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Hi guys, I'm leaving my girlfriend at home and coming into town from July 11th - 16th with coworkers. I will be looking for some mild to wild hot no string fun. Im a good looking str8 acting 44 white guy. Im 5FT 10 : 215 lbs, with short brn hair and hazel eyes. My girlfriend has no clue that her boyfriend loves to be USED by random strangers or her boyfriend is a cumhungry cocksucking bottom guy. Im also popper friendly, into getting filmed making porn videos, and having pics taking sucking cock. Cum1cum all. Get back to me if your looking for a cumhungry cocksucker to use. Drewbluewater@gmail.com
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Who is going to New Orleans this year for Southern Decadence 2017? Any good sex parties to attend this year? Any good places besides The Phoenix and Rawhide for public bar sex?
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It's Saturday morning of Pride Weekend 2017 in New Orleans, and this cock and cum hungry cum dump is waiting face down, ass up, for loads in the French Quarter. Near the gays bars, 2 1/2 blocks from Lafitte's, 3 1/2 blocks from the Pub and Oz, 1 1/2 block from Golden Lantern.
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Headed to NOLA for work. Coincides with Mardi Gras (just by dumb luck). First trip to NOLA. Are there spots for some hot BB? Saw there isn't a bathhouse. Hoping for some backroom action at a bar or someplace similar. I hate dealing with the flakiness of online hookups. If I can wear a jockstrap around, that'd be even better.
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My boy got a promotion at work recently, possibly due to the fact that he took a client's raw POZ load. We decided to take a weekend off to celebrate and caught a cheap flight to New Orleans. We checked in to the hotel and got naked as soon as we were in the room. After rimming his hole good, I fucked my load deep into his guts. I knew we were going to have a long celebratory night and didn't want my boy lost on Bourbon Street without his hole naturally lubed up in case anything happened. After a few pretty tame straight bars, we wound up at a really seedy gay bar, the kind with male strippers standing on the bar, with lots of flashes of cock for decent tippers. I'm sure you southern boys know the one I'm talking about. Anyway, we had already had a few drinks, and my boy was feeling frisky. The boys on the bar were all skinny, like meth skinny, but cute, and really working hard for their money, grooving against each other, and pulling down their undies to give the johns flashes of their unimpressive flaccid cocks. Emboldened by my own buzz, I told my boy, “You're so much hotter than these sluts. And you're not on tina so you can keep a hardon!” The fat middle-aged fucker sitting on the stool next to us seemed intrigued. He bet my boy $50 that he couldn't outshine the “professional” dancers. Had I been sober, I might not have egged my drunken slutty boy on. After a shot or two of tequila, my boy joined the skinny meth heads on the bar. The rest of the patrons were hooting and hollering in his support. He climbed up onto the bar and started gyrating with the pros. One of the skinny dancers started grinding against my boy's crotch. My boy was shucking off his clothes as fast as he could, flinging his cute polo shirt and then his shorts across the room. By the time he was just down to his jockstrap, he was totally hard and his dick was pressing against the cloth, ready to be free. The dancer pulled his undies down and rubbed his ass against my boy's hard cock through his jock. I was so turned on. I reached down to my shorts to unzip my fly and free my own boner. I looked around and realized I wasn't the only patron sprouting wood. There must have been five or six other guys jerking off to the wild scene unfolding on the bar. As their dirty grinding got more and more intense, I saw my boy's jock totally soaked with precum. Just then, the fat fucker next to me squatted down in front of me and swallowed my dick all the way and started to deepthroat me. The bartender leaned forward to get a better look, then smiled, and nodded his own approval. He leaned forward again and shouted over the music, “That dude with you?” “Yup,” I nodded. “You okay with him fucking POZ meth heads?” “I am now!” He grinned again, poured me another shot and leaned back to enjoy the scene. By then, my boy had pulled the jock aside and was rubbing his shiny cockhead against the dancer's hot pucker. This skinny kid was pulling apart his asscheeks as wide as possible, trying desperately to impale himself on my boy's pole. Lubed with precum and spit, I saw almost at my eye-level, my boy's rigid cock sink deeply into this meth head's raw hole. I grabbed my cocksucker's head and spun him around, 1), so he could enjoy the scene, and 2), so I could pull down his pants and get some raw hole of my own to enjoy. All around us, the bar was devolving into chaos, with dudes fucking, sucking, and jerking the guys next to them or on top of them. As my boy was going to town on his own new friend's skinny ass, my guy was offering up his own wide round slutty hole. I spit on his hole once or twice and shoved up two fingers, getting him primed and ready. By the time I was balls deep, my boy was royally fucking this POZ dancer. I could see the dancer's limp tina dick bouncing around, and it made my mouth water. My dude was whimpering loudly as I plowed with long and deep strokes. I looked up in time to see my boy lurch forward planting his own questionable long-untested load deep in the dancer's skinny taught hole. I asked my guy if he wanted my load, and he had the nerve to say, “Oh yeah, cum on my face!” What a waste of good cum. So I pulled out and climbed up on the bar. With my boy's help, I planted my dick deep in the dancer's slack well-used hole. My fucker didn't seem to mind and was fisting his little dick enjoying the scene. I was going to town on the dancer's ass, when I saw that my boy had climbed down into the area behind the bar, and was bending over, now taking the bartender's dick. I couldn't see, but I assumed it was raw, just the way we like it. As I shot my load deep into the dancer's cummy guts, I saw the bartender flip my boy over onto the bar and stick it back in, leaning forward to tongue my boy's slutty mouth. I pulled out of the dancer's hole and hopped down into the bar area, squatting down to lick the bartender's raw cock as it pulled and pushed into my boy's slackening hole. I managed to squeeze two fingers into my boy's hole along side the bartender's bare cock. He seemed to like the added pressure, and shot ropes of fresh cum into my boy's hole, as they locked mouths in a passionate sloppy kiss. By then, everyone at the bar who intended to fuck had already cum or was close to it. The meth head was lumbering around bug-eyed touching bodies and fingering holes. Once everything had died down a little, we went in search of our clothes. I managed to find everything of min except for my underwear, which I suspect were pocketed by my fat fucker as a souvenir. My boy found his sandals and shorts, but not his shirt. As we were leaving, my fat fucker shoved a $50 bill into my boy's hand. We stumbled back to our hotel, and I was so turned on by what had happened, I planted my third load of the night deep in my boy's hole, working the bartender's cum deeper and deeper with each thrust. We decided to hit up that bar again the following night. Hot times in New Orleans. -
ME: early 30s fit, white, tight, discrete, masculine Neg Professional Pilot YOU: under 40 and fit POZ (not undetectable) Willing to come to New Orleans Willing to be rough and give me what im looking for The more intense the better. Pic attached is my hole after a dude tortured my hole with his finger.
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I hate to admit it, but with work and life I'd gotten so busy that I found myself in quite a dry spell (I'm talking a few months). Well...that all changed on July 4th. I had attended a family event which was held a few hours north of here for the day. Throughout the day, I started getting more and more horny. All I could think about was the taste, smell feel of a hung black dick. It all crashed in at once that I was very overdue, and I ended-up leaving the event and heading home. All I could think about was how bad I wanted to taste a black man's load as it pumped into my mouth. I did a quick Google search and found an ABS right off my route. I wasn't sure what to expect as it was a holiday, but I paid the entrance fee only to find-out that I was practically alone there...or so I thought. I made a couple passes, somewhat discouraged as I concluded my visit would be a wasted effort, so decided I could at least JO to a video while I was there. I entered a booth, only to be utterly startled as I was met with the vision of a very sexy muscular black man who was jacking to a video. In an effort to be polite, I apologized, stepped-out of the booth, and entered the next booth, even as I hoped like hell the guy was interested in company. I found the same interracial GB he was watching and waited. Sure enough, in no time at all he walked into my booth , stepped between me and the screen, and gave only one greeting introduction or command saying simply "Suck it," as he reached for my head and pulled me onto his dick. Even rusty, I pride myself on my head game, and it wasn't long until he was rock hard and oozing precum down my throat. He was really getting into it and began rubbing and grouping me, quickly making his way to my ass. He squeezed and kneaded my cheeks, and then suddenly slipped a finger to my hole and pushed. I stopped and gave a heads up that I had not come prepared for much more than oral. With his free hand he force my mouth back down his shaft and dug his finger deeper. Moments later he stood me up and turned me around, quickly lined-up his very thick eight inches with my hole and pushed, pulling back on my shoulders, effectively pulling me onto his dick. He was balls deep and I was in some pain from his dry entry, particularly given the length of time since I had last been fucked. He must have sensed my discomfort 'cause he waited, buried in my fat white ass, until our bodies were in agreement, and my hole surrendered itself over to him. Then he began pumping into me in long hard thrusts, each of which I tried to meet with equal intensity. It didn't take long for him to bear hug me, take a deep breathe, and unload deep in my guts. He stayed inside for a bit trying to recover, even as my hole worked to milk every last drop. When he pulled out, he patted my ass, pulled up his b-ball shorts and walked out. Within 30 minutes the dry spell had ended, I didn't know then that the next 30 days would be filled with my throat and ass being used and bred by 26 amazing black dicks, many breeding me multiple times over the course of a few days on visits to Atlanta, New Orleans and the MS Gulf Coast. The floodgates are open with no sign of another dry spell. Let me know if you'd like to here and my marathon weekends since July 4th. With more on the way, including an upcoming visit back to Atlanta later this month.
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Taking loads at the Marriott, Rawhide, and Phoenix/Eagle sling.
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not sure if this is the right place where to place a thread anyone knows a nice place in nola i'm italian and visiting new orleans 10 yrs ago. is it changed? remmeber I had a lot of fun any new cruising club?
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Guy saw my escort ad on a bareback site, after somebody who had hired me before suggested me from Atlanta, and contacted me about coming down to New Orleans for Mardi Gras for a gangbang he was having last year. He had them regularly, but this one would be specially for the downlow crowd that always comes for this event. We had chatted online a couple of times before about his parties and it just had not worked out to have me down for one of them in the past for his guys. I knew from talking to him regularly that he hosted parties during major events and had local and visiting guys of all times, and if I worked out, I could count on Memorial Day, 4th of July, etc... to make some money... Charged guys by the head and they could come and go as they wanted to use the sling bottoms all weekend in both ends as they would get a wristband like at a normal party to wear, but they were all gonna be just tops that loved to fuck. I would be paid a percentage of the guys that came thru the door. He stated that I would arrive on Thursday morning on the overnight bus from a ticket he would get, be used Friday night thru Sunday night then sleep during the day on Monday and head back to Atlanta Tuesday morning on the last bus out on Monday night so I could sleep all the way home. He just qualified it by asking if I could handle the 40-50 guys that would be there over the weekend with another bottom escort as we would be available the whole time and once we started there would be no turning back as these guys had paid for the weekend and if we gave him trouble we would be tied into the sling. I told him I was up for it if he could keep me going all weekend. He said that he preferred to have his boys slamming all weekend but that was up to me, if I thought I could take it without drugs then, that was ok too. He asked if I had used T and G favors and kept asking me if I was ok with slamming as that would help with my ass being hungry for cock all weekend and to keep me from being hungry for anything other than cock. I said I had smoked T before, but never slammed, and said sure as long as he had someone to make the rigs and give me the points, as I really hated needles and stuff like that and that to start slow to see how I would react, then I would be riding a constant high and no ups and downs. He said that he used the same guy for all the parties, a local nurse near New Orleans, and that he would know how much to give me and when and how often. That I would be up in a sling most of the time wearing just a jockstrap along with the other escort bottom in another sling and that I would not need a change of clothes or a bag or anything as they would bag up my clothes and put my share of the tally in with them and give them to me on Sunday night with my clothes. I would be the hairy chested older bottom and the younger guy would be a skinny twink that had done the Labor Day party already and we would be given poppers and rigs as much as we wanted. Sounded like a great deal to me with all the pay and since there would be someone to help with the load of guys and I sure could use the money to pay some bills, so off I went on Wednesday night at midnight down to New Orleans from Atlanta by bus wearing just a black tanktop, tight bluejeans, a blue hoodie, a pair of sneakers, a jockstrap, and socks and a throwaway blanket and arrived there at 8am. It was a great bus trip with only a few stops to Birmingham, Montgomery and Mobile thru Alabama and I was able to sleep all night on the bus and did not have to worry about someone going thru my stuff as I did not have a bag or anything and sleeping took my mind off thinking about what I was getting myself into. I was turned on but scared at the same time and was gonna get there early enough that I could sightsee some in the French Quarter as this was my first time in New Orleans and wonder which of the hot guys I saw walking around would be fucking me on Friday or Saturday nights. Since New Orleans is pretty much one big gay party that weekend, the bars were open almost 24 hours a day, so I stopped in a few gay bars to check them out and the guys and look for some liquid courage for what was the event that was gonna happen next while getting a feel of what the guys were interested in by showing off my bubble butt ass and hairy chest in the process although I knew most of the guys at the party were gonna be straight on the down low and these guys probably would not be there. The guy that hired me had told me to meet him at his place and he would take me from there to the party location early so I could get used to things. He lived right inside the Garden district so it was a good walk and exercise for me and a chance to look around the town with my alcohol buzz going. I got lots of smiles and people checking me out which made me horny and I forgot somewhat about what was to come. I got there mid afternoon after exploring the town, rang the bell and waited for him to answer the door. The daylight peered thru the door and I could tell that he was a little overweight but seemed like a great guy with a great smile and looked me up and down, shook my hand, and invited me in, offered me a drink and asked about my trip down to start the talking. He re-explained the event and what was gonna take place to make sure I was good to go and then said he wanted to see how I was first before I went to the party so not to embarass him if I could not perform. He said that he had a guy that comes to all the parties there first and was gonna try me out this afternoon before the party tomorrow. If I worked out, I would be taken to the party site the next day and if not then I would be taken back to the bus station and sent home with a bus ticket on the next bus. Seemed fair to me so I said sure. I really did not have a choice as I had no money or way to get home til Monday night with the return bus ticket. I was surprised to see the guy walk in from the other room as he was there already, he was kinda average looking, older white guy that was balding, unshaven, average looks and build, a guy I would pass on the street and not notice really otherwise thinking he sold insurance or something like that, he came in dressed in a t-shirt and jeans and said he was ready for some action. He sat in the chair by the sofa in the room, lit up a meth pipe and started blowing clouds handing it to the host and then to me. Restocking the bowl when it was empty a couple of times telling me to hold the smoke in as long as I could and shotgunning both of us. This really relaxed me and then i noticed him patting his cock thru his pants. He then told me get on my knees on the rubber floor mat and to pull out and start sucking his cock, so I got down on all fours between his legs and unzipped his pants and belt and pulled out his cock, it was kinda big I thought for this type of guy, but I was good and ready having had a few drinks in town and the pipe and wanted to do a good job, so I started sucking the head tasting the precum that was there and then the veiny shaft and then started sucking the whole thing making sure I did not get any teeth on it and lots of licking too as he blew clouds down at me. He started shotgunning with the host more and then with me in between sucking. The cock grew inside my mouth until I was not able to suck well with its girth, but just kept my mouth open while he fucked my throat as the host was holding my head down on the guy's cock and I was unable to move, poppers were put under my nose by the host that was watching me in action and that allowed me to deep throat the guy's cock giving him enough friction to really fuck my throat deep and hard until he started skullfucking me. The host was getting into it as well and started playing with my ass, reaching around and undoing my pants, taking off my socks and shoes and the pants but leaving on my jockstrap. He pushed a finger in my ass and it hurt as I guess I was pretty tight being nervous and all. He then put in another finger and started fucking me with his finger. My ass started to burn and then I realized that he had given me a bootybump. The host pulled out his cock and I went from cock to cock sucking each one over and over until first one then both released hot loads of piss down my throat and in my mouth which I swallowed gulping as they tugged and twisted my big nips driving me horny crazy not missing a drop from either cock taking the chempiss. The host made some comment about that is the last time for me being so hard and then the older guy shoved poppers under my nose and his cock up my ass and started riding until he dropped his load inside while the host fucked my face and wads of hot cum came down my throat. The guys were happy with my performance and said I passed by not gagging or saying his cock was too big down my throat or up my ass and just taking it and that I did not even flinch when he started pissing up my ass afterward he came, so I was then told to go upstairs, get really clean in the shower with the soap and to take enemas til I was clean and then take a nap in the guest room until it was time to go...(more later)...
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Will be hosting in my hotel room on 5/16/14 looking to get knocked up and bred. Respond to my party post on bbrt under runboyrun. can be anon (my favourite) or whatev. Not interested in your cock size, more interested in your load in my ass.
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Howdy! Vers/Bottom slut on a mission. Coming into town for a Peace Corps reunion and looking to get my hole used and abused in my free time. Since moving to TX two months ago, this will be my third time in Nola and I can't get enough. Would love to meet a few cool dudes and get slinged. The nasTier and pervier the better.
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This is a true story (and one I'd love to be recreated) I was in New Orleans for a work trip, found myself with a massive boner, and so naturally I logged into BBRT. After searching for a bit, I found a guy in Seattle who was willing to fulfill my fantasy of being whored out to a guy I couldn't and wouldn't ever see. He said to give him a few, and he would get back to me. I waited as my heart rate picked up with each passing minute. Was this actually really happening to me? What if??? Then, my questioning stopped when I saw the most beautiful dick I'd ever laid eyes on. The guy had found me 9" of 22 year old white uncut meat ready to breed my hole right then and there. I was in a trance imagining this dick throbbing in my hole that, thanks to my geographical luck of the draw living in the Bible Belt, hadn't been violated in months. Closer and closer my hacking took me towards cumming. Moment of truth: Do I sign off and jack off merely to the thought of my lifetime fantasy? Or, do I live in my youth (I was 24) and do what I know deep down I wanted. I asked for the address, and seconds later an address came with instructions. I was to walk into a shed in the yard, bend over, and wait. I was also not allowed under any circumstances to turn around. I gathered my things from the meeting I was in, and went up to my hotel room. I cleared up and called the valet for my car. Still time to back out I thought, but no, the hunger for raw man clock and my first anonymous sex encounter were too strong. I was starting to sweat in the humidity of a New Orleans night, and from the nervousness building inside of me. The car arrived, and I got in and headed towards my desire and destiny. The GPS voice faded into a jumble of jibberish as I parked where I'd been instructed. Jesus Christ what the fuck was I doing? Before I knew what to say to myself, I grabbed my trusty friend Jungle Juice and huffed deeply. Slowly, my body relaxed, my face became less strained, and my heart rate picked up. I knew, this was the moment. I got out of my car, and walked confidently towards the shed. The door was open and it was small an cramped. There was a small container of a jelly-like substance which would be the lube. I slathered some on my ass and huffed again. I started counting the seconds just to distract my mind from racing to any more places it should not go. Every sound, every heartbeat, every everything is deeper, stronger, more pronounced in those type of situations. Just then I heard a door. Then footsteps. Then, warmth. Warmth of a body behind me. Hands touching me, groping me, and then...laughter. More of a chortle, like he knew something I didn't. He could sense my nervousness, but paid it no mind because I was here, so obviously I was ready. I slowly felt him enter me, all at once. I didn't have a chance to yelp, breathe, or even feel. This was MY moment. Then, I felt the pace quicken. Hands on my hips, and a quickly engorging dick. Now, the pain set in---this thing was huge. I focused on my goal, the guy who set it up, and the moment. More poppers, and faster pace. Sweat dripping from him onto my back and then him making me lick it. The pace gets deeper and rougher, and the noise comes...that noise. That unmistakable grunt of pleasure when a man releases himself into you. All the way out he pulled and plunged it deep inside of me and held it there as I felt several volleys of cum spray into me. I couldn't breathe because he had taken me somewhere I'd never been before and I didn't want to leave there. He pulled out very unceremoniously, and I felt something being done on my back. He then walked out and left me dripping himself everywhere. I pulled up my pants after I heard the door shut, and I walked out. When I got back to my hotel room I took off my shirt and was going to admire what my ass looked like when I saw it: a plus sign symbol with the word POZ BOY written in permanent marker on my lower back. I was scared, but smiled knowing that I made the right choice in being who I was, even if I didn't understand it. It's good to be a sinful pig in a city of Saints.
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Will be at the Club, 515 Toulouse starting at 10 pm. Hoping to get fucked raw by several guys!
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Heading down 1/31 at hotel indigo. Hoping for tops to cum party and breed me. Any advice on places to visit and play are welcomed. Group scenes, bondage, gang bangs a plus. Conversion is going to happen sometime, why not now?!?!
