Feeder Posted July 20, 2010 Report Share Posted July 20, 2010 Click here to see Cumslut Boy's original blog post... I figured that I would start my blog with a bang....literally and figuratively. So now that the bang has ended, messily and full of cum I might add, I believe a true introduction is in order. No story, just a plain introduction. Sorry to those looking to fuck vicariously through my stories. You'll have to wait 'til the next upcoming post. :-D TA DA! Welcome to the newest bareback blog from the DC/VA/MD area! As my blog subtitle says, us cum hungry college boy-holes are quite common around the nation's capitol, but we definitely are not uninteresting. My history is short, but compelling if I may say so myself. I began barebacking when I was 13 (with a cousin-in-law, no less.), too young to really know about condoms, HIV, bugchasing, gifting, gono, and all those other baddies out there. The rare thing about my barebacking history is that unlike some, my first time ever was bareback. To say that I was hooked on barebacking would be an understatement; I thought getting fucked skin-to-skin and receiving a guy's hot load was the only way to fuck, and without knowing it I slowly became addicted to cum. Although I admit that I did get fucked with condoms a few rare times, the majority of my fucking from 13 years old to 21 years old today was hot bareback. I won't say that my addiction to cum and barebacking didn't cloud my judgment towards who I had sex with and who I didn't, but I was quite an "Anal Annie" (pun intended) at times, as many barebackers can understand... Fear of the consequences of bareback sex constantly flooded my mind every time that I met up and fucked a new man. As my "list" grew, the fear of having inevitably caught something loomed closer and closer to veracity. At the point when barebacking once in a fuck session became not enough to satisfy my hungry hole, I began to have a change in my mentality. I began to imagine myself having groups of men dumping hot loads in jizz deep in my ass until I was overflowing like the hot men in Treasure Island Media porn that I had seen. I longed to be the next Dawson, the next Michael O'neill. At this juncture in my sexual life, I decided that if I was going to live out my fantasies that they would come with consequences that I would have to come to terms with. I mean, one can't be a cum slut without surrendering to the call of nature (or the moan of your hungry cum hole for more cum). Now, I didn't seek out HIV+ men, but I simply did the "Are you neg or poz?"...."Neg, man. Let's fuck."...."All-righty then," game with my men. I surrendered to the mercy, or lack thereof, of the top filling me up. If he was poz, I would willingly accept his cum in my ass, and ask for twenty more. If he was neg, lucky me...for now. I understood that the deeper that I slid into the culture of the cum slut, the more cocks and the more cum that would be availed to me. Fuck who it was coming from, Dawson had taught me well! If it was a willing cock, my ass was open for it. As I passed the point of no return, I reveled in the pure bliss of feeling the top's hot and twitching cock slowly enter my hole. I also loved when his cock shot ropes of thick virile man juice up inside of me, feeling the girth of his manhood throb, his cock veins pumping rapidly against the sides of my battered and cum-splattered hole. The new year rolled around, and when I got the latest results back from the doctor I knew that I was now an official cum slut, ready to throw myself to the lions for even more feasts of the flesh... More... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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