TwistedBBboy

Click here to see Twisted BB Boy's original blog post... "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." ---------- We both stood there naked while my mind took a second to process. My whole body was tingling and my mind only had one thing on it: him. Finally, once the question sunk in, I gestured to the hallway that was behind him. He smiled that wicked smile again and gave a quick nod, telling me to head that way. For some reason I felt required to obey him and started down the hallway. As I went down I realized I didn't hear him behind me. I didn't stop to question it but got to my bedroom and stood, waiting. He came in a few seconds later with a plastic baggie in his hand that contained a small brown bottle with tiny writing on it. I had no idea what it was. He sat the bag containing the bottle on the dresser while his cock bounced and glistened in the bedroom light. I felt butterflies in my stomach again. He had brought something new in to the mix, something I hadn't done. It was intense enough being with such a prime male specimen. This was just icing on the cake. He told me to get on the bed and lay on my back, with my head laying off the side. I climbed on the bed, barely able to keep my eyes off of him, his body, his cock, and the mysterious bottle on the dresser. I did what I thought was correct. The look on his face told me I was wrong. He didn't look necessarily upset, just commanding. He pulled me by my head until I was in the proper position. Then he stepped over my face, his balls and man smell becoming everything I could see, smell, taste. He told me to open my mouth and suck his nuts. I did as commanded but it was easier said than done. I had tongued his balls earlier but hadn't attempted to actually fit them in my mouth before. Only when I attempted to do that did I realize his balls were each the size of lemons. This was a real man. Built for breeding. He moaned and groaned while I continued to try and please him. I was bathing in his smell, inhaling deeply to not only catch my breath but also to try and suffocate myself on that intoxicating stench. Eventually he slowly removed his nuts from my mouth and it became apparent why I was in this position. He leaned over my body and began to suck my cock, thereby putting his cock right in front of my face. Insofar he hadn't paid any attention to my cock and the newfound sensations he was causing were distracting me from my own mission. He sucked my cock down like a pro, deepthroating it better than anyone that had sucked me before. But soon it became apparent that I wasn't pleasing him fully. He positioned his cock, without looking, against my mouth. My faggot instincts kicked in again and I opened up and he pushed deep, straight into my throat. Given the curve of his ample cock, the size of his head and the position of my throat, he fit perfectly, filling my throat like it was meant to be there. He held it deep, groaning on my own cock, before withdrawing. Slowly he began to skullfuck me. At times he would pull all the way out, then just leave the head in my mouth where he would somehow make his cock dribble more precum onto my tongue, then, just as I was swallowing his nectar he would push back into me. I was learning how to be used by a true stud. Soon we developed a rhythm and it seemed all too soon when he pulled out of my throat and I saw light again for the first time in twenty minutes. I saw his cock first, which seemed to have grown another inch somehow. He repeated his earlier sentiment saying, "Good boy." before grabbing me and spinning me around on the bed again. This time he positioned my ass on the edge of the bed and I knew what was coming. I began to tense up. I wasn't really sure I could take his cock in my ass. Now that the moment had come it looked like it was a foot long and as wide as a beer can. He read my face, slapping my ass and instructing me to relax. He then got down on his knees and began to tongue my ass again, this time more fervently. He was obviously ready to fuck and wanted my ass as wet and open as possible. He stood up again, rubbing his cock, smiling down on my naked form. Then he reached for the plastic bag and removed the small bottle, shaking it up slightly. "You've never done these before, have you?" He said with the same crooked grin. I shook my head, blushing. There was this amazing stud standing in front of me with a rock hard huge cock who wanted to fuck me and I was worried I would chicken out. He nodded to himself; I had apparently confirmed something by my reaction, again. What, I wasn't sure. He shook the little bottle again but this time began to unscrew the black lid on top. He held his hand to one side of his nose and started to inhale from the bottle. Immediately his body seemed to change stance. He became more sexual, more domineering...predatory. Once he had his first hit, he screwed the cap back on and reach down to rub my very slick hole that he had just finished lubing up with his spit. He rubbed gently, getting me nervous. Then he dropped the bottle next to me and told me to do what he had done. I was hesitant but then noticed him spit on his cock and he stared me in the eye. It seemed like he was half commanding me, half daring me. I grabbed the bottle, shivering as I watched him move closer to my ass with his huge glistening cock. I unscrewed the cap, held one nostril closed and began to inhale. At the same time I felt his cockhead line up with my ass, raw. We had never discussed condoms and given his timing we weren't going to. I inhaled deeper than he did without meaning to. Soon I felt my face begin to flush. He looked at me and smiled even bigger, his cockhead was pushing against my hole harder now. Then he told me to exhale. I did as instructed and suddenly everything became perfect. My whole body was flush and tingling. My cock was jumping on my stomach and leaking precum all over myself. All at once I realized he was pushing into me and for the first time ever it didn't hurt at all. In fact, it felt fucking amazing. I locked eyes with him as he sunk into me slowly. The popper's effect on me was intense and lasted a while, he too was feeling their effect but managed to reign his prowess in and not slam into me all at once. Eventually I felt full, complete. Then I felt it: his balls against my ass. The minute I realized what it was my hole began to spasm, pulsing open and closed as best it could. His eyes rolled into his head given the stimulus and he muttered, "fuck yeah". Then he made his cock jump inside my hole. Somehow he made it stiffen the slightest bit, but inside of me it felt like heaven. He held his eight inch bare cock balls deep for a minute or two. Eventually the poppers wore off for both of us but I was still amazed at how he felt inside of me. The hardest part was over. I had him in me. Better yet, I had him in me bare. I had apparently closed my eyes. He made his cock jump inside of me again while he said, "Look at me." I opened my eyes and looked back at him. He smiled his devilish grin again and made his cock jump once more. "You ready to be fucked?" All I could do was nod. ------- Stay with me guys! Part 4 is up next! More...

Click here to see Twisted BB Boy's original blog post... "He held his eight inch bare cock balls deep for a minute or two. Eventually the poppers wore off for both of us but I was still amazed at how he felt inside of me. The hardest part was over. I had him in me. Better yet, I had him in me bare. I had apparently closed my eyes. He made his cock jump inside of me again while he said, "Look at me." I opened my eyes and looked back at him. He smiled his devilish grin again and made his cock jump once more. "You ready to be fucked?" All I could do was nod." ----------------- I have no doubt that it was written all over my face that I was more than enjoying his bare cock in me. At the same time I was young and had heard plenty of teachers and my parents warning me against the dangers of fucking bareback. But here I was on my back, in my childhood bedroom, with an Adonis' eight inch raw dick buried balls deep in my bare sixteen year old ass. I nodded that I was ready to be fucked, but a moment of doubt clouded my vision and his observant nature kicked in again. He made his raw dick jump in my hole, something he had established made me moan and groan. Then he tilted his head towards the poppers, silently communicating that I should hit them. He looked down, apparently to enjoy the view of his cock's bare base jammed against my young hole. My stomach was lurching again. I wanted to please him. So, I grabbed the poppers. Before I could even unscrew the cap I felt him withdraw his cock a tiny amount, maybe half an inch, but it felt like a foot if anything. I groaned and he smiled without looking up. I quickly unscrewed the cap and began to inhale. As I did he began to push back into me. I held the poppers in, just as I had seen him do before. Then he pulled out a little further than before, an inch at most. Then, as I exhaled the poppers, he timed his thrust back in to match. He slammed that missing inch of bare cock back into my ass just as the poppers took effect. All at once the doubt I had about him barebacking me was gone. All I could think of was how good he felt in my ass, how I wanted him to fuck me like a bitch. He knew he had me once the poppers took effect and he wasted no time developing a pace. Soon he was withdrawing about half of his cock and slamming it back into my ass while switching between looking me in the eyes and looking down to see the show. It felt amazing. I felt the poppers beginning to wear off again and instinctively started to unscrew the lid again. He noticed and continued to ram my ass but grinned wider saying, "Good boy. Looks like you will be a popper pig..." I felt his hard cock ramming my ass, noticed his devilish grin and assumed what he had said was a good thing and that I was pleasing him. Besides that, I really liked these new poppers that he had introduced me to. I took another hit and let myself go. I relaxed into the bed and gave myself over to him and his raw cock. He took my sudden state as an open invitation, which it was, and began to go to town on my ass. In any other situation him switching to hardcore fucking would've hurt me. I would've asked for him to stop or slow down. But the poppers had an amazing effect on me. My hole wasn't resisting at all. Instead I could feel it pulsing and spasming on its own. As for his cock, I had no words. I honestly couldn't have spoken if he had tried to make me. He was railing my ass like a true stud; pulling his cock's length almost entirely out until just the head remained inside of me, and then slamming it back home, over and over and over. The friction coupled with the poppers made it the best fuck I'd ever had. The poppers began to fade again so he slowed his assault on my ass. He didn't all at once stop, instead he slowed down incrementally, much like he had began. Eventually he stopped entirely and planted his bare cock all the way inside of me. I reached up and began rubbing his amazing body, he leaned down and began to kiss me, shoving his tongue in my mouth while he ground his hips against my ass; putting his cock just a fraction of an inch deeper inside of me. It was bliss. He pulled back and looked down at me, still grinning. "You like that bare cock, don't ya?" I nodded again. He somehow made me speechless. He nodded and made his cock stiffen in my ass. I groaned involuntarily and he chuckled lightly. "Ya know when I do that I'm squirting more of my precum into your raw ass. No need for lube..." He made his cock stiffen again and I muttered "fuck" while my eyes rolled back. He chuckled again. Then I felt him begin to withdraw. I quickly opened my eyes, alarmed. He stopped moving and patted my head, reassuring me, "I just want to fuck that ass doggie." I nodded and couldn't help but smile. Thank god this wasn't over. He withdrew slowly, allowing me to enjoy the feeling of his full raw length moving inside me. Once he got the head he withdrew entirely, making a loud popping noise as he did. He was staring at my ass, a look of wonder on his face. I was still holding my legs up but I leaned forward and asked what was wrong. He shook his head from side to side and said, "Its just such a beautiful fucking ass! And it still looks fresh. I haven't even made a dent yet." He continued to shake his head and reached forward, rubbing my hole. He stuck his index finger in, withdrew it and stuck it in his mouth, moaning as he tasted the mixture of his cock, my ass, and precum. I didn't even have to ask; he knew I wanted my own taste. He repeated the process, this time digging his finger a little deeper before he brought it to my mouth, shoving it in roughly. I could taste him, and me, and what we were together. I moaned. As I did he took his finger out and started kissing me again. I lowered my legs and he pushed himself against me, our cocks mingling in the pool of precum on my abs. The kiss was intense, breath-taking, literally. When he finally let loose of my mouth I gasped for air. We locked eyes for a split second before he wrapped his arms around my hips, spinning me against my will. Without any input from me I found my body on all fours. He told me to move further on to the bed, which I did without question. I felt the bed squeak as he joined me. Then I felt his tongue on my hole for the third time. This time he did his best to suck my hole as hard as possible, at times it almost hurt, but I didn't care. He spit on it, fingered it lightly and then I felt the bed shift again. I peeked behind me to find him on his knees but upright. He was looking down on my ass, one hand slowly stroking his glorious cock, the other holding the bottle of poppers up to his nose. I had a feeling this was about to get even more intense. He tossed the bottle of poppers between my legs, the smile on his face gone. He was an animal now. He gestured at the little brown bottle, "You better hit those. I'm going to make that hole gape by the end. And keep them close because I'm not stopping again." I shivered in anticipation, grabbed the bottle of poppers and shoved them to my nose. I inhaled deeply just as I felt his cock line up with my ass. This time he was determined to ruin me. And I couldn't wait to feel that bare cock back in me. ------------ Part 5 (the conclusion) is next. Hope you guys are enjoying! More...

Click here to see Twisted BB Boy's original blog post... "He tossed the bottle of poppers between my legs, the smile on his face gone. He was an animal now. He gestured at the little brown bottle, "You better hit those. I'm going to make that hole gape by the end. And keep them close because I'm not stopping again." I shivered in anticipation, grabbed the bottle of poppers and shoved them to my nose. I inhaled deeply just as I felt his cock line up with my ass. This time he was determined to ruin me. And I couldn't wait to feel that bare cock back in me." ----------------- I took my time inhaling the poppers, being sure to hold them in as long as possible before exhaling. As my first hit left my lungs and my head began to flush I felt him pop his cockhead back into my ass. I groaned happily and somewhat nervously. The devious grin that he been sporting earlier had been replaced with a menacing sneer. I was at once scared and turned on more than I'd ever been before. His cockhead stayed in my ass for a split second, then I felt him remove it again. He rubbed the head against my hole again, popping it back in. He was teasing me. The poppers were in full swing and I moaned out for him to fuck me but he didn't. He continued to cockhead tease me. Over and over and he popped that mushroom head in and out of my ass. When the last popper hit began to wane I could tell that my hole was beginning to feel the wear and tear of his cockhead's assault. I wondered why he was trying to tear me open. He picked up on the fact that the poppers were fading again and slapped my ass telling me to take a double hit. This alarmed me more than anything he had told me to do yet. This was my first time with poppers and a double hit sounded like bliss amplified times ten. But it also meant he was about to go full throttle on my ass. I grabbed the poppers and jammed them up to my nose, inhaling deep and then did it again. Just as I exhaled the double hit I felt him shift on the bed, getting ready. I gritted my teeth, instinct kicking in. The poppers washed over me, twice as strong as ever before and in that moment my OC stud slammed his eight inch bare cock into my ass in one thrust. I screamed out, not in pain but in surprise and in reaction to the extreme sensations that were emanating from my ass through the rest of my body. It felt like he was fucking all of me, not just my hole. Before I could catch my breath and determine if I could take this attack he pulled all eight raw inches back out, lined up again, and slammed into me for the second time. Suddenly I understood how he was going to make my hole gape open. And despite the roughness and the intensity of the fuck, the poppers made me want it. I wanted it all. I wanted him to make me his. He repeated the slam fuck a dozen times before he jammed his cock all the way into me, pulling my hips back and grinding in deep. I couldn't see him but I could tell he was enjoying himself when he said through clenched teeth, "Yeah, take that bareback fuck you lil slut." I moaned and begged for more. He withdrew just as I grabbed for the poppers. He slammed back in and this time I could feel my hole offer no resistance. I hit the poppers hard and gave over. I hunkered down onto the bed but raised my ass up high, my sluttiness displaying itself without provocation. He growled a low appreciative sound and began to slam fuck me some more. In and out, all eight inches and that fat mushroom head went. At some point I realized both of his hands were resting on my hips, meaning his cock was hard enough and my hole was open enough for him to guide it in and out completely without any assistance. He had made me his whore and I was loving it. Soon he pulled out of my ass entirely and I felt the bed shift again. I felt him grab my hips again and spin me back onto my back. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, just like we had started. He grabbed the poppers from my hand and snorted a double hit for himself and handed them back before he bent down quickly and started licking my hole. I couldn't see it but I could somehow tell it was open and puffy. He seemed pleased with himself. His tongue slipped into my ass easily. He only took a quick taste before he came back into sight and shoved his tongue into my mouth, giving me a taste of what he had just sampled. I groaned into his mouth and he pulled back away. As he did I unscrewed the poppers and hit them again. I could tell we were reaching a point of no return. He pushed my legs as far back as they would go and slipped his raw cock back into my ass without breaking eye contact. This was a stud fuck. As his eight inches came to the hilt he kissed me and asked what I wanted. I was flying high on the poppers and the feel of him in my bare ass. I still felt like I couldn't talk. I groaned. He ground his cock into me even harder and then made it stiffen as he had done in the beginning. Without even thinking, fueled by the poppers and my inner slut, I screamed, "Cum in me!" "Thatta boy!" he growled before shoving his tongue back into my mouth. As he did he began to slam his cock into me, leaving the head in, barely, before slamming it all back in. I was loose and that was his goal. But I noticed a slight change in his onslaught. He had begun to grind in as hard as possible everytime he bottomed out in my ass. He was preparing the deepest possible spot for him to leave his cum. He kept this up for a few minutes before he grabbed the poppers from me, unscrewing the cap while he gently ground into me. He leaned forward, using his planted cock to stabilize himself, and stuck the poppers under my nose. "Here little piggy, get ready...I'm close." I inhaled deeper than any of the other times during our session. He grinned for the first time in twenty minutes. Then he moved the bottle to my other nostril and grunted as he stiffened his cock in me. He had a way without words. I inhaled. He took a double hit himself and then threw the poppers next to us. In no time we were both flying high and he was slamming into my ass full force. I was in another place, a heavenly place. A god was about to breed my ass with his rock hard eight inch bareback cock. I felt distant from my body, euphoric. We had locked eyes and he was sweating. His face was red and I could see his abs crunching together in perfect unison with his rhythm. My ass was his. "You want it boy?" he said during a rough slam. "YES! Please!" I begged. "Please what?" he sneered. "Cum in me! Breed me!" I whimpered. I had never been so cum-hungry in my life. I didn't just want it, I NEEDED it. About that time his balls, which had been slapping against my ass, started to feel like they were tightening up against my backside. His eyes glazed over but he kept slamming into me. I knew he was close. "Here it cums!" He bellowed. Right at the moment he pulled out entirely and slammed all eight raw inches back into me, deeper than he had during the entirety of our fuck. I felt his cock stiffen inside of me, pulsing, becoming harder. A split second later I felt it, the greatest feeling in the world. I could feel something white hot squirting inside of me. I have no idea how many shots I had earned but it felt so amazing filling me up. He was still looking me right in the eye as he came, his face beet red. "Fuck yessss." he groaned as he emptied his nuts in my sixteen year old ass. I realized I was moaning in tune with him. Eventually he stopped groaning and began to grind his raw cock into my now cum-filled ass. He was making sure it stayed as deep as possible. His cock was still rock hard inside of me. We caught our breath for a second with him still planted inside of me. He was enjoying the slick feeling of my ass now that he had made me his. He smiled softly and looked down between us. My still rock hard cock was sandwiched between us and a puddle of precum the size of most guy's cumshot was dripping down my sides. I had honestly completely forgotten that I had a cock. I had just been a hole. But the minute he made me aware of my dick I knew I had to cum. Without speaking his began to gently move his cock in and out of my well bred ass. I took my cue and began to jack my cock quickly. It didn't take long, maybe five seconds, before I shot a massive load. It coated his chest, dripping down onto me and the sheets around us. As I came he ground all eight inches back into me and muttered, "Yeah, milk me dry." I came for what seemed like days. But eventually reality sank in and I felt him lean down to kiss me. This time gently. He stuck his tongue in my mouth while he slowly removed his still rock hard cock from my ass. This time there was no pop and when he stood back he nodded in approval at the site of my asshole. All he said was one word, "Wrecked." And just like that he turned and walked down the hallway, with me still laying on the bed covered in sweat and cum, trying to catch my breath. I tried to sit up but it was more difficult than I could've predicted. Eventually I managed to get off the bed, feeling my now cooling load dripping off of me onto the carpet. I was a mess. I started down the hallway just in time to hear the door close. He was gone without a word. I felt used in the best way. I turned back around as I heard him start his car. I climbed back on to the bed and lifted my legs above my head and rubbed my hole. It was sore, puffy, well-fucked and slippery but not as slick as I would have expected. Apparently his immense load was lodged securely deep in my gut. My cock bounced on my abs and I knew I had to get off again, a few short minutes after I had cum with an Adonis' raw cock and load in my ass. I looked to my right and saw he had left me a parting gift. The bottle of poppers. I was never the same after that. Epilogue I dreamed of that stud for years after our encounter. I never saw him in our local room again and everytime I tried to catch him on gay.com he wasn't on or didn't respond. Then, when I was around 20, I caught him online and he actually responded. I told him I was the sixteen year old he had bred in my hometown. He said he remembered but he seemed cagey. Then he asked me if he had cum in me. When I said he had he stopped responding. To this day he has not logged back on to that gay.com account. I have no idea what the implication of that is but the mystery and dirtiness of it all still gets me off to this day. I hope you guys enjoyed! More...

Click here to see Twisted BB Boy's original blog post... I think most of my stories are going to require some sort of preface and this one is no different. What happened during this story wasn't exactly morally correct, hell it is borderline illegal (much like my last story). BUT, I do believe I asked the pertinent question at the appropriate time and the ambivalent response I received absolves me of any trouble I might have gotten myself into. That may not make sense before you've read the story, but trust me when I say: he deserved it. ----------- Winter in Chicago can be brutal not only due to the extreme cold, the wind, the snow/ice/sleet but also because every gay man in the city turns into a pussy. No one wants to travel, everyone wants to host. Why? Because its "too cold" or "too windy" (translation: I don't want to freeze my nuts off). I guess I can see the point, especially as I rarely ever travel myself to a trick's place anyway, even in good conditions. One particularly slow Saturday afternoon I was home alone (back when I had a roommate) and found myself rambling around our huge and drafty apartment. Of course, like any good fag, I had logged on to all the hookup sites...just in case. After a few hours of cruising I received a message from a hunky older guy, about 43, white, great body with sculpted abs. He sent me additional pictures that showed a very handsome man who had aged well. He claimed to have a 7.5" thick cock, was versatile and enjoyed most things mild to wild. I mentioned that I wanted to play raw and he didn't agree or disagree, which is typically a good sign. Perfect... We talked about him coming over, to which he was very responsive (surprisingly). Eventually he admitted that he was partnered and that his husband was at home but wasn't in the mood to fuck. I gave him my address and cell number to let me know when he was close. In the meantime I hopped in the shower and got my ass and cock ready for an afternoon of fun. Once I emerged from the bathroom I found he had texted saying he was stopping to pick up something on his way. I didn't really question it at the time but I guess I should have. Fifteen minutes later he was about a block away. I went to the foyer of my building and waited. Soon enough a hot stud walked up the drive to our townhouse and I opened the door. Luckily this wasn't one of those tricks who was using outdated pics or looked too strung out to get it up. I was pleased. In his hands he carried what appeared to be a Walgreen's bag. I didn't really inspect it, I figured it wasn't for me anyway. We went straight to the bedroom and I climbed on the bed and told him to undress for my pleasure (sometimes I can be a bit bossy). He laughed and started to remove his clothing, piece by piece. Once his sweater came off I knew I was going to be pleased. There stood a man old enough to be my father with a gorgeous smile and six-pack abs, huge arms and a nice bulge in his soon to be removed pants. As he removed his pants I stripped my own shirt off to save us some time. I was ready to fuck. I was distracted for a moment, rummaging through one of my nightstands for a bottle of poppers when I looked up. He was standing in just a pair of high-end light blue briefs. He looked great, all stud. Then my eyes fell to his crotch. I was wrong about the bulge. He was hard and it appeared to be a baby dick. My own dick began to shrink at the sight. He climbed on the bed, despite me wanting to tell him to leave. But, before I could shake off the feeling of disappointment he had removed my sweatpants and was expertly deepthroating my nine inch cock without gagging. I stopped caring what his cock was like, as long as he made mine happy he would earn my load. He sucked me for a while before he removed his underwear and turned around, lining his ass up with my face. He had a great round bubble butt, firm with a nice tight pink hole. I blew on it and fingered it lightly before I dove in. He tasted like an older man should. Twinks taste slightly sweet and innocent. This was a real man though, and his hole had seen plenty of action. I tongued it deep, making sure to drool all over it as he continued to suck my cock and get it ready for his ass. Once he felt his ass was ready he jumped off the bed and retrieved the Walgreen's bag. My interest was perked. I started to wonder if drug stores had started carrying poppers (wouldn't that be nice?). But no, instead he removed a cheap bottle of KY lube. First of all, I don't even use lube 90% of the time. I prefer spit, cum and precum (which I produce enough of to lube an entire army of asses). But even when I do use lube it isn't some cheap synthetic bullshit that straight men use to squirt up pussy when she is too dried up or disinterested to get wet for his cock! It only got worse. The last thing to emerge from the bag was a new box of Trojan condoms. At that point I'm pretty sure my dick went entirely limp. I didn't even try to hide my disdain from him. He smiled at me, winked, as if he figured that would be my reaction. Then he started to open the box. I put my hand out to stop him and said, with a harsh edge in my voice, "I said I wanted to fuck raw." "I don't fuck raw." Then get the fuck out. That was when I realized that not only had he brought condoms but he had brought regular sized condoms. I have a huge cock, no joke. Even Trojan XL's are too tight. Hell, any condom is too tight on a cock because they aren't natural! So he basically added insult to injury...but I was still horny. I figured I would pull my old routine, which I hadn't had to use in some time. In the past, in this situation, I would try to put the condom on but tear it. Then say it was too small. More times than not it would get me in raw without much argument. But noooooo. This guy was apparently dead set on giving me a condom lesson. He put it on himself, smiling the whole time, looking me in the eye as if he was my father teaching me something important. I wanted to slap him and tell him my dad didn't use condoms either, but I restrained myself. Eventually he did get the condom on my half limp dick (I was half limp, so of course it fit, dumbass). Then he popped open the bottle of KY and squirted it up his ass. Then he coated my condom clad ever shrinking cock in the cheap lube and started trying to jack me hard again. "What's wrong?" he asked, eying my deflating member. I just shook my head and started thinking about the guy down the block that I had bred the day before. Maybe I would kick this pansy to the curb and invite him over for a second round. As the thought occurred to me my cock began to harden and he took that as a sign that everything was cool again and began to lower himself down on my rubbered dick. I tried to act interested as he fought to get it to pop past his first hole. But, I mean, really, I wasn't interested in the slightest bit. Eventually it did pop in...but something had changed. As a bottom I would notice this change, but some guys don't. I knew the tip of the condom had shredded. My dick was half raw in his ass, and it was the best half to be planted nine inches deep. Suddenly my interest in the fuck amplified. Was I supposed to tell this guy, who knew I wanted to fuck raw, that he was getting it bare regardless? Or just keep going, knock his ass up, and pretend to be shocked when I pulled out to find a shredded rubber? I decided I would have to think about it for a minute while he started to fuck himself up and down my deceivingly covered cock. His ass was hot and tight on the inside but his baby dick was jumping up and down right in front of my face and I decided I would rather just turn him over and fuck my way. He had gotten his way too much already. I told him to roll over but that I wanted to keep my dick in him. It wasn't an easy feat, but we managed it. I started to fuck in and out and was finally able to see my cock in his ass. Sure enough, as I withdrew I could see just a tiny bit of the condom was still intact, enough for him to feel and believe. I smiled and kept fucking. I was getting close to cumming but I decided to back off and pull out of his ass for a second. As I did I heard him inhale quickly. I thought he was on to me so I sighed and said, "Do you want me to stop?" as I rubbed my raw dickhead against his hole. Surely he would know I was bare at that point. "Why would you stop?" he replied, obviously confused. I guess that answered my question. I slammed back into him and started giving it to him the way a real stud should be able to take it. My balls were starting to pull up tight and I knew I would soon be flooding his ass with my load, probably without his knowledge or permission. But, I had asked, after all. I dug in deep, after all I needed my load to stay in when I pulled out. I had no intention of letting him know what had happened. He could figure that out as he walked to the El and felt something creamy dripping out of his ass. A few deep strokes and I shot a decent sized load into his safe-playing ass. I ground in deep and he groaned like a happy little bitch. Once I knew my load was emptied entirely I quickly grabbed one of my fuck towels from the nightstand and wiped my sloppy cock off before he could turn around. Just as I tossed the towel to the ground he rolled over with a big goofy grin on his face. I made a big show of removing what was left of the condom, being sure to use my hands to cover the shredded parts before walking it to the bathroom and flushing it. No evidence. When I returned he was already dressing, saying he needed to get back to his partner. I was happy he didn't want me to try to get him off, as I figured my load would start to leak out any second. Not to mention I wasn't all that interested in sucking or playing with his baby dick. I walked him to the door and told him I'd had a good time. As he walked out into the snow I realized he had forgotten his rubbers. I called out and told him I would grab them. He came back up the stoop, still smiling. "No, you keep those. Play safe cutie." I just smiled and watched his ass walk away. I wondered if he would even make it to the train before he realized something was amiss. I went back inside, grabbed the cheap lube and condoms, chucked them in the trash while texting my fuck from the day before. Luckily he was at home and was hungry for another pounding... More...

Click here to see Twisted BB Boy's original blog post... The following is a true story. If you have issues with bareback sex, anonymous sex or any combination of the two, leave now for your pea-sized conservative and intolerant brain might explode. ---------- A couple of years ago I went through a rather traumatic breakup. I was a twenty-one year old, tall and lean twink with a huge cock, alone in the big city without parental supervision or the ball and chain of a boyfriend. You can imagine how quickly I wanted to get my dick wet. It wasn't as if I hadn't been fucking around already while I was with my ex, but that was always on the down-low. I had to be careful not to get caught and to not fuck someone he knew (which was VERY hard considering he had fucked half of the Chicago gay community). But, I managed. One night I had turned down multiple offers to go bar-hopping in Boystown and instead chose to stay home alone, drinking straight bourbon by the fire. I spent the night listening to music and cruising Manhunt as well as Craigslist. Insofar I hadn't found anyone that was willing to brave the cold and come fuck me or take my load. It looked like I would be drunkenly jacking off and fingering my hole alone that night. But, suddenly I had a change of heart and instead of playing the aggressor online I would have the men come to me. I posted on Craigslist that I was looking for an anonymous hookup. I wanted a stud with a good body to come into my dark apartment and find me in my bed, blindfold on, ready to be fucked. I had never done anything like this before, though I had fucked many an anonymous ass, I had never been the fuckee. I was excited by the prospects that immediately began to flood my email box. It seemed that many guys liked the opportunity to knock up a faceless ass that would never know who they were. Some of them were completely unaware of the premise, sending full face pix along with their bod and cock shots. After trading emails back and forth with a few of the better built candidates I chose a guy around 40 with a 7.5" cut cock and six-pack abs who seemed very eager to get into my ass. At this point I was pretty sauced and emboldened by the copious amounts of bourbon flowing through my veins. I gave him my address and told him to just come on in. I quickly jumped in the shower and prepared myself. Once I had dried off I turned off almost every light in the apartment and unlocked the exterior lobby door and the door to my apartment. I was slightly nervous, knowing that this stranger could easily come in and rob me, beat me, kill me. But I wanted some cock and I wanted it anonymous. The danger was part of what was going to get me off. I turned up the heat in the apartment until it was comfortable enough to just lay on my bed naked, with my ass slightly elevated and pointed at the door. I waited. A few minutes passed and I heard the lobby door close loudly. Then the tell-tale squeak of my apartment door being pushed open. My stomach was twisting and turning. Luckily I had a bottle of poppers that a trick had left over a few days before. I heard a man's heavy gait walking down the hallway using the solitary light I had left on in the kitchen to guide him. I gently craned my neck to look behind me just as his muscled shape was reaching the doorway. I could see he had already removed his jacket, his arms were bulging and I swear I could see a wicked grin plastered on his face (though the lack of light made it hard to be sure). I raised my ass slightly, offering it up to this stranger, this stud that I knew nothing about and hadn't even seen his face. He entered the room, one of his hands roughly rubbing his crotch. Without a word he bent forward and shoved his tongue up my ass. He was a pretty good rimmer, licking all around my hole and then diving back in. He managed to get his tongue in deep, all the while drooling into my hole, lubing it up. By now my nerves were calmed. Like most gay sluts a good rim job does me a world of good. I was moaning and pushing my ass against his face, trying to get that tongue deeper. The amazing part was I had no idea what he looked like. My mind was free to imagine whoever I wanted. I found myself lost in the pleasure of anonymity. Suddenly his tongue was removed from my hole and I heard him step back from the bed. Its funny when one sense is decreased others are heightened. I could hear him remove his shirt, I heard it hit the ground. Then I could hear each button on his jeans unsnap. Soon he would be naked and prepared to mount my ass. I finally started to shake up the poppers. I wanted this to be as wild as possible and I didn't want my ass to offer any resistance whatsoever. I heard him spit right before I hit the small brown bottle, I assumed he was rubbing it on to his cock as lube. As the poppers began to fill my lungs and cloud my head I realized we hadn't ever discussed barebacking. I didn't know his status. I knew nothing. But given the noises he was making I knew he had no intention of using lube, much less a condom. The poppers washed over me and all reason left me. I wanted it bareback anyway, that nagging voice in my head just tended to get in the way for a minute or two. Poppers always cured the issue. My head was swimming as I felt a very large mushroom head start rubbing against my ass. It felt enormous, though it could've been all in my head given the circumstances. I hadn't even had the opportunity to see the cock, much less touch it, taste it. I was about to be bare fucked without a single idea of who this guy was. I took a second hit of poppers just to be sure. Then he popped in to my ass as I exhaled. He had good timing, I'll give him that. He slid his raw cock into my ass all at once, not quickly but with some urgency. I heard him groan, a guttural sound that aroused me more than anything else. I realized, as he bottomed out, that was probably the extent of our exchange. We would never speak words. Just grunts, groans and moans. I was high off my ass and drunk enough to just push my face into the bed and let him fuck me to his needs. He wasted no time and began to pull in and out of my ass, the full length of his raw cock railing my ass open. He grunted every time he bottomed out and I got the impression rather quickly that he wasn't going to last long. I didn't care. I just wanted his load in me. His anonymous bare load lodged deep inside my ass. He was speeding up, slamming my young ass hard with each thrust. I was grunting my approval when I felt his cock enlarge in my ass. I knew he was about to blow so I tightened my hole as much as I could. I didn't want him being a pussy and pulling out to shoot. He didn't even try to remove it, instead he let my hole milk his cock to completion. He jammed it in deep and started moaning loud enough to wake the neighbors. I felt his cock pulsing and my guts felt warmer now. He had bred me. My own dick was leaking precum all over my bedspread but I didn't care. I had taken an entirely anonymous load in my bare ass. I was a fucking slut and I loved it. He rested his immense chest against my sweaty back while he finished emptying his balls in me. He shuddered once as he exhaled into my neck and I knew he was done. Before I could even prepare my ass for his exit he had pulled out quickly. I heard him grab his clothes off the floor and as I turned around to watch him dress I caught a glimpse of him darting down the hallway. A minute later I heard my apartment door close. I was still on my knees on the bed, with a small amount of his raw load dripping from my well-fucked ass. I turned on to my back and took a deep hit of poppers and quickly shot my own load all over myself. I went to sleep that night drunk and hazy with a stranger's load in my ass. More...