TwistedBBboy

Yes, Atripla is the most commonly prescribed HIV treatment in the US (or so I've been told). As for pozzing five guys in the past year while being undetectable, might I ask how you are accomplishing that? When were you last deemed undetectable? And is there any needle sharing involved?

Well, I've had a few run-ins with Austin online. He is always ALWAYS tweaked and with a group of guys. Yes, he is poz. I've been with guys who have taken his cock and apparently (despite how it looks on film) he is a rather boring fuck. Strange...

I am not at ALL a fan of twinks, which I do believe Blue would be categorized as. But there is something about this boy that makes my dick drool. I'd take him on anytime, anywhere. I think people would mistake us for brothers! Not just in looks but in how we behave during sex. Very similar.

I'm wondering if anyone knows the odds of a medicated and undetectable HIV+ man converting a HIV- boy. Anyone have experiences in that situation? I know that a Swiss panel (a couple of years ago) claimed that an undetectable HIV+ person is at no risk of transmitting the virus but that statement has been widely debated. Thoughts? Experiences?

First time I did anal was 12, I knew what I wanted and set it up. Never regretted it, never looked back. Bareback from the first fuck. Took his load, he took mine.

I have four or five Twitter accounts (I've lost count). Only one is for my blog and sluttiness. Never opened a Facebook page for the reasons rawTop mentioned above. Its actually relatively easy to have multiple Twitter accounts using TweetDeck and TweetCaster for my Android. Just have to be careful not to reply or post using the wrong account!

I love fucking a cummy hole. Nothing better than just slamming in a slick ass knowing its already bred and ready to be torn up. Even hotter if it isn't my load in there already. I'll admit that at times I do enjoy making it that way myself and going back for seconds. That smell that starts wafting up and filling the room - pure sex. Watching my cock get frothy right as I churn that load and add a fresh one. HOT!

Wow! I remember this story from Bugshare. It was easily one of my faves. Would make me cum EVERYTIME I read it. I think I even emailed back and forth with Gymguy8 about it but he stopped responding and I figured the story was lost forever. Thank god it isn't!

And here I thought he was pozzed in the Treasure Island Media flick "Breeding Ian Jay". It seemed like they were implying that anyway.

I always travel with my StreemMaster Mini Douche from Fort Troff. It was inexpensive, durable and I've yet to have airport security look at it. Works like a charm!

I'm living the epitome of a double life. By day I play an openly gay male who appears to be "good". I am told constantly that I look innocent. But behind the scenes I write about my exploits on my own bareback blog and have only ever had bareback sex. I'm a pig in cleverly disguised packaging.

Click here to see Twisted BB Boy's original blog post... I was high off my ass and had a gorgeous cock planted in me. “You okay?” He asked, with a slight edge to his voice. Before this was the point where he would have to stop. I could tell he didn’t even really want to ask. “Of course.” I couldn’t help but smile. I was finally taking him bare. What else could a boy like me want? ——————————- The new poppers were strong, I hadn’t even bothered to notice what brand they were but I was already a fan. My whole body felt flush and my hole wasn’t giving any resistance to the 8-inch raw cock that was invading it. I felt complete and that realization caused a shiver to run down my spine. My stud picked up on my extreme horniness and ground his cock into me, hard. I was his slut for the night and he knew it. He pushed me forward into the bed, keeping his cock planted deep. My own dick rubbed against the sheets and I knew it would be a battle to keep from cumming before he wanted me to. The poppers were the long-lasting variety and coupled with the high-grade pot we had just smoked I was basically a couple of holes for raping. I stayed where he had pushed me and let him take control entirely. He wasted no time pulling almost entirely out and slamming back into me with his first thrust. I grunted involuntarily. His bare cock felt amazing in me and I figured his goal of the evening wasn’t to just “flood my ass” (as he had promised) but to also leave me a gaping, limp and content slut. Railing me from the start was a sure way to accomplish that. Over and over he pulled almost his entire length in and out of my ass. Each time he bottomed out he would grind slightly against my cheeks, rotating his pelvis, causing his cock to probe every possible inch of my hole. I was a moaning and groaning mess. It felt amazing. I knew his precum was coating my chute and that was all it took. I kept thinking about pleasing him and knowing I would be rewarded with a four day pent-up load. Just as the first wave of poppers wore off I heard something that broke my reverie. I was stoned and couldn’t quite place the source. All I knew was that I still had a raw cock up my ass. Then I heard it again. Suddenly my hole was empty without warning. “Don’t move.” was all he said. I heard him walk away quickly. I realized immediately that I’d heard someone knocking on the door. My stomach lurched. I didn’t know if it was something my top had planned or if we were in trouble for my loud groans. I heard the door open quietly and peeked over my shoulder. My stud had retrieved a towel from the bathroom and had it loosely wrapped around his waist, his still rock hard cock blatantly apparent. He was standing behind the slightly ajar door speaking low and quietly to the person on the other side. I saw him shake his head from side-to-side and then he closed the door, being sure to engage the security latch. I turned back around quickly, knowing I was supposed to have not moved at all. I heard him throw the towel across the room. Without warning his cock was lined up with my ass again, this time I could tell it was dripping with precum and I felt my ass open up willingly without any poppers or thought. “Good boy.” he sneered as he slammed back into me in one thrust. I called out his name through gritted teeth. As much as I was sure he was trying to make it hurt, even slightly, it didn’t. It was intense, but it was pure pleasure. He resumed long-dicking my ass but at a quicker pace than before the interruption. I started to pulse my hole in timing with his thrusts, making sure to relax as he thrust inward, and tighten as he withdrew. I wanted that four day load in me deep. I would milk that raw cock and make sure he was pleased. I would earn it. We developed a rhythm. I felt detached from my body, revelling in the pleasure of his assault. I have no idea how long he railed my ass for. I can only assume it was at least ten minutes before I felt him slow down. “Not yet. Not yet.” he whispered. I had the feeling he was telling himself to slow down more than me. He withdrew from me slowly. I looked behind me to see his cock bouncing in the air, glistening wet with my ass juices and his precum. He was sweating profusely, beads of which were dripping down his recently formed pecs. The sight made my own cock pulse against the sheets, reminding me that it was still there. Very few tops can manage to make me forget I have a dick. He was now one of them. I turned around, sitting on the bed. He needed a minute to calm down, that was apparent. I smiled at him and he winked at me. “Get on the bed, on your stomach.” he instructed. I did as told and as I slid into position I felt my cock spurting precum onto the well-worn bedspread. I knew it would probably stain and I wondered how many other juices had become a permanent part of the decor. I was being a nasty slut and enjoyed the thought of all the others that had shared the same room with me, giving into our basic instincts; our need to breed. The bottle of poppers, that insofar I had only hit a few times, was still clutched in my hand. I knew I was going to use them again shortly when I felt him climb onto the bed behind me. The bed squeaked as he slithered his way up my backside, mingling his sweaty abdomen and chest with my smooth back. It felt amazing. Then his cock made contact with my ass, rubbing between the cheeks. He started to dry hump me while reaching around to tweak my nipples. He was working me up to please him and I couldn’t help but shiver again. “So you want my load, huh?” “Fuck yes, I’ve always wanted it!” I shouted. He tweaked my nipples harder, causing me to writhe beneath him. “Been saving up for days. Can’t wait to nut in that hole. Promise to soak it all up, boy?” I groaned and bit the bedspread to calm myself down. I nodded dramatically, trying to convey my message while also thinking of anything but what he’d just said. His weight on top of me and the friction of the bedspread had me dangerously close to cumming. He lifted off my backside suddenly. I turned halfway around, thankful that my cock could breathe for a second and also wondering why he had stopped. He was still on the bed, hard cock in hand, looking at my naked body. “My dick is a little dry. You want lube or do you want to slobber on it for me?” I answered by quickly scooting toward him and engulfing his cock with my mouth and throat. I knew I wasn’t supposed to suck, instead I was to give him a slutjob. I drooled all over that dick, quickly getting a taste of myself on him. I continued to gag on him, forcing more saliva to come forth. When he was pleased with the level of lubrication he pulled me off of him. “Turn back around.” I got back into position and spread my legs apart. Before he did though I saw him grab his little black bag and remove an additional bottle of poppers, which he tossed in front of me. “I want you poppered up for the rest of this. I want that hole to be as sloppy and open as possible to take this load.” Fuck yes…was all I could think. I opened the newer bottle and huffed them, then switched to the first bottle he had given me. Just as they began to wash over me he got back into position. My hole was ready and so was his cock. Just as before he lined up his cock with my ass but instead of slamming it in he put the slick head against my hole and applied just the smallest amount of pressure. I knew this tactic, having used it on many bottoms myself; he wanted my ass to prove how hungry it was. The popper combo was powerful and he soon got what he wanted. Without any effort on my part, my ass started to pucker open and closed on his cockhead, slowly sucking it in. All he had to do was go with the flow and somehow after a minute or so my hungry cunt had swallowed him down to his nuts. “Thatta boy.” he growled in my ear, then he bit my lobe hard. I was groaning like a bitch in heat, having fully succumbed to him and his raw dick. “Poppers, boy.” I started to hit them again as he began to thrust in and out of me harshly. The first round hadn’t even fully warn off. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted me completely poppered for the rest of the fuck. Just as I screwed the cap back on the second bottle he started power fucking me. I can’t fully describe how he laid into my ass. He was bouncing on top of me while doing pushups above me. He was using the mattress as a spring board for his actions, slamming into me and causing the momentum to bounce back up as he withdrew. Soon his rhythm was truly amazing. His cock began to leave my ass entirely but for only a fraction of a second each time, as the bed would bounce me back up and onto him, where he would then slam back in the full 8-inch length. Over and over and over. His stamina was unbelievable. All the while I was hitting the poppers, as instructed. My ass was being fucked, I was stoned and poppered to within an inch of passing out from pure pleasure. I’d never been fucked so intensely before but I wasn’t going to stop him. I wanted that load. I knew we were making a ruckus. The bed was moving in time with his fucks, away from the headboard that was affixed to the wall. My groans were bordering on screams of pleasure. His own grunts and growls were rising in intensity. He was getting close. I hit the poppers and did my best to see through the clouded mind enough to squeeze my hole down on his cock. I tried my best but he had opened me up to the point that it felt like I was giving effort to a futile action. I settled into the bed even further and gave in. “Beg for it, bitch.” He called out in a strained voice. He was right on the edge and I knew what every bottom knows to say in that moment. “I want your cum! BREED ME!” I growled out. As I did one of his hands pushed my head into the bed, hard. I felt one of his strokes withdraw and then something white hot coated the outside of my cheeks. For a split second I was worried that he wouldn’t get his load into me. But, I soon realized he was simply getting me in place. He had pinned me down such that as he shot that first spurt it hit my hole perfectly. “FUCCCCCK!!!” he screamed as he slammed back into me harder than before. He bottomed out and then I felt it. His cock was pulsing inside of me, somehow larger than it already was. I could feel it spurt, one, two, three, four times…and it kept going. It felt like he was pissing in my ass there was so much cum. Realizing my guts were finally coated in his load I gave over to my own orgasm and felt my dick emptying its load onto the bedspread below me. I knew my ass was involuntarily pulsing on his cock, milking even more cum from him. “Holy shit! Still cumming…” he gasped out. I was still in the throws of my own orgasm as I felt his cock pushing more cum into me. He collapsed on top of me, dripping in sweat. His cock was still planted in me deep and he thrust in and out lightly, shaking slightly. I could still feel his cock spasming in me and I wondered if he was still cumming. His sweat made my back slick and he slid up and down me like a snake. Soon I could smell it; that heady masculine smell of fresh cum. It had begun to permeate the room and I was the nasty source of it. He began to rise above me, slowly withdrawing his now spent cock. As he did so the cold air hit my ass and I could finally feel just how wet my hole was. I couldn’t see it but I knew my ass cheeks were coated in his first shot and my crack was full as well. I knew from his position that he was inspecting my ass. I heard him grunt in approval, then felt him remove himself from the bed. I lay there spent, my ass coated in cum, both inside and out, and my own load sticking me to the bed. I felt happy and content. I felt full. I heard the sleazy motel shower start up. I had hoped to clean his cock off but apparently I hadn’t been quick enough. Eventually I managed to move, doing my best to keep his load planted in my well-fucked hole. When I stood up and I could feel my own load dripping down my abs and the remnants of his first shot dripping down the back of my legs. But I knew that I had the bulk of a four day load planted 8-inches in my guts. I was dazed and slightly confused. I wasn’t sure what was expected of me now. I quietly walked to the bathroom and saw him showering with the curtain open. His cock was still three-quarters hard and I felt myself lick my lips. Despite having just cum myself I was still cock hungry. He spotted me as he soaped himself. “Where do you think you’re going? My nuts aren’t empty yet.” ————— Part 4 will be the end of this particular fuck. Hope you guys are enjoying and getting a nut off to this! Leave a comment! More...

I never EVER watch condom porn. Makes my dick limp within seconds. That being said, I recently did download a few videos featuring Trent Locke. Something about that stud crosses the barrier and I can stand to watch him use latex. They don't make me cum though.

This may be the wrong place to post this within the forums (if so, I apologize @rawTOP). Just wanted to let everyone know that my blog has moved. I decided to remove it from the control of Google's Blogger Terms of Service following their choice to quietly (and without explanation) remove numerous of my fellow BB blogging brethren's blogs. I purchased a new domain and added it to hosting I already paid for in the past so that I have complete control. Take a look and be sure to update your feed settings if you subscribe in that fashion. The Adventures of TwistedBBboy Thanks! --Twisted

Totally versatile. I could never give up either side of the equation. My taste does tend to fluctuate from day to day and depending on the chemistry with the guy I'm with.

I'm not sure if it is actually addictive so much as its natural and therefore we crave it inherently. The need to breed is the basis of our gender. Spread the seed!

I agree with everyone; spit is the best lube second only to a fresh hot load of cum. I have a rather large cock, so a lot of guys freak when I don't want to use lube. But I precum buckets and if they allow me to prove it I can inevitably get in them balls deep without issue.

Click here to see Twisted BB Boy's original blog post... As the door closed behind me I found myself staring at that jockstrap wrapped fuck stick. I swear I started to drool. "On your knees, boy." was the first thing he said to me. I was helpless to fight my instincts. I did as I was told. ------------------ I dropped to my knees before my stud for the evening and swallowed the overflowing amount of saliva that was pooling in my mouth. He had managed to activate my slutty mode with a few simple words and a dominant stance. I was so hard at that point that my cock actually ached in my jeans and I wondered how long I'd have to wait to get out of them. He stepped forward, shoving my face into his jock. I inhaled his scent and started tonguing the underside of his pouch, listening to him grunt in approval. I couldn't wait to suck on that cock, to get it ready for my raw ass. I'd craved his load for a very long time. It got better. "I haven't shot my load in four days. I'm going to flood your ass." He growled. I couldn't help but moan like a bitch in heat. He had always been a big shooter. Sometimes it seemed like the bigger the cock, the bigger the load. I knew I fit that theory and would be proving it later myself. Without removing his cock from the jock he pulled me up until I was standing, simultaneously lifting my shirt over my head. In ten seconds flat I was butt naked in front of him. We weren't the type of fuck buddies that kissed. Sometimes that kind of chemistry isn't there. Instead I would make out with his cock and he would make out with my ass. But this time he wanted to be serviced. He eyed me up and down, a smirk appearing in his eyes and at the corners of his mouth. He turned his back to me and went to sit in the chair next to the bed, removing his little bag and setting it on the bed. He settled into the chair, sliding forward slightly, splaying his legs widely. Sometimes there truly is nothing hotter than seeing a man waiting for service. He stared at me as I looked at his newly formed physique and locked my eyes on his rock hard cock still hidden within his jock. My own dick, which was still larger than his own, was fully exposed and bouncing in the air, dripping copious amounts of precum on the ratty carpet. I resumed my position between his legs, on my knees, like a good little cocksucker. I looked up at him and he nodded, telling me silently that I could remove his jockstrap. I reached forward and began to slip it off of him, my hands shaking slightly with excitement. Later I would realize how different this encounter was compared to our previous ones. Not only did I find him more attractive but his demeanor had changed and knowing I was finally going to be bred by that beautiful cock had me trembling. Funny how knowing you get to take a load makes sex a million times better. Once his jock was off I gawked at his cock. It seemed bigger than I recalled. Without even thinking I gobbled it down. He was already wet with precum, which was flattering. I knew he was excited to breed my bare ass. I sucked it down as best I could but continued to gag. He wasn't just long but thick as well. I tried my best, tears coming to my eyes. He had rested his head on the back of the chair and was enjoying the treatment. When he heard me chock hard he pulled me off his cock. "How about we smoke some and I'll let you snort some poppers. See if that helps." He winked at me as he reached for his small black bag. I scooted over to my jacket and removed my hitter box. We smoked quickly, the need to continue with our playtime taking hold. The pot took over my mind, relaxing me but causing me to be even hornier than before (if that were possible). He handed me a new bottle of poppers and I snorted hard and deep. Just as the weed was creeping up on me I threw poppers into the mix. I was flying high. Quite frankly I devoured his cock, immediately. I swallowed deep and hard, basically forcing myself to take it. He groaned loudly, obviously pleased. I repeated the same routine, over and over, skull fucking myself with his cock. I could taste his precum and even felt like my throat was coated in it. After five minutes of this deepthroating he pulled me off his cock quickly. "That's a big fucking load and you almost made me blow it down your throat!" he chuckled deeply. I was pleased that I had managed to get him so close but happy he had stopped himself from nutting. Tonight was about the breeding. He stood up, I followed suit. His cock was bobbing in the air like a prize fighter, glistening wet. I had him ready. Now it was my turn. He bent me over the side of the bed, gruffly. Insofar rimming had always been his best sexual ability. But this time he was even better. He made out with my ass, diving tongue first in from the first taste. I couldn't help but grip the sheets and call out his name. He was slobbering all over my ass, biting the cheeks, combining extreme pain and pleasure in the best way. I knew my ass was opening up, quickly. He had me right where he wanted me and he knew it. I turned my neck and could see him wiggling his face between my cheeks that he was holding apart with both of his hands. The sight was delicious and I found myself snorting the poppers lightly. I wanted to make sure my ass would open up entirely before he even attempted to shove that fuck stick into my raw ass. Nothing was going to stop this from happening. Apparently he could tell that I'd hit the poppers, despite me doing it discreetly. "Fuck yeah, boy. Open that hole up for me. Going to fuck you hard." He dove back in, spitting on my hole and rubbing it in with his fingers. I knew we were getting close to him mounting me. About that time I felt him shift behind me. A few short seconds later I felt his bare, precum covered cockhead at my hole. This time he wouldn't find any resistance whatsoever. He rubbed that raw cockhead all over my hole, spreading his precum in just the right spots. He knew I wasn't a fan of lubes and was going to do this all natural. "You better hit those poppers. Get ready." He grunted. I did as I was told. As I did I felt him applying a slight amount of additional pressure on my hole. The poppers and weed had me in just the right mindset to let him sink in however he wanted. I inhaled a second round of poppers, regardless. He pushed hard just as I screwed the cap back on the poppers and exhaled. Before my mind could even react he was buried balls deep in my bare ass. There was no pain, just extreme pleasure and the feeling that I was finally complete. I was high off my ass and had a gorgeous cock planted in me. "You okay?" He asked, with a slight edge to his voice. Before this was the point where he would have to stop. I could tell he didn't even really want to ask. "Of course." I couldn't help but smile. I was finally taking him bare. What else could a boy like me want? ------------------------------- Part 3 is going to be pretty intense boys, so stay tuned. Soon you'll understand why I used the term "firehose" in the title... More...

Click here to see Twisted BB Boy's original blog post... I hesitate to admit this to my readers, seeing as this is a barebacking blog, but in the interest of being totally honest I will tell you that I have been fucked and fucked guys using condoms. I can count the number of guys this occurred with on one hand. Better than that I can honestly say that eventually EVERY one of those guys had sex with me sans condom. Therefore, I can say that I have barebacked with every single man I've ever had sex with. Yes, I pride myself on that fact. Which is why I'm telling this story. The stud involved in this escapade had hooked up with me many times before, but always using condoms when he fucked me. Over time he began to show an interest in barebacking my ass and this was the culmination of that. ------------------------------------ To start things off I'll admit this guy was a contradiction in my book. I like my men confident, but not cocky, masculine, in shape, etc. I'm somewhat picky. This guy doesn't really fit that bill. He was in his early 30's, pale white, to the point of being questionably albino, (which, albeit, can be hot"). Slightly over six feet tall (which I do like) a tad pudgy but not so much as to be disgusting, with an "eh" face (ya know, when you see them and go "eh"). Worse than anything he has a lisp and calls himself VGL. But, alas, my faggot sensibilites and normally high standards were completely swayed, multiple times, by what was swinging between his legs. His cock is a thing of beauty, no doubt. Eight inches long, perfectly straight, uncut with a bulbous mushroom head. He had a matching pair of bull nuts that produce buckets of cum and seep precum like a sieve. Better than that he was a great rimmer and his cock tasted awesome. The sad part, aside from his physical and mental defects (VGL he was not), was that he was a condom nazi. I had hooked up with him prior to this event probably three or four times (I tend to block out condom escapades). Each time I would do my best to get him in me raw but he was medically trained and very cautious. We would end up trying to fuck a myriad of ways but it always ended with me asking him to stop. Truth be told my asshole has a mind of its own. If a guy is trying to fuck me that I'm not interested in, my hole clamps up and won't allow easy access. If a cock comes at me with a condom on, the same occurs. Everytime he tried to slide into me it hurt like a motherfucker because of that fucking piece of latex on his gorgeous dick. We would try over and over and over, the floor of my room becoming littered in half used condoms. Eventually we would just give up and I'd sit on his face and suck him off. It was better than nothing and at least I got to taste that cock. But something had changed the last time I hooked up with him. He still insisted on using condoms but told me about the hookup he had had the previous weekend. Apparently he was out of town and ended up having his first taste of Tina (something at this point I still had yet to do). He told me how it felt and he got this crazy glint in his eye. Something told me his twisted side was starting to see the light. We fumbled around, as usual, ending in the same old way. After that we chatted online and discussed hooking up again. I had decided that I wasn't going to let him try to fuck me with rubbers again. It was raw or nothing. I subtly made this clear to him. A month or two passed, with him still being evasive. I had pretty much given up at this point. At the time I was 19 or 20, I'm not really sure. I knew I could get hotter guys. Guys that would fuck me raw without question. Then, one cold and wet winter day he texted me. "So you want my load?" "Fuck yeah, always have wanted that awesome cock's cum." "Want to get a motel room tonight and I'll give you what you want?" My cock was rock hard. I couldn't type "HELL YES" fast enough. Not only was I going to get bred by that amazing 8-inch dick but it was going to be in a sleazy motel. I have a bit of a fetish for hotel sex. The night couldn't come fast enough. We were texting back and forth constantly, discussing the nasty things we were going to do to each other. All of which revolved around him planting his raw loads deep in my ass. I wasn't really sure what had happened with him between the last time we hooked up and then but something had broken the damn and all of his pent up sexual fantasies were springing forth. And my ass was the lucky recipient of that flood. Lucky for both of us I was in possession of some Grade-A pot and he had multiple bottles of fresh poppers (could this get any better???). I was beginning to understand why he wanted to have the hotel room. We were going buck wild and clean up wouldn't have to be considered. We made a plan to meet up mid-evening. He would get the room and text me where to go. I hopped in the shower and made sure everything was perfect. I didn't want ANYTHING getting in the way. It was almost time to head to the hotel and by this time I was exceedingly wound up. My dick had been hard for hours and the fresh underwear that I had put on was already soaked with my precum. I was excited, to say the least. Finally the text came through and I rushed out the door to get my ass bred. Luckily the hotel was blocks from where I was living. I was there within minutes. I'd been to this place before, but never for any sexual fun. I recalled how suspicious the owners were of anyone they didn't know coming into the place (despite the hotel being a high-rise). I pushed through the front door and was not surprised to see the male owner, a Middle Eastern man, eying me up and down, as if I were going to rob him. I made quickly to the elevator on the other side of the lobby and just as I entered I heard him call out to me. I pushed the 5 button and hoped the doors would close in time. Just as they did I could hear him quickly shuffling across the lobby. So now I was not just about to get bred but I was a fugitive. I couldn't help but chuckle. I just hoped he couldn't see what level I was getting off at! The elevator doors opened and I followed the signs down the dimly lit hallway toward the correct room number. The walls looked filthy and the tacky carpeting wasn't much better. Somehow that made this all the more raunchy. Just the way I like it. As I walked down the hallway I realized I was still rock hard and wondered if the owner had noticed. I'd never been this turned on by this guy before. Something felt different this time. Maybe it was knowing I was going to take his raw load, maybe it was a premonition of some sort. All I knew was I had butterflies in my stomach and a quickly forming wet spot on the front of my jeans. Eventually I found myself at the far end of the hallway. The room was on the right. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my stomach, and knocked. I heard some shuffling on the other side of the door. The door's lock was disengaged but the door itself remained shut. I waited a few seconds and turned the handle. Once the door was open I was taken aback for a second. Somehow my fuck for the evening had undergone a transformation in the few months since our last encounter. He was standing a couple of yards back from the door, wearing a plain white jockstrap that was stretched to its limit trying to contain that already hard gorgeous cock of his. But he wasn't as chubby as before. He had obviously been working out, a lot. Where before he had a slight tummy, now I could see the outline of his abs. He wasn't ripped quite yet but he was on his way. He had also lost weight in his face, suddenly his bone structure was much more apparent. More attractive. As I looked him up and down I realized that the vibe coming off of him had changed as well. He didn't seem as fem as before. He had always been cocky but now he gave off an air of dominance. His legs were splayed slightly and he had a devious grin on his face. He knew he had changed and was showing himself off to me. I stepped into the room, noting quickly that he had brought a laptop computer that was playing raunchy bareback porn on the dresser. A bag sat in a chair next to the bed and I wondered what he had brought with him. As the door closed behind me I found myself staring at that jockstrap wrapped fuck stick. I swear I started to drool. "On your knees, boy." was the first thing he said to me. I was helpless to fight my instincts. I did as I was told. ------------------------------- As always, this is a true story. I hope you guys are enjoying insofar! Part 2 coming up... 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Click here to see Twisted BB Boy's original blog post... I was still high off my ass as I continued to grind my load into his ass. I didn't want a single drop to be wasted. Soon the poppers wore off and I ground my dick to a stop, planting it nine inches deep. I could feel my white hot load deep inside of him. I slapped his ass, sweat dripping down my back. "Good boy." "Thank you, Sir," he wheezed out. I'm sure I had given him an intense ride. And the night had just begun. ----------------------------------- My raw cum covered dick was still planted nine inches deep up his ass. I was never one of those tops who pulled out quickly. I relished in the feeling of a hole that had just been loaded by me. I moved in and out of his ass, slightly, rubbing my thick and creamy nut deeper into him. He had gone limp slightly, seemingly more exhausted now than I was. I slapped his ass, hard. That perked him back up and he started groaning again. "Milk it, bitch." This was another one of my common instructions to bottoms. After I've knocked your ass up you better tighten that hole as I pull out so as to drain every drop out of my dick. He followed my orders, tightening his hole. I admit that it was barely noticeable, given the partial fisting and slam fuck I'd delivered. His hole was stretched and full. I couldn't help but smile as I watched my still hard cock slowly withdrawing from his used and abused ass. It felt good to shoot that pent up load, plus I was stoned, buzzed and coming down from an intense popper high. Afterglow at its best. Eventually just the head was left in his ass and I slapped his ass hard again, making him tighten ever so slightly more. I popped out and backed up until my ass met the couch. I was slightly spent. He whirled around quickly and scooted over between my feet, his eyes locked on my glistening monster cock. There was devotion and wonder in his eyes. "Go on, boy. Have at it." He wasted no time and started devouring my cock. He didn't just lick it clean, he suckled it, nursed on it. He was worshiping me like a stud should be worshiped after he honored your ass with a major raw load. I was still hard and didn't intend to go soft so I let him do his job before my cock became too sensitive. Once I was pleased that it was clean enough I pulled his head off my cock roughly. "Refresh my drink and have one yourself." "Thank you, Sir." He grabbed my glass and trotted off the kitchen to replenish my drink, walking slightly funny. I knew he was doing his best to keep that massive load up his ass. I returned my attention to the TIM video playing on the screen. It was one I had seen a hundred times and I knew exactly when each top was about to breed the slut bottom getting gangbanged on the screen. I heard a deep gulp and looked over to see my sub bttm gulping down a large glass of bourbon. He knew he wasn't allowed to drink with me, so he downed his cocktail fast and returned to my feet with my own. "Change the video. Something new." He shuffled off to his bedroom and returned with his massive collection. I chose something new and he plugged it in, once again returning to my feet. He never sat on the same surface as me. Always below. I placed my left foot on his thigh and he took the hint and began to massage my foot. Then he lifted it to his face and began to lick it from bottom to top, taking each toe into his mouth. He repeated the process on my right foot. All the while I was getting the next porn started, sipping on my drink and rubbing my still engorged cock. This was proper service. He continued massaging me with his mouth, working his way up to my inner thigh, skipping my cock (which he knew not to suck without permission) and continued to lick the cut out of my abs. I lifted my pits, which I had left deoderantless for just this. He began to snort and lick just like a little pig should. "Yeah, you like those pits, don't you?" "Yes, Sir. Love them." My dick was leaking again and I knew he was earning another load. Once he finished cleaning out my sweaty pits I pushed his head down to my cock and told him to work for it. This second load was going down his throat and I wanted him to remind me just how skillful a cocksucker he was. He took it as a challenge, just as I intended. I can't fully explain how he sucks cock because he truly is talented. As I understand it he hasn't had much experience with cocks of my size but he never seems to have issue with deepthroating or being skull fucked. Nor does he ever complain that his jaw is getting tired or he needs to breathe. He doesn't stop until the nut is delivered and even then he keeps sucking. I switched between watching him work hard on my dick and the new porn on the screen. Every once in a while, when he deepthroated all nine inches, I would quickly put my hands on the back of his head and hold him in place, pushing my cock even deeper. His eyes would bug out slightly but he didn't fight me. A few times I probably could have made him pass out. I loved the power that my cock exuded and he seemed to feast on me like it was the last time he'd ever taste a real stud cock. Thirty minutes of service passed before I decided to give in to him. I could have lasted much longer but at this point I'd already been using his holes for two hours and knew I had another load ready after the coming one. I handed him one of the other new bottles of poppers and he opened it greedily. I took a deep hit and let myself give in. He took my cue and started deepthroating exclusively, knowing it would get me off. The new poppers were stronger than the last and I felt a new load starting to boil. "I'm going to cum, eat it cocksucker!" I bellowed. My abs crunched and I slammed my cock into his throat. This orgasm was as strong as my first and I felt my cock sputtering a thicker load down his throat. His face was red and I was suffocating him but I don't let go until I've finished emptying my nuts. Eventually I relaxed and let him breathe. He gasped for air once and then devoured my cock again. Such a good little pig. Soon my cock was sensitive again and I pulled him off. I squeezed the base of my cock and milked it upwards. A small drop of cum emerged and his eyes widened. Before I could even command it he had licked it up and swallowed. He had certainly earned another load up his ass. ---------------------------- I needed a little bit of a break after having shot two loads without much rest. This typically happens when I use my submissive bottom and each time he offers a full body massage. I typically resist this as it seems to be a little too intimate for my liking. But tonight I was nice and buzzed so I gave in. We went into his bedroom where he had John Mayer playing already. "Turn that pussy music off." I commanded. He did as told and the room went quiet. He dimmed the lights as I crawled onto the bed, laying on my stomach. He appeared with two massage lotions which he liberally applied all over my backside. This was just what I needed. I won't bore you with the details of the massage but suffice to say I was melted like butter by the end of it. He would've kept going had I allowed it but by this time it was past midnight and I wanted to get my last nut off and get home before I got too wasted. Sleeping over isn't my style. I returned to the living room and sat back on the couch. He changed out the porn to one of my liking and returned to his rightful place at my feet. I was jacking myself lightly while he watched. Eventually I was fully hard again. I grabbed both opened bottles of poppers and handed him one. I grabbed his face and smacked it lightly, somewhat encouragingly. He understood it was time for my final assault. He layed down on the carpeted floor, his ass slightly elevated. This time I would get to slide in without any resistance. This time his hole would be frothy white with my load. I love sloppy seconds. He started hitting the poppers as I climbed on top of his large muscular frame. My tall lean body somehow dominating him despite all logic. I lined my cock up with his ass and slid home. Just as I hoped, my load was still intact in his ass. Wet, warm and nasty. As soon as I was balls deep I started slamming in and out. I didn't need to be nice. Soon the smell started to permeate the room. Most people would find it to be disgusting but I knew that the heady manly smell was my still hot load being used as lube for my next load. I looked down at my cock, moving in and out of his ass quickly. Much to my delight his hole was covered in white froth. This only encouraged me to pound harder. Soon I was leveraging every pound of weight on my body, my toes pointed on the ground. I was doing pushups in and out of his ass. Screw the gym, sometimes fucking is a better workout than anything else. I kept slamming. My cock was pulsing hard and dripping additional precum into his already slick and slimy hole. I had no doubt that if any other top were to see this ass he would assume he had been gangbanged by at least five guys. I had loaded him up that much. All the while my little pig was snorting the poppers as if they were oxygen. I had no idea how long I'd been railing him this time but I was getting close. I grabbed my bottle of poppers off the ground and took a hit as I planted my dick deep inside his wet pussy. I screwed the cap back on and tossed them aside and started slamming him again. My seed was ready to blow and I didn't fight it. I let it flow naturally, without warning. This time I did manage to stop moving as I busted deep in his hole. He was groaning even louder than the first breeding. "Fuck! You're cumming! I can feel it!" he screamed. I pulsed in his ass for what seemed like five minutes before collapsing on his backside. "Damn, that one must have been smoking!" He grunted. It wasn't clear what he meant and I couldn't have cared less. I was done with him. I looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was nearly 1 AM. Time to go. I pulled out of his ass, standing up fast. He followed my lead but remained on his knees. He licked my cock clean quickly. He had enough experience with me to know when his time was up. Once my dick and balls were clean (the latter having been coated in my frothy first load) he returned my clothing to me, dressed me and thanked me for letting him service me. Next time I'm getting my fist up his ass. Even if I have to tie him down. -------------- Hope you guys enjoyed! He has since texted me a few times asking for another round. Chances are I'll ignore him for a month or so. 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Click here to see Twisted BB Boy's original blog post... My cock was still wet from his mouth and I noticed the rest of the poppers he had ordered for me sitting on the cushion next to me. My dick throbbed as I watched him crawl on his hands and knees toward me, while the image of Brad McGuire railing some raw manhole played behind him. This was going to be a good night. ------------------- I knew I had to watch myself and not get too wrapped up in how he was servicing me. My nuts were full and my cock was painfully hard already; it wouldn't take much to send me over the edge. I knew nothing would please him more than getting me to shoot that first load quickly and I was determined to make him work for it. As he made his way over to me on his hands and knees I grabbed the first new bottle of poppers and started to open it. He stopped between my legs, sitting back on his haunches, eyes locked on my cock. I realized I was doing something he should be doing for me and tossed the poppers at him. He grabbed them quickly and started peeling off the plastic for me. Once the poppers were prepared he shook them up and handed them back to me, still focused on my cock. "Suck it, bitch." I barked at him. He dove for it fast, suckling the precum coated mushroom head and swirling his tongue around the underside of my cock. It felt great and I moaned in appreciation while I closed my eyes and relaxed. "You like that, Sir?" he panted. I opened my eyes and without hesitation slapped him across the cheek. "You speak when spoken to, got it slut?" He nodded and licked my cock up and down with his wide flat tongue, trying to appease me for his transgression. Something about this little pig really brought out my sadistic side and I always found myself being cruel in response to his actions. He loved it, I knew that much. I uncapped the new bottle of poppers, relishing in the sound they make when first opened. Nothing gets me going like a fresh batch of poppers. My little piggy was a popper fiend as well, and he looked up at the poppers when he heard the noise, a Pavlovian response that probably caused his hole to pucker as well. I took a deep inhalation and screwed the cap back on. I layed my head back on the couch and waited. Most popper pigs know that the first minute is the best thing in the world and my bitch was very attuned to this. He started drooling all over my cock before he began deepthroating it. Up and down my slick pole he sucked. It felt amazing. Too amazing. I was getting dangerously close so I told him to get off my dick. He looked disappointed but I explained that I wasn't ready to cum yet. "I haven't blown a load in two days and this first shot isn't going down your throat, bitch. That ass better be hungry." "Yes, Sir. Very hungry, Sir." he panted, licking my sweaty balls. I can only imagine what was going through his piggy mind at that moment. He looked dazed, stoned, and insofar he hadn't even had a hit of poppers. I slid further down the couch, lining my ass up with the edge. I lifted my legs back and exposed my hole to him. He got the point and started eating me out like a ravenous animal. I had never really allowed him to do anything with my hole before. I didn't want to encourage any kind of power play and, like I said, he wasn't a man to me. He was a couple of holes. But I was pacing myself and quite frankly my own hole had been craving a rim job all week. So I hit the poppers again and made sure I opened my ass up as much as I could. I told him to get his tongue in deep and make out with my ass, otherwise he wasn't getting anymore cock. He obeyed me, eating me deep. My cock was bouncing up and down on my abs, drooling precum all over me. I would need to make sure he cleaned that up. The poppers coupled with the bourbon were putting me in a relaxed state but I still felt tense. I knew blowing my first load would help but I still wasn't ready to give it up. He hadn't earned it quite yet. Luckily I had brought the perfect antidote to all of my problems. I told him to stop eating my ass and bring me my jeans. He did as told, shuffling across the carpeted floor and returning my pants to me in record time. I pulled out my one-hitter and a small container of pot. He had seen me do this before and always seemed fascinated with my process, which amused me. I loaded up the hitter and grabbed my lighter. At the same time I tossed him the new poppers, instructing him to take a deep hit and get back to eating my hole. When I say take a deep hit, he always takes it very seriously. He sucked on that bottle like his life depended on it. His face flushed red and his eyes locked back onto my tight pink rosebud. As he began to hungrily lap at my ass I smoked a few hitters, feeling entirely comfortable finally. Weed always made me hornier than hell, even in public situations. So much so that my cock hardens at the mere scent of pot. But it also helped me keep myself in check. As the pot hit me my hole opened up even more and he shoved his tongue further in. It felt great but it was time to move on to the headline event of the evening. I had a two day built up load and his hole was about to become its new home. I pushed his head away from my ass and told him to turn around. He still had the poppers in his hand. Behind him was a chaise which he quickly layed across, exposing his ass to me. Nice and beefy, lightly dusted cheeks and a pink hole. Now my boy has always been an excellent bottom, always prepared, cleaned thoroughly. But previously we've had issues with him spoiling the sensations in his ass. One of the first times I bred him I realized my dick felt a bit numbed. When I noticed some white goop oozing out of his ass (not cum) I asked him what was up. He admitted that he using a topical numbing cream so that it doesn't hurt as much. I almost walked out on that fuck but I needed to nut so I went ahead and knocked him up. I didn't fuck him for months after that and he got the point. Today I looked at his hole for any signs of foul play. All looked in order so I lined my precum laced cockhead at his hole and started rubbing slightly. He knew he wouldn't get rimmed and that I would more than likely slam into him all at once. It was how I treated my bitch, so I let him popper himself up good and deep. Once I saw him screw the cap back on the poppers I prepared to assault his hole with my bare cock. I was stoned and buzzed, a perfect combo for how I wanted to use him. I withdrew the small amount of cockhead I had allowed to sink in and just as he exhaled his massive dose of poppers I slammed in. There was some resistance but I pushed through it. I felt my nuts against his ass and I relished the fire that now enveloped my cock. He was loose, I assumed he had used a dildo before my arrival. Normally this would upset me but I was actually pleased he had done so because it meant he wouldn't fight me as much this time. I ground into him and he moaned, the poppers turning him into his most basic animal. I started pulling in and out roughly, about three quarters of my cock, slamming it back in. I knew my dick was seeping precum into his ass and that I wasn't going to need lube for the rest of the night. Especially not after I knocked this first giant load into him. I fucked him this way for about five minutes, a steady rhythm building. Every once in a while I would grind my raw cock into him harshly. Making him almost scream out. I knew it hurt but he loved it nonetheless and lets be honest, be able to really lay into an ass is what a man is meant to do. I pulled out of his ass. I had decided earlier in the day that I wanted to try something on this bitch that I had done before, but not to him. I got down and looked at his ass, which was pulsing open and closed. I had obviously managed to get him heated up. Good. I told him to hit the poppers again as I grabbed the Boy Butter off the table to my left. He knew I didn't like to use lube but always kept some nearby in case it became necessary. I lubed up my right hand before I started fingering him gently with first two, then three fingers. He was pushing back against me as he huffed the poppers. I began to wonder if he knew what was about to happen. I didn't really care. I owned his ass and he wouldn't argue. Once the poppers hit him I pushed a fourth finger up his hole, gently rotating my digits in and out of his asshole. His hole was gaping and sucking at my hand. I figured I had a good chance and added my thumb to the mix. He took a sharp inhale at the new addition, probably having figured out what my intent was. He shook the poppers again and took another whiff. I figured that was a green light. I started pushing in and out lightly, his hole opening up to my fist slowly. Soon I had my knuckles right at the entrance. I pushed harder and half of my hand had disappeared into his ass. "I don't think I can!" he suddenly cried out. I left my hand where it was and told him to just breathe. I felt his hole tense up and realized that it wasn't going to happen this time. Maybe after the first load had been delivered. I pulled out my hand and surveyed the damage. His hole was puffy and loose, slightly redder. My dick bounced and drooled onto the carpet. I lined back up and shoved it in deep, not really giving him any warning or letting him recover from my attempt at fisting him. His hole was now loose and I was able to just slide in and out. I love a tight hole but getting an ass to open up is an awesome feeling. My cock could do whatever it pleased now. Soon I felt my balls drawing up and I knew I was close. I pulled my nine incher from his ass without warning. He turned around and got on his knees without me having to command him and started sucking my cock. I grabbed the poppers off of the chaise and did a big hit myself while I watched him lick my shining cock clean. I always loved watching a slut lick his ass juices off my bare rod, so this got me even closer to blowing my two day load. The poppers washed over me and I growled at him to get back in position. I threw the poppers back to him and let him take a super hit. He handed them back to me, knowing I liked to get as poppered up as possible when I cum. Doing so makes my load gush out and shoot feet in front of me when I do. I always liked thinking about how powerful that must be in an ass, and how deep it must go. I slammed back into his ass but this time pulled all the way out, jamming back in. Slam fucking was the quickest route to getting my nut. I repeated this over and over for a minute before I knew I had crossed the threshold. I hit the poppers hard again. "Beg for my load, bitch." I groaned as I slapped his ass. I was floating away, totally lost in the pleasure of railing a raw ass. Knowing I was seconds away from flooding it with my bare seed. I vaguely heard him begging like a good little bottom slut. All at once I felt my nuts release my pent up load and I slammed all the way into him as the first gush came out, deep inside of his ass. Normally I plant my load deep and stay still as I shoot but this time my hips had a mind of their own and I kept fucking in and out rough and deep. I must have shot a pint of cum up that slut's hole. All the while he was groaning and moaning, thanking me for my load. I was still high off my ass as I continued to grind my load into his ass. I didn't want a single drop to be wasted. Soon the poppers wore off and I ground my dick to a stop, planting it nine inches deep. I could feel my white hot load deep inside of him. I slapped his ass, sweat dripping down my back. "Good boy." "Thank you, Sir," he wheezed out. I'm sure I had given him an intense ride. And the night had just begun. --------- Part 3 will be the conclusion, with the remaining two loads being deposited. Hope you guys enjoy! More...

Click here to see Twisted BB Boy's original blog post... If you follow my Twitter account you probably have some idea of how my Friday night was spent. I promised a full blow-by-blow here at the blog so here it is! As with any of my posts, if gay bareback raunchy perverted sex offends your sensibilities, then get the fuck out! ------------------ A week ago I received a check-in text from a submissive bottom that I've played with off and on for some time. He has a tendency to send me a message weekly, usually something along the lines of "How are you and that big cock doing, Sir? Need some service?" I tend to respond about half of the time. I find being ignored makes him even more needy and cockhungry. But last week I had a lot of built up tension, as well as a serious case of blue balls. The type of blue balls where despite jacking off three times a day your nuts still feel full and the only solution is to slam your raw cock deep in someone and empty them entirely. So, instead of trying to find a new bottom and risk him having fake pics or not being able to take a real fuck from a big cock (which happens too often), I responded and told him to keep his Friday night free. The rest of the week was spent exchanging texts with my bitch. He was excited, obviously. Not a day went by that he didn't ask me a dozen questions on what I wanted from him or what he could have on hand to please me. That's why I keep him around; he is very eager to please and when a hard cock is in the room his conservative demeanor changes into a submissive slut whose only goal is to please the man attached to the cock. I decided on Thursday to not jack off at all until I got up his ass. If I was going to slam fuck some sub bitch ass I wanted to make sure I left a mark and at least two giant loads. It wasn't easy keeping my hands to myself. And, of course, the minute my loads were spoken for my phone started blowing up with guys asking for a taste. Funny how that happens. Friday rolled around, I had barely slept because my nuts were churning and I couldn't help but think about all the nasty shit I was going to do to this guy. I had a late appointment that day that ran over so I didn't end up at his place until two hours later than I had planned. To say that I was sexually frustrated would be an understatement. Normally he leaves his door unlocked and I find him on his knees in the foyer holding a cocktail and a smile. This time I told him to wait for me in his living room in the same position. I always chose to play with him at his place because given the nature of our sessions there was always clean-up to be considered and I'd rather him just lick my cock clean on my way out the door than deal with that issue at my own house. I parked outside of his building and let myself in. I made sure the door locked behind me, I certainly didn't need anyone sneaking in and being emotionally scarred by what I had planned. I haven't really had a conversation with this guy, despite having cum in his ass dozens of times. Having looked around his house a few times I've gathered that he is a former frat boy, appears to have a child, divorced and deceptively straight. Last time I bred his ass he admitted that he had a girlfriend who was actually his fiance. I didn't care. He is also a BIG porn collector. I'd reckon he has every major bareback porn made in the past twenty years. Everyime I enter his house the first thing I hear is grunts and groans coming from every room because each TV has a different bareback porn playing. He knows what I like and tends to always have the living room big screen playing a Treasure Island Media video. Today was no different. I walked through the house like I owned the place, finally emerging in his living room. As ordered he was on his knees in a jockstrap holding a glass of straight bourbon in one hand and a new bottle of unopened poppers in the other. He is a handsome man, in his mid-thirties, slightly shorter than me at 5'11", football player build with a nice meaty ass. I'd never seen his cock and never will. He is just a couple of holes. I approached him and stood a foot away, grabbing the drink from his hand and taking a swig. His eyes were locked on my crotch where my already hard cock was making a very noticeable bulge. He was hungry and I had just what he needed. I set the glass on the table to my right and grabbed his face, jamming it into my crotch, hard. He moaned immediately and started sniffing like a pig. "Yeah, you like the way my crotch smells. Don't you, bitch?" I jammed his head harder as he muffled out a exasperated, "Yes, Sir." I loosened my grip on his head and looked down on him. Despite being over a decade older than me with at least 40 lbs on me, he was on his knees like a needy bitch. I was here to dominate him, regardless of age, size or weight. I had the big cock, he had the holes. He knew this without having to be told. I gave him a quick nod, signaling that he was now allowed to start undressing me. He always did this with such devotion and respect. He unzipped my boots gently, then removed my socks. Before he progressed he stooped down and kissed my feet while I rubbed my dick through the denim of my jeans. Then he stood up and began to unbutton my shirt quickly. He never made eye contact, he knew that he was below me and therefore kept his eyes averted, more often than not staring at my crotch. Once my shirt was fully unbuttoned he removed it gently, buttoned it back up and folded it, setting it aside. Soon I was standing in just my jeans and the red jockstrap I had donned for the occassion. He resumed his position at my feet and started to remove my belt. I grabbed the drink he had made me and took another swig. The whiskey burned as it went down, fueling my mentality and getting me loosened up for what was coming. He pulled my jeans off, leaving me in just my jockstrap which was strained to its limits trying to contain my nine inch uncut cock. He did the same thing with my jeans as he did with my shirt, folding them neatly and placing them a safe distance from the action. What a good little pig. Back on his knees, he placed his nose back in my crotch and took a very deep inhale, taking in the smell of my dick and sweaty balls. I rubbed the back of his head as he snorted, my little pig for the evening. He looked back up toward me, asking for permission to finally release my monster cock. I nodded again. He pulled the pouch on my jockstrap to the side and my cock sprung out freely, slapping him across the cheek. As the fresh air hit my dick it hardened even more. A dollop of precum had already formed at the tip and he had spotted it before I had. His eyes were ablaze with cockhungry selfishness. I knew what he needed. "Open your mouth." I growled. He did as told and opened wide. I lined my cock up and shoved it in deep, making him gag. At the same time I pushed against the back of his head. His eyes bulged and I felt his throat start to constrict as I forced my dick right on his gag reflex. I love that sound; when a cocksucker starts to gag. That look on their face when they know they are being chocked by a huge cock and have no option but to let it happen. I guess I should've told him to take a big breath. A split second later I let him loose. He coughed and sputtered as soon as my cock was dislodged from his mouth. His eyes had teared up but within seconds he was back at it, lapping at my cock, licking it from base to tip and all around. I grabbed the back of his head again and told him to open up. He did again but this time he looked more determined. He was staring straight at my cock with lust. I slammed back into his mouth, just like I was planning to do to his ass. Most guys couldn't handle this amount of rough skull fucking so quickly in a session, if at all. But I knew my slut and he could handle it. This time I felt only the tiniest of resistance when I hit his throat. He swallowed and my full nine inch length slid in to the base. I moaned in approval and held it deep for a couple of seconds before pulling out quickly. He didn't choke or cough this time. I slapped his cheek lightly but still with enough force to show I wasn't being too sweet and said, "Good boy," before moving around him to the couch. I sat down so that I could see the porn and gestured for him to come service me. My cock was still wet from his mouth and I noticed the rest of the poppers he had ordered for me sitting on the cushion next to me. My dick throbbed as I watched him crawl on his hands and knees toward me, while the image of Brad McGuire railing some raw manhole played behind him. This was going to be a good night. ------------- Stay tuned guys. 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Click here to see Twisted BB Boy's original blog post... Those of you that know me (in the bilblical sense or otherwise) are probably aware that I've considered putting my sexual experiences on a blog before. But for one reason or another I've procrastinated...for years. I have no idea what sparked me to actually do this now, but here we go. I love cock. I love ass. I love cum. And more than anything else, I love barebacking. If that doesn't suit you or your sensibilities, leave. I have a lot of opinions on the matter of barebacking and sexuality, which will become apparent over time. What you should know about me and my sexual appetite is that I'm an insatiable and versatile young pig with a rather large uncut cock. You name it, I've probably had a hand in it at one time or another, be it legal or not. Of course it goes without saying that the names and specifics about anyone mentioned in these posts have been changed to protect the non-innocent and my own ass from litigation. The courtroom is the one place I don't care to get fucked in (figuratively...come on, fucked in a courtroom actually sounds kind of hot). I'm on Twitter. My email address can be found in my Blogger profile. I'm an open book when it comes to the topics on this site. But don't mistake my sexual frankness for an invitation to demand that I reveal my identity. It won't happen. Oh, and long live the Bareback Brotherhood! #BBBH More...

Click here to see Twisted BB Boy's original blog post... I have to put a disclaimer at the beginning of this post because some prudes might find it a bit on the less-than-moral side. This true story is about me having sex with a 26 year old when I was 16. Given the location of the events that transpired this may or not have been legal, which in my opinion, is neither here nor there. If you don't like it, get the fuck out! I digress... I graduated from high school at the tender age of sixteen and found myself thrust into a local community college in order to attain some prerequisite credits required by the four-year college of my choosing. Being a young gay boy on a college campus was exciting but terrifying all the same. I use to drive around the loop around campus, over and over for hours, simply to get a quick glimpse of the shirtless track athletes who used it to train. Trust me, these jocks were enough to make even the most restrained man cream his pants! One particular afternoon I had been pulling into one of the campus parking lots when I noticed the track team down the way working up a sweat. Being sixteen, gay, and horny beyond control, I backed my ass out of that parking spot and skipped class to stalk some beefcake. Eventually the sight of those six-pack abs, sweaty backs and bulging gym shorts was too much for me. I steered the car home in the hopes that a hot stud could be found online for an afternoon session of sucking and fucking. Now I didn't grow up in a really small town or anything but being gay where I came from, much less out and proud (online or otherwise), wasn't exactly a safe thing to be. So the pickings online were slim and most of the time I found myself cruising guys way outside of my area and fantasizing what it would be like to live in a place where I could find hot studs anytime, day or night. Back then the best place to find cock in my area was still gay.com. And more often than not it was a bust. The best you could hope to find was a married man on his day off or a visitor from out of town. Lucky for me, on that day, it was that latter... I got home to an empty house with my hardon soaking my underwear and jeans with precum (something I produce in buckets). I logged in to find a newcomer in the local room. Funny, to this day I remember his screen name so I can post his legit stats here (since the profile has since been abandoned - years ago): at the time he was 26, white, 6'3", 185lbs, light brown hair, great build, and what I would soon discover was a more than ample cock. We were both under a time crunch so we kind of skipped the niceties and went straight in for the kill. He was a vers/top, me just vers...which fit me just fine. I was more than happy to bend over for a big white stud who had absolutely no chance of knowing my family! Honestly, I can't recall if we discussed safe or not but given how things transpired, obviously it wasn't even a consideration. We decided we would meet up halfway between his mom's place (that he was visiting) and my own mother's house (that I still resided in). According to his profile he was in town from California. A surfer god. To say I was beyond horned up and nervous would be an understatement. I worried that my tall and lanky sixteen year old form wouldn't appeal to him. Of course he thought I was eighteen...but still. I hopped in the shower quickly, took care of my business and threw clothes on. I was pretty sure I would be late but when I pulled into the parking lot it was apparent that I had beaten him to the destination. A few short seconds later a car pulled into the lot and I could see a very handsome stud craning his neck to see into my car. My heart was pounding and my cock was rock hard in my pants. I tried to breathe when I saw him turn off his engine and open the car door but what I saw took my breath away. There stood a veritable god of a man; tall, obviously muscled, wearing what appeared to be Abercrombie jeans and a simple t-shirt. And the bulge, oh god, the bulge. I honestly thought about running to avoid the rejection. We all remember being the gay kid at that age, self-confidence wasn't exactly a given part of life. But I stood my ground. He walked across the few parking spaces between our SUV's and opened my passenger side door. He climbed in and looked me up and down, blatantly sizing me up. I felt like vomiting. Then he said something that has since had a rather drastic impact on my self-image. "Just the way I like 'em." And just like that he grabbed my chin and forced his tongue in my mouth and started rubbing my painfully hard erection. I could hardly breathe and was worried that I would shoot on the spot. Luckily he pulled back, apparently picking up on my hesitation. He looked me in the eye and asked if everything was cool. I panted and said something to the effect of "fuck yes". He smiled and took my hand and put it on his crotch. I could feel a cock that seemed to be as hard as mine. At that moment I understood that we were both turned on and I stopped shaking. We quickly agreed that he would follow me back to my mother's house for a couple of hours of rabid fucking. I think I sped the entire way home, watching him closely in the rear view mirror. He probably thought I was ditching him but the truth is I couldn't wait to get him home and see what I had felt in those pants. I wanted to taste it. To feel it in me. We finally made it to the house. I parked in the garage and he parked in front of the house. I went straight in without looking back. He followed without a word. We entered into the living room and I felt my nerves start to explode. I was no virgin but somehow I knew this wouldn't be just another quick and awkward fuck. I knew this man would teach me things. And I was both aroused and scared shitless. So I tried to delay the inevitable, and, like a pansy asked, "Would you like something to drink?" He almost laughed. I turned my back to him to head into the kitchen and get a glass of water. Well, more like I was trying to get just one moment alone to compose myself. But, that wasn't going to happen. The moment my back was turned he pounced. I felt the heat coming off him before I could take a step. He was standing right behind me. I shivered. Then I felt his breath on my neck, right below my ear. I almost groaned, before he had even laid a hand on me. He seemed pleased, I swear I heard him lightly chuckle. Then he moved closer. I was fully grown at this point, over six feet tall, but he was still bigger. He pushed against my back, not hard, but enough for me to feel his pecs against my shoulder blades; enough to feel his rock hard cock rub against my ass. I stopped trying to run. He turned my head to the side and stuck his tongue back in my mouth. His mouth was warm, salty...manly. I gave in. Stay tuned for Part 2! More...

Click here to see Twisted BB Boy's original blog post... "I stopped trying to run. He turned my head to the side and stuck his tongue back in my mouth. His mouth was warm, salty...manly. I gave in." ---------- His tongue pushed deep, as if he was trying to actually taste my throat. I had never been kissed like that and found myself opening my mouth to let him in deeper. Anything to let this stud into me. I started kissing back and he suddenly stopped and pulled away. He stepped back a couple of steps and looked me up and down again, much like he had in the car about ten minutes earlier (had it been such a short time?). I hesitated. I wasn't sure what he wanted. Then he smiled, only slightly, a crooked halfway grin...like he had made up his mind about what he wanted. It was erotically vindictive. I felt myself shiver for a second time. Then he moved his hand to his crotch and started rubbing his dick through his jeans. I had seen the outline of it in the car but had been wrong about its size. He wasn't fully hard then. He was now, and it looked huge. He rubbed the full length of it against his inner thigh and lifted an eyebrow slightly. I'm not sure what he saw in me, perhaps I licked my lips or the hunger in my eyes was evident...but he just knew what I wanted. Later, I would realize that we hadn't exchanged more than a few words between us. I felt something take over and I felt disconnected for a moment. Before I knew it, I dropped to my knees exactly where I stood. I felt dazed. He seemed pleased. He stepped back towards me and lined his hot crotch up with my face, grabbed my hair roughly, and shoved my face against his hard cock and thigh. I could feel the heat emanating from his crotch and then I smelled it. I smelled his man scent. It wasn't really strong, he had obviously showered before hand. But, as every gay man knows, the smell of a man's crotch is seducing. And his was like heroin to me. My animal instincts took over and I started to rub my face against his hard cock, licking at the denim of his jeans. I was inhaling deeply. I felt like such a happy slut. I heard him groan slightly and then he said, "Yes..." quietly, more to himself than me. I was pleasing this stud. I would do anything to make him feel like the god he was. His hand was still on the back of my head and he began to force my mouth into his crotch harder and harder. After a minute or two of this his jeans had a large spot were I had tongued the outline of his cock roughly. Eventually he loosened his grip and I thought I would finally get to see that cock I was lusting for. Instead he bent over and lifted me up from under my arm pits, tore my shirt off over my head and deftly undid my belt, letting my oversized pants drop to the floor. I stood there in my boxers next to this stud who was fully clothed. I felt exposed, but in the best way. Directly behind me was a La-Z-Boy recliner, a relic from my mother's collection. He eyed it quickly, apparently appreciating the possibilities, grabbed me by the arm and had me sit in the chair. I remember feeling how the chair tipped back and forth in response to the force he had thrown me into it with. I continued to think I was about to get to finally taste that cock but he seemed like a man on a mission and instead crouched over me, pulling my underwear off me, grabbing my hips and lifting my ass above my head. The recliner squeaked and leaned back into itself as he spread my cheeks. At this point in my life I hadn't been rimmed but once or twice, and not well. I had no idea what was coming. He spread my cheeks even further and inspected my hole, he rubbed it with his index finger and blew on it slights. I felt instinct take over and my hole puckered open and closed. He smiled and wasted no time. He dove in, tongue first. I started squirming immediately. His tongue was long, I already knew that, but it seemed to double in length as he shoved it into my ass. He smacked my right cheek, making me stop thriving. He looked down on me dominantly. I knew I needed to hold still. Then he spit on my hole and dove back in. I can't even describe how he ate ass. He didn't just eat it, he sucked it, tongued it, made out with my hole. I lost myself, closed my eyes and just let go. I felt his tongue get deeper and deeper, my hole opening more and more. He stopped suddenly, blew on my hole again saying, "Good boy." Then he dropped my ass and the recliner swung back and forth. I was completely thrown. My brain seemed to have shut off. I was this man's object now. He owned me. Somehow, when the recliner stopped rocking, I had fallen out of it and was back on my knees. If you had asked me my name at that point, the date, the year I was born, I wouldn't have been able to answer...because right in front of my face was his crotch again. The smell that had taken over me earlier was stronger now, as was the wet spot that I had started. He was leaking through his underwear and his pants. He pulled his shirt off quickly. I managed a quick glimpse; a small amount of hair between his pecs, otherwise naturally hairless, perfect pecs, a six pack. As my eyes travelled down I saw his belt buckle and knew it was my turn to prove myself. I reached out, my hand shaking slightly, and felt the cold steel touch the tip of my fingers. Faster than I realized I could, I had his belt open, his jeans unbuttoned and the zipper was coming down. Beneath I found a pair of soft, well-worn plaid boxers, the kind straight guys wear. I reached to remove them and his jeans together but he threw my hands away. All at once he took them off himself. Before I knew it this man stood before me in all his glory and I finally got to see his cock. It stood eight inches out from him, curving up slightly, with a large mushroom head, cut and glistening wet. I know I licked my lips this time. He grabbed the back of my head again and shoved my nose into his shaved balls. I finally got to smell his scent from the source and it was delicious. His cock bounced and throbbed against my forehead. I started to lick his balls, tasting his sweat, tasting this man that was giving me the thrill of a lifetime. I looked up and couldn't see a thing past his enormous cock. I saw the large head and couldn't help but moan. He must've heard my lust growls because he moved back slightly and winked at me before using his hand to point his cock down. It was now in perfect line with my mouth. The head was shining with precum. He wagged it in front of me and I dove for it. I gagged, of course. I wasn't used to a cock of this size, but I'd be damned if I wasn't going to please this stud. I tried to throw my throat down on his cock, which only made it worse. I gagged worse than before, tears came to my eyes. He pulled his cock away and told me to slow down. I took a deep breath, he looked me in the eye, and gave me back his cock. This time I took it slow, I enjoyed myself. I was finally getting what I wanted. I lingered at the head, lapping up the new dollop of precum that had formed on the tip. It tasted amazing, like his tongue, but salty, more animalistic. His cock tasted just as good, and I found myself continuing to inhale his scent as I slowly worked my way down his shaft. After a good five minutes of slowly working back and forth on his huge rod, I realized my nose was touching his pubes. I paused for a second and looked up. He was staring down at me, smiling. I pulled off of his cock and smiled back. He knew he had me. He grabbed the base of his cock, squeezing it from the bottom. I saw another drop of precum emerge at the tip. Before I could lap it up he leaned forward and rubbed the precum on my lips. I almost came on the spot, for the second time. Yet again, before I could lick my lips clean, he pulled me up by my armpits, and started kissing me passionately. He was using his precum to lube my lips and we were sharing the taste of him. I inhaled his tongue for a minute before he pulled away again. He kicked our clothes to the side and asked, "Where is your bedroom?" with a devious glint in his eye. Stay tuned for Part 3! More...