in INTO ME, RAW, no questions asked... and that flaring ridge rubbing my prostate JUST RIGHT. And he nutted without making a sound while I went into a trance. Only after he slipped out the front-door did I realize I had been bred with the biggest load I had ever experienced... Just the SIGHT, the outline of a cock like that on another guy, when going commando... has me conditioned like Pavlov's dog every time I come across a MUSHROOM HEAD cock!

As far as I go: sneakers, KICKS, are the standard 'uniform' of the bareback sub-culture (possibly color-coded with jock-strap) reasonable footwear to make sure you treat sex as a SPORT! They provide good traction in slippery situations. So you can HOLD YOUR GROUND while you get pound, raw in the ass with all the mess that goes with the sport! Some of us have preferences for certain brands... mine are ADIDAS and CONVERSE

Well that sounds like a limited 'specialty market', wonder if that ever happens. But on a related subject: In some erotic (pornographic) images I see how the camera (eyes of the beholder) focus on the piss-slit of a dude, especially if he has a very 'pronounced' (gaping) one. As one-eyed trouser snakes go, those vulgar-glaring demon-eyes seem to not only cast a spell on me. And the 'SOUNDING FETISH' is all running on that fascination... I recall the first time I saw one of those 'elongated, gaping' piss-slits', first in a porn-magazine and then on a dude, in THE FLESH! It instantly gave me a boner! Both were very obviously circumcised and had no trace of the frenulum tassel left in the bare-cut groove. And the tip of their dick looked more 'blunted' as opposed to the pointed dicks with a tiny pee-hole. I know that some of this comes by luck of nature, those luscious fat 'piss-lips' and the long gape. Really like a mini-ass of a well-used cumdumpster. I'm satisfied with tonguing the hell out of cocks like that, especially when they constantly leak 'the nectar-of-satyr' I can imagine eating a cum-filled party-ass after a successful sex-party. The first guy, modified/blessed like that, that I met IN THE FLESH was much younger than me, supposedly 'straight' (did later get married to some bimbo and ended up in a California trailer-park) He was incredibly gorgeous, had a career as a model in plain sight and was on the docket for Herb Ritts and some other big names. But he fumbled his golden opportunity and flaked too much on his photo-shoots. But before, right after graduating from Pasadena High, he would come by my place looking for any opportunity to get naked. He would flaunt that pretty dick at me every chance he got. BY my reaction I could tell that his dick was apparently very popular... Maybe with the girls too?) I rubbed my fingers over that perky 'mini-ass' of his rock-hard cock and noticed how his slit was more than double the length of mine... I was able to easily slip my index finger into it and he seemed to relish that like it wasn't his first time... So I'm learning (as I delve into the darkest internet) that there are whole fetish and sex groups who stretch and modify their 'meatus' while others had it done as kids as their pee-holes were 'too tiny' (?) There are some guys I know who claim that their piss-slit are so gaping because their (too skinny) PAs tore out. Intrigues me! I have seen art-work of tiny people climbing over the dicks of 'giants' with large cocks and fucking their dimpled piss-slits... Just making conversation here, as I personally have (as of yet) never encountered a true micro penis or anything below 4 inches!

I agree with you there: ever since I discarded 'conventional sex' (monogamy and 'risk reduction') my mind craves the 'SHARING' of the DNA. I even LOVE the way you utilize words once meant to be derogatory and implying something 'wicked': SODOMIZING! All the other terms that once were an 'insult' or a put-down are now 'thrill words': 'unsafe sex', RAW, BAREBACK, slut, whore, cum-dumpster, 'unprotected sex', no pulling out, spit-lubed, ROUGH, random, anon fucks! Selfish PIGS! Raw fucks however still come in different 'shades of grey': from pale-white, timid 'dates' doing his quickie and then 'needing a shower', all the way to the shady-dark and mysterious badboy, extended raw sex with multiple ejaculations, rough, thick, veiny champ-cocks all rugged from going commando and having frequent random sex. Those are the cocks that really put me in a daze, pushing straight for the glory or relishing their knob teasing your hole! And then the fucker taking his time, really 'putting mileage on your hole' never bothering much with lube, instead GOING FOR IT, prime-lubed only with spit, his own seed or that of others. And when he says he likes 'sloppy seconds'.... Speaking of semantics and 'bred poz': When I first came out (the second time, as a total bareback player) I did enjoy the admitted POZ guys who were super-sluts hunting on BBRT, with pierced dicks doing POZ-TALK while fucking me. But then after that using all the other apps it was mostly just 'don't ask, don't tell'. Whatever HIS LEGACY is is your guess. At least one of them was trying to 'stealth' me as he played with my hole and it seemed as though his fingernail was purposely 'marking' a tender spot where he imagined his seed would BREED or convert me. I suspect that most of the sports-fuckers are typically poz or have a mile-long track record of total promiscuity. My thrill is to imagine the other hot and not so hot dudes getting bred by him or taking their loads... The same goes when I top them. I'm having sex with the impression other cocks left behind! Conditioned the little fucker to crave even more DNA! I get a 'virtual HIGH' imagining all the action the dude I'm with had before me. And when I bottom and I feel that gush of hot seed inside of me, I imagine becoming ever more of a slut, adding HIS TOTAL LIFE-TIME SCORE to mine! Remember how the prudes used to 'scare' you? "When you fuck somebody you will have had sex with EVERY ONE he had sex with!" Oh the horror that used to cause the amateur gay boys on the sidelines> I say: "Bring it on! Total CUM-UNION!" It's a somewhat nefarious and intoxicating ritual! And then relishing in the TOTAL ABSORPTION of his cum and his legacy, contra to everything the prudes expect! But all just sport and pleasure. No shame, no regrets, no pulling out! Instead of running to the shower, you chill! Letting his seed, musk and saliva seep into your body as you willfully relish in the brotherhood bonding!

HELL YEAH! The TRANCE!!!! I recall the first time I was introduced to poppers, as a 21-year-old novice, barely comfortable with 'the gay scene'. I obviously needed some 'coaching', something like what Sharp-edge above said... Well, I was lucky. The first 'successful' coupling with a dude using me as his bottom, was only possible because the dude was a 'seasoned' porn-bro. His dick was big to me, although over the years much bigger ones would follow. But as he tried to push my semi-virgin cherry-pie open with his champ-cock, I kinda froze up and seemed to go for an 'ABORT MISSION'. He was prepared! The POPPERS saved the day: the dude was my popper coach! "Take a deep hit, and another, both sides!" WHOA!!!! I had never even heard of poppers at the time but then the magic hit me. THE TRANCE!!! The satyr-like animal craving for sex and cock. My man-cunt (I would have abhorred the title then) relaxed and swallowed his cock and I got into the motion. Cravings that almost seemed 'demonic' to me... yet hot! The hardcore champ passing his 'batton' his badboy seed onto me! Making me absorb his legacy! The POPPERS had me going! If I had known that total promiscuity and being a bareback slut were one day going to be my motto, boy I would have verbalized some kinky shit that suddenly seemed NORMAL or possible to me... for while the popper trance lasted. I'm proud to say that many years later, as a seasoned pro myself now, I can take cock without foreplay and lube and I go into a lust trance all by myself. Saying slutty things and craving seed and cock and talking dirty the way I wanted to back then. WANTED to but thought I was getting 'out-of-control'. Bit my tongue... So today as I hooked up with my main sex friend, him multi-tasking, phone, sex apps, smoking cigarettes, flipping throw porn on the big screen, I'm getting fucked and I accidentally opened Adam4Adam on my phone and got the typical list of half-baked local temptations. I didn't need it! Not with COVID... except for my regulars, who are (for the time) glad to have whittled down their 'stables' to their one or two best bottoms. Some dude stopped by, knocked on the windows, we ignored him, even though I know he is hot... but BORING! I WON the mating game!!! "Go away!" We just kept fucking and being noisy! And for me, just THINKING about BAREBACK SEX and promiscuity, and sex as a sport makes me absolutely dizzy during sex... like I'm on poppers! It's like POPPERS-BY-PROXY! And I did that trance routine again today, with my bestie, my regular fuck-buddy, being lewd and in ecstasy from 11am to 4.30pm, five loads from him and three nuts myself going everywhere with raw cock in the ass. Oh; my other new TRANCE inducer is rough nipple-play (among other things)! Sadly, poppers (the new ones?) now seem to give me massive headaches! And a rush! What do the popper-coaches say about that? Do I just need the right 'handler', popper coach? Could you make me a bigger slut than I am sober with the poppers you trust?

I was too new at it to consider 'slurping him like an oyster'. But I licked the hole, savored the flavor of 'the other dude', repeatedly sniffed, deep-inhaled and cherished the scent of cum and rubbed it on my face. Calmed me and aroused me at the same time, and had me go to sleep like a slutty baby!

I wonder if guys are trained by their (normal, straight) peers to be monogamous, at least EXPECTING the OTHER to be so? That would then make us 'conditioned' to feel 'weird' about having our significant other 'violated', fucked, and inseminated for erotic purposes. Our gloomy afterglow regrets may be about LOSING CONTROL and allowing in 'competition' and trouble. All seems hot in the moment of passion but when the nut is gone, the seedy reality hits them like a nagging hangover. I wonder! I recall feeling AWFUL and violated in my amateur beginner phase, still obsessing about 'love' and monogamy with 'Mister Right'! It was hell when I saw my estranged BF take off with other guys, knowing full well that as he disappeared into his place, the hotel or whatever with him, a hostile contender, the nemesis, he was getting fucked: raw and reckless! Getting inseminated by 'that jerk', that total stranger, that smooth-talking hustler who somehow 'outbid' me in the mating game. Jealousy and anger consumed me and me thinking 'it can NEVER be the same again after this'. Knowing that the stranger's DNA was marking 'my man' as 'no-longer-mine'! Weird trips our minds play on us! Talking about kinks and tolerated behavior: One badass 'stealther' from this site whom I talked to on the phone disagreed with my 'open whore' policy my man and I developed. "IF I HAD A BF... he would NEVER be allowed to let somebody else fuck him!" Hinting that extramarital sex means that we have 'marital problems'! His one-sided cheating on a conned sub, yes! St@#lthing yes, but mutually agreed on whoring no! Go figure! Well guess what buddy; you don't have a BF and I'm going strong after ten years and even better since we agreed on 'whoring each other out'. I recall the first time I let a stranger fuck my man in front of me: me intimidated and in awe all at the same time. He was partial to my man and probably could have done without me there. He wanted to know if poz-talk was ok. I didn't even know what he meant. I took pictures of the stranger's cock slipping in and out of my man's hole, eventually nutting and delivering a cream-pie inside and on his hole. Unlike others (in the regret phase) , I felt in incredible sensation of arousal, one that had me crave for more: more cock, more sex, more promiscuity and lewd talk. I even took pictures of the raw insemination and licked the dude's cock as his throbbing cock-shaft eventually pulsed a load into my man. The picture on top of my profile is from that day featuring a stranger's cock on my man's DNA-juiced hole. The pictures and every event like that since turn me on enough that I can jerk off to it on the long COVID nights. Sometimes as my hubby and I have sex we tell each other about our exploits THAT DAY, or the intimate details of fucking with other dudes and call each other 'slut' and 'whore' as we fuck and jack off. So fucking hot once you both have completely embraced total promiscuity with your bro!

Hot-damn, your description turns me on so much! Reminds me of what COULD HAVE BEEN... had I allowed myself to go with the flow... much earlier! Going back about 15 years, I had a 'newbie' (BF-to-be) take me to his happy cruising grounds in Houston to introduce me to a 'new world', HIS WORLD I think he might have said. Let's call him Tommy, who was my benevolently-mischievous, prospective 'slut-mentor'. Maybe he said 'new world' or 'a surprise', or 'meeting some fun friends'. Not sure as I wasn't very verbal about all the kinky shit roiling in my head. It stewed silently and confusingly! Me back then still being on the fence about 'unsafe sex' and spooked about the prospect of getting the 'bug'. As a rule, I only topped him and bareback every time and with a huge Prince Albert in. We never talked about status or 'dangers' so I guess I sub-consciously was one of those hypocrites who figured as a topped you couldn't get 'the bug' that easily... weeks later when T. gave me a vd the health department let me know he was also positive but hadn't pozzed me... But he had a plan in mind for me. CONVERT me into a party boy I guess. He did take me to a few places where some of the 'dudes he knew' had their way with me as he watched... he was very turned on by 'whoring me out' as a BOTTOM!!! And everybody in Houston was very friendly and forward and not at all like the pissy queens in Dallas I experienced on another 'escapade'. Some big-dicked dude who Tommy still recounts by first and last name was the first total stranger who had his thick cock up my ass... this LEWD BREEDING initiated by a third party was the beginning of something CLICKING inside of me. Accepting sex as a sport, and have my 'slut-mentor' BF wholeheartedly endorse, encourage and facilitate it... But I had too much on my plate that year: another hot but super-jealous toy-boy who hated Tommy, and a sexy ex kept coming around time and time again from his promiscuous sexapades with strippers, hookers and flight-attendants in Atlanta, pretending as though he was only looking for 'true love' and monogamy, what a crock of shit. Long story short, Tommy and I parted ways but recently reconnected. Fucked around as he and his BF had a spat. The BF is a total bb bottom-whore (but sadly HIGHLY POSSESSIVE of his top, while being lazy and he doesn't work) . Tommy enables him to live a frivolous life-style and they together, or the BF by himself go on multi-day-long binge orgies at cheap motels and on every app available. It's a life-style that has become TOTALLY HOT to me. All except the one-sided hypocrisy and possessiveness. I have a BF/husband now who is on the same level with me. However both of us are very career-driven and although we mostly have a mutual 'licence-to-be-sluts' we don't use it as much as Tommy and his cumdumpster do... The sluttier, more promiscuous, more anon, more random the sex is (with strangers) , the more BOTH of us get turned on by our exploits and get hornier for each other! More on the subject in another reply on here!

Very hot! The whole MEAT-MARKET RITUAL CONVERSION thing! Beats living in fear and virtual abstinence and then STILL getting pozzed by an innocent-looking dude one took a 'chance with'. (like I did, depriving myself for decades of ever seeing and feeling the intense rush of total debauchery and surrender) Personally, I regret! All the hot, jaded, promiscuous slut-fuckers I passed up on over the years. In hindsight I (we all) we crave their rugged, well-seasoned breeder cocks. That and their seed, their DNA, their nonchalant demeanor that claimed your hole like any other they habitually hunt for and score ego-points with on their belts. "Fucked him too! Balls-deep! BAREBACK!" Getting that 'reputation! Just being 'another notch', a quickie with a semi-demon in the dark... spit-lubed, no 'protection', all seedy and with red flags... maybe one being a biohazard tat!? Which is probably why the most rugged and fast-paced guys in the scene really do it for me now. POZ, promiscuous, inked and pierced, no rubbers ever. Negative guys will do but not if they remind me too much of my skittish tame former amateur self! Now it's GOT TO BE a badass dude, the 'probably-poz' or the proudly poz who are verbal about 'demon-seed' and all that! MAJOR POINTS!!! And then retaining the fucker's seed like it's the ritual sacrament of the unholy CUM-union! Retaining it to the state of full absorption. Feeling like the hardcore sexual legacy of the random buck has passed onto and into you! Making you (me) feel extra slutty and 'part' of the brotherhood! The internal mind-game of 'playing with fire' is such a high!

I think in our (gay) and especially the bareback sports-fucking world, a big dick is the most cherished asset and badge of pride. Not sure how wishing for LESS MONEY, an uglier face and a smaller dick would come in handy!? lol I even like a fat dick on a bottom, a potential 'weapon-of-ass-destruction' but the bottom dude rather feel other guys slip their raw tools inside of him, no matter what size. I did once have a small-dicked BF who wanted to fuck me all the time but his dick felt like a bone poking me... I had to tell him: "Chill da fuck down!" Hammering away like a damn rabbit...

Love your story! Yeah the COVID-19 thingie is putting a damper on things and I for one have stopped 'walking the extra mile' for some action. I'm WAY DOWN on my hook-up scores! Right now I'm rather more interested in a hot Toddie than a hot Todd... well, then again... The other night my man was on the gay hook-up apps saying kinda hypocritically: "What are they all doing? They shouldn't even be on here!" I laughed and told him: "That's probably what they say about you!" He didn't think that was too funny. The exciting thing I'm reading in between the lines of your story is your excitement over having created another promiscuous man-beast. After him passing that threshold of taking raw cock and a load from a stranger, he now has tasted liberation from fear. And to quote you: I'm hoping he's gonna be so horny he's gonna let other guys load his ass too. I wondered how many other guys he's taken and how many other guys he's hitting up for anon loads while he's at bored, not working, and horny. Personally I get really turned on by the thought of how many other guys my random partners have been with. Some I KNOW for a fact they are big whores! The hottest (to me) are the ones who are versatile, thus get inseminated by other dude and absorb his 'slut legacy' before they pass their DNA on to me by means of a cum booty bump preferably. I always encourage my man to 'go clinch a deal' when he has a hot hook-up lined up on the apps. After we trick with others we are extra turned on... sniffing each other for the flavor and musk from 'the stranger', preferably his bad-boy seed still on my man's breath or dripping from his well-plowed ass... damn that gets me going!

It gives me a total rush, knowing I'm accepting another, totally unknown dude's RAW COCK deep inside me, his throbbing manhood casually oozing precum, and then blasting his pulsing squirts of DNA in me. My ass clenches up and I milk the last pulses of jizz out of him and expect to get good YELP reviews if those were given to sluts in the local circles! The thought of some stranger's musky seed being absorbed by me, enjoying every moment of it, fearless and willful, and with my ass cum-hungry, the total package of emotions gives me an electrifying rush, an un-explainable 'tingling'. FINALLY, I have become a genuine member of the brotherhood. Another notch on my belt! The more I'm being seen taking several dicks from random guys at sex-parties, the mare it excites me. Knowing that the word is out that I'm a TOTAL SLUT! No more Mister 'Nice Guy'. Take a number, and I'll take your load!

I have developed a TOTAL FETISH for getting fucked RAW, using ONLY SPIT as lube. Well, that and pre-cum. I recall back in the days of SAFE SEX (yes I was into that shit) when tricks used to tell me "I'm poz but I don't precum much!", like that was a selling point at least in the 90's. POZ sex freaked me out back then, even with all the rubber nonsense and all. The SALES SPIEL didn't win me over! Instead I clammed up and had no sex at all. I have topped guys before using no lube at all (and no rubbers, in the semi-safe top hypocrisy days) , and barely enough spit... some seemed to be alright with it, like true champs, while others asked for 'the bottle'... ok whatever! Fast forward to NOW, having fully converted to accept random raw cock, this time FULLY SUBMITTING to bottoming... no shame, no hesitation, no fear! The guy might be 'possibly-poz,' confirmed-poz or of the standard DON'T ASK, WON'T TELL policy players! The TOTAL THRILL-RIDE for me, either way! RAW and without LUBE! Skin-on-skin, with maximum exposure of the DNA from the total stranger! If random, promiscuous trick actually tells me he is poz and states he ONLY DOES BARE and casually TEASES he precums a lot and gets excited about raw-dicking SPIT-LUBED ONLY, DAMN, then it's ON!!! "Yeah baby!" is what I usually hear as a come-back to my spelling out THE TERMS of my anal copulation! It's almost a let-down when a guy starts to fumble around for lube and starts pre-jacking with it. Ideally I avoid all that as I want to get the guy into a state of total 'sluttiness' anxious to breed right off the bat with a raging boner from 'dirty talk' about 'keeping his seed to full absorption' or whatever. My mind has fully developed a fetish about letting a rugged, thick-skinned, almost leathery cock of a rugged, promiscuous FUCK rut me raw... good luck, trying to wear me out... hasn't happened since the days I became a total barebacker. I love the real prospect of me being 'at a disadvantage with my tender man-hole vs the rugged he-man tool'. I agree with some of you who seem to observe an almost spontaneous 'self-lubrication' of your willing cunt-hole, almost as if your true nature of a cum-dumpster is coming through... I'd be damned if I'd ever be one of those lazy bottoms, laying there like a 'female victim' whimpering about her aching, violated pussy and be the one begging for lube! "Hell no to that, you nasty fuck (stud-muffin)! Rut yourself silly until your eyes roll back in your head!" Oh and besides...those fucking lubes all taste nasty one way or other. I rather like eating another dude hole or dick after an orgy breeding, all 'skin-on-skin' - tasting the 'vital masculine essences' of dudes and not of 'commercial products'...

I like the idea of FADING POINTS for members who are active participants and produce a lot of (liked) content. Since being on this site, I have pulled in two warnings with 7 points each maybe a year apart?) and frankly don't even know how... because really in 'the-scheme-of-things' on BZ I see myself as a bantam weight, a puzzled wanna-be and a punk that tries to ride his bicycle without the training wheels with tragic disasters. To be honest, a lot of stuff on here freaks me out and I can't relate. Lots of cringing! I won't be more specific, but being hush about the many BUZZ-KILLS is my preferred option, as I'm not sure this (part of the forum) is the place to say it. 'Attempting' to understand the self-destructive and sometimes even malicious fetishes is a challenge for me! Trying to join the discussion with awkward words and my amateur perspective might get me in trouble... and maybe while reading other content and innocently commenting, possibly 'straying a bit', not thinking at that moment in what category the discussion was in... the flag-worthy 'boo-boo' may sit there for months (until discovered) and when the account is (temporarily) suspended for weeks, there is NO WAY of even researching of 'what was the issue' (so that it doesn't happen again). My point is: a busy beaver (producing content for chills and thrills) makes an occasional mess. Terribly sorry, seriously! I don't tolerate bad behavior in my house either. Silent lurkers don't take these chances as anonymous thrill-seekers and often don't even contribute as much as an avatar picture or a lively, entertaining profile description. But that makes it 'safe' like boring sex. They come in to watch, read and lay low. Fun guests tend to offend now and then but overall know how to 'act right'... On the other hand, getting INFRACTION POINTS on a bareback site is actually a kind of... careless 'bad boy thing' even if unintended. To not take another chance of not running afoul I have not contributed anything to this site for months now. Some of the real-life drama incurred in the FLESH in the local 'promiscuous bb scene' has added to that buzz-kill. Now these guys need some infraction points with stick!!!! On a happier note: Isee my BZ-picture series were well received though so I might add more some time... and REALLY make an effort to not run into clumsy 'infractions'. Thanks to the moderators for keeping this raw sex fraternity house in order. (ever notice how the guys on SKETCHYSEX are horrible at keeping their apartments clean?)

The thing with THE APPS... yes it's a lot of S,HIT and MISS! Mostly MISS! But some in these fishing expedition turn out to be KEEPERS! The flakiness is really disturbing though and annoying are those with the secretive profiles (no picture) at best a grainy 'body-shot' that doesn't impress, asking all kinds of personal questions. And the ones with blank profiles sending you dick pics with nothing else, or just fragments of sentences... Another big irritation are the ones obsessed with 'parTying' who claim to be ON MY WAY, 30 min, 10 min, and hours later NO TRACE. Maybe lost their phone, their keys, their minds before they get out the door. And the cat-fishing and ghosting. And several of my play-friends with HIGH FOOT TRAFFIC report that things come up missing all the time, especially when they are fishing beyond the deep 'cultural divide' in places like Memphis. There are even RUMORED to be 'gangs' at work, targeting 'gullible fags' and do 'gay-for-pay' by basically looking for drugs, money and valuables if not an outright home invasion later. My last 'orgy' at another dude's house (sexy white New Yorker) with a preference for thuggish black guys... later turned into a disaster. I had missed two earlier players who I was told were 'kinda sketchy' and one and then the other, always had to get up for dubious reasons. By the time I got there another single black guy was there, with a boner ready to top. Although younger, he wasn't much to look at and TUBBY around the waist and tits and breathed like a pig during sex. I had to fake my enthusiasm) . Sometimes those scenarios get me extra hard, feeling like a total slut. I let my friend and the dude do most the fucking and kept jerking while telling them how hot it was JUST WATCHING! Hey, lie with sincerity! Sadly though for my friend, later he noticed a number of missing valuables. Made me feel awkward as he texted me. The other guys of course when he texted them, COMPLETELY SILENCE as they fell of the radar. He spend the next few days scouring pawn shops and filing police and insurance reports. And he is worried his money-bags husband (who was on business in LA at the time) will maybe have a fit for him ONCE AGAIN having cheated with TRASH! At least my man and I have an OPEN WHORING SEASON policy! Personally, I make sure my valuables are put away and my wallet is NOT in my pants. I even eroticized the thought of that I'm inviting 'potential predators', scoundrels, desperados and druggies into my house... living vicariously and having UNSAFE (natural, raw) sex with them. Guys who you could NEVER invite over socially or have anything remotely in common with. And while some experiences were INCREDIBLY HOT having me yearn to know WHO he was, what his name was and 'damn, I wished I got his number', most were one-hit wonders. I even told one guy from BBRT I hooked up with, I ONLY HOOK UP ONCE! It's a total lie but he was hands-down the ugliest MF I ever scored with. The only way I was able to DO IT (when we hooked up) was by reminding myself that RAW IS LAW and I took the NO LOADS REFUSED pledge... On the up and up: I have become close friends with several of the guys I met on apps over the years. For example: In the days of GAYdotcom I met one teenager who I hit it off with. He would be the one who inadvertently pozzed me, but he also became my husband. Another gaydotcom trick (frat boy) became close enough (with me and later my bf/hubby) that we treat him like family. Well, I fucked with him about 15 years ago, way before meeting my man. The last time he visited from San Diego I insisted he would breed my man too, you know, for the complete incestuous 'bonding' we practice in the bb brotherhood! We have at least TEN or so guys we met on apps who are interesting and (mentally/financially) stable enough that we still hang out, invite each other, sometimes just fuck and get a thrill knowing that we all share a very positive, affirmative attitude towards bold-faced, unapologetic PROMISCUOUS BAREBACKING! It's electrifying when we hang out in a group!

Well, in final analysis I must concur with all of those who warned me of him. Three friends (who basically can't stand EACH OTHER) independently had warned me before getting wrapped up with him, 'dude is crazy'. BAT-SHIT-crazy is what I observed, paranoid-schizophrenic and then some. Too bad, so cute and slutty! Which explains probably why most of us just wanna 'cum-and-dump', breed and proceed, anon without foreplay and afterglow! Something fun though about 'playing with fire' and then slam the oven-door shut when it get's TOO HOT! lol

After a lengthy quasi-vanilla, one-long-term-to-the-next run, I have given up on 'standard monogamy' and 'faithfulness'. I used to be the loyal one while the others cheated and lied. ENOUGH OF ALL THAT! Hypocrites 'scripting' their 'happily-ever-after' with their Prince-in-Shining-Armor BS and then sneaking away one dreary night to hook up with a hairy mountain troll with a huge cock under the toll-bridge! LOL REBOOT: Now I have to say that PROMISCUITY and 'sexual scoring' with random partners is one of my biggest turn-ons, even while in a relationship. I have a partner (who I'm very close to) who feels the same way. Every time one of us gets a chance we PEP-TALK the other into GO-GET-HIM. Go have another TRICK and do him bare! And we share the lewd details and get horny or share a laugh when it wasn't so hot or the bitch squealed like a girl... If I had to do IT (a sexual career) all over again, from the beginning, I would probably have picked the most promiscuous toy boys I used to dismiss. I would make him PLEDGE to stay a slut, fuck and score all he wants. I'd want him to keep his animal nature keen and sharp, and bring home WHATEVER, trouble, drama, hot tricks and new kicks. If you like wild horses you can't tie them up. Give them room to roam!

I LOVE messing around with AGGRESSIVE BOTTOMS, especially the ones who have raging hard-ons while they impale themselves on bare cock. The best would be one who keeps eye-contact as he slides down without even flinching, pre-cumming the whole time and then maybe nut like a champ on me before I even shoot my load!

Personally I see the 'horned beast' as an image of hedonism, promiscuity and vulgar masculinity! But it was historically the playful, lascivious 'satyrs' of legend who had goat-like features, horns and raging hard-ons. They (in stories) would roam the countryside (I presume, playing a flute) and seduce lonely country-boys (shepherds) into a life of lewd SODOMY, raw fornication and delicious male-on-male promiscuity! The Romans with their (pre-Christian) easy-going attitudes about sex used to ask their guests whether they 'favored nymphs or satyrs', meaning 'girls or boys' as sex-toys. Later the Christian church conveniently used the imagery of the 'horned one' as that of Lucifer, Beelzebub, etc the 'Fallen Angel' in their hell-and-heaven fairytale horror-stories to intimidate gullible villagers into a submissive, pro-creative, domesticated life-style. Only the privileged carried on as usual with their lusts and fancies, much like hypocrites today! Well, fuck all that and the Trojan whore, that cult of Emperor Constantine rode into town with. Now, upon complete liberation, I get a boner from the homoerotic depictions of 'dark demons' and their brutal masculinity, massive cocks, pierced and muscled... fucking with abandon and of course NEVER with a damn rubber. Odd how even 'The Church' condemns them things! lol

Interesting to read all this feedback; all pretty much IN FAVOR of breeding with FULL ABSORPTION. And here I thought I developed that (kinky) fetish on my own. (seriously, I had never heard of it from others, until I did it a few times myself. Enjoying willful, promiscuous poz sex and getting chills and electrifying contact-highs from letting horny dudes cum in you! Going from vanilla sex to purposely whoring around and taking raw loads from any random buck and let it marinade inside you for a DNA-transfer booty-bump! It is as if his 'imagined slut history' gives you testosterone-by-proxy shot! All in the head or maybe for real? So fucking hot and naughty. The best feeling is 'strutting off into the elevator', ass pumped full, your slut-gear lubed, not knowing what his name was, not knowing who all he fucked or what his status was... never mind 'WALK-OF-SHAME'! It's a STUD STRUT, cocky, smirking, shameless, defiant, cock semi-erect, your hunger sniffing the air for other bucks, while the musk of the last carnal bonding is still strong. The cruising to see if by chance another player hits you up or makes eye contact, that customary 'nod'. It's a TOTAL HIGH for me! "Hey, sloppy seconds anyone!" (almost anyone will do)

Just had a trick over who is by tats and piercings easily classifiable a 'bad boy'. He is actually a nice guy and organizes various fetish and sex parties. In the days BEFORE becoming a genuine BAREBACKER I might have kept my distance as he is a guy that might be 'TOO RISKY' and definitely promiscuous, just out for an easy fuck. Well I'm there now, as a late-cummer to the bareback cause: RAW IS LAW! He showed up as he always does: boots and commando, huge nipples rings barely hidden under the wife-beater. He doesn't talk much (most of the time) just casually drops his denims with his half-erect boner flinging out. Right of the bat, as usual, his cock was oozing and drooling precum in copious amounts. As much as some guys normally cum. Huge pre-coitus DNA release... DANGER!!!! THRILL-RIDE!!! No lube necessary! Not even spit! Unless he used his. Legs up, me playing with those nipple-knockers, knowing on guys like him that gets the loads and the orgasm even more intense and big!!! Knowing he is everything I once feared and avoided, I'm even more receptive to taking his load! He went extra fast this time! And when I felt his copious nut rush into my insides, my slutty man-cunt was sucking it up, feeding on sketchy DNA, wanting to be impregnated by the leading buck like some trailerpark whore. Of course, she'd probably have regret the moment after and queefe out her illegitimacy, before her man finds out! My man doesn't care, actually encourages me to get bred and loaded. Only rule: no cheating with condoms! That ain't real sex! So no REGRETS here of any kind! Instead I felt a deep satisfaction as the dude nutted, and my sphincter closing up shop as his cock slipped out. NO PULLING OUT (prematurely) NO LOADS REFUSED, NO RETURNS, all sales final! I'm holding onto that demon seed NOW, this very moment like a thief who pilfered the bank. I just put on my gym clothes and I'm heading to Planet Fitness (judgement-free Zone) where I will hop onto the stairmaster for at least an hour to make sure that impregnating DNA works itself into my system. Absorbs his legacy and free spirit! If I'm lucky there will be no 'dripping' lol... Not after depriving myself of all the thrills bareback sex could have been had I (consequently and promiscuously) practiced it earlier in life. Sure I might be dead, but judging by what I'm seeing here I may still not have entered the POZ brotherhood any earlier... than I did! Now taking a load (and holding on to it) is like a kinky ritual of the bb-manhood, a BOOTY BUMP of alien masculinity! Not like 'tribal blood-brothers' but even more intense: "SPERM-BROTHERS"

Dudes going COMMANDO!!! The dick-head flopping around in loose shorts on the beach! Or COMMANDO IN DENIMS! Worn denims! Button-fly denims that aren't buttoned 'all the way', either in the middle, the top or both! A signal, 'dude is a slut', horny and eager to be naked! BIG FETISH! Maybe when I came out in Minneapolis and then in West Hollywood, the most 'popular' (slutty) guys seemed to always flaunt their big bulges with pride! And I didn't see many in awkward underwear doing that! It electrified me when THE RIDGE of the head, as is common on circumcised cocks left a permanent 'marking in the denim crotch!! Holy shit! Always FLAUNTING and advertising! These guys were hardcore cruisers who in the early stages of me coming out I was a bit 'afraid' of. To them I was 'just a number', a trick, staring at me. Leaning back against the bar to show off his junk, the schlong and ballsack filling out the stretched material... and the posers would presumably devour you with their eyes or stealthly from behind sun-glasses, already pre-cuming in anticipation of breeding a hole! A RANDOM HOLE, your hole, my hole. And you could see the fat cock and that RIDGE growing... and then the guy would follow you to the bath-room and whip that vulgarly-flaunted dick out in one swift move. HOT-DAMN! A definite always a champ-cock! And then that casual nod or the 'what's up'... on your knees and suck it, that huge lollipop even before he stops dripping! I Typically froze up as a twink, laboring with delusions of 'Mister Right' and monogamy! Then later, the as I become a genuine slut, GOING COMMANDO became a FETISH, even hotter than jocks and more erotic than sexy on-line slut-wear. Sometimes I can VIRTUALLY TASTE those cocks when a guys leans back and poses and it's obvious he is going COMMANDO!!!

I get turned on by bottom-guys with a sexy GAPING, (elongated) fuck-hole. I imagine how many big-dicked studs must have rutted his hole... and how long... each session must have taken... how many MAN-HOURS are on his gaping fuck-hole. The more guys I imagine have bred and 'broken him in', the more I'm turned on.