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Birthday Bash, Here I Cum!

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I’m about to head out to dinner (looks like a little Asian for me tonight) then I’m off to Swinging Richards. I know, mostly straight boy dancers who love to tease and make the money. It’s all right. They know why I’m there. I know why they’re there. It’s a mutual decision. It’s so worth it though because the men are as hot as some of the Tumblr guys I post. Plus, being in their early twenties, when else do I get to sexually molest men in such an obscene way.

I’ll likely leave there and head to Inserection, where I hope to find an ass to breed. Who knows…

P.S. Any Atlanta or Georgia guys gonna be there? E-mail me! Link in the upper right… or find me in the crowd. I am the geek.

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Making Music

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From Mark: This happened last week…

I wandered upstairs as the throbbing lights added to my headache. Despite the hint of impending headache hell, my blue balls ached for release. In fact, I knew partial cause of the pounding in my cranium might be due to a backlog of sperm. I needed relief. Satisfactory relief.

My last visit to this sanctuary of late had been disappointing as tops one after another expected service and I found bottoms being picky instead of accommodating to the crowd of hard cocks. I’d finally succumbed to a sucking, small-handed cutie who tried his best but his lightweight oral skills didn’t have enough to get me to pop, so I jerked onto his tongue. He seemed appreciative, but fucking hell if I didn’t leave all that satisfied.

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I looked down a dead-end hall and saw a man on his knees sucking a nice-sized cock on a good-looking guy. I’m a polite guy and never invade action unless invited, so I stayed away, but I was disappointed a little. The good-looking guy let a troll suck his cock and that evening (at least it seemed to me) we were flush with better choices.

Sometimes, though, trolls are good at suck jobs. They know the score and understand that, on the hierarchy of the sex club, they rank at the bottom.

As I made the rounds, I ended up in a booth with a nice bearded man who did me the favor of getting me nice and hard so I could leave with a bulge. He’d bolted as soon as I’d reached my full seven inches for fear, I believe. He’d touched my cock with uncertainty through the gloryhole and I could feel his hand shake nervously. But even if he left because I didn’t meet his size-queen requirements, I didn’t care.

It’s always helpful to get inflated since some are not patient to bring me to full mast and now that I was there, I could proudly walk around and show off a bit. I didn’t bother zipping up but my loose jeans did well enough covering.

As I rounded through the downstairs, a few stares checked the bulge, just as I’d hoped, but no one offered and it seemed to be the common eye darts down then up. The nice beefy tank top guy ignored me completely, even though I knew later he’d be screaming someone’s name as he rode a cock on a gloryhole. So obviously a bottom but acting butch. He wanted a daddy to out butch him.

Hated that shit.

After a while of playing tag with a cute, young, married business man who couldn’t make up his mind, I wandered to the darkroom to hang out a bit. As I leaned against the wall and my eyes adjusted to the darkness, no one else was in the space. Within a few moments, two other men joined me — neither of particular interest and standing far away — then shortly after, the good-looking guy from the dead-end hallway showed up. He positioned himself near me.

Another guy showed up and went for one of the guys to my right. I shifted to the good-looking guy who moved toward me. Within moments, both our cocks out and in each others’ hands. A little longer than mine and tapered, I was thicker. Soon, the guy to the right was abandoned and stepped toward us with a larger, thicker cock. I had both cocks, jerking in sync before the crowd invaded and suddenly we were surrounded by too many men. Both the good-looking guy and I had the same thought and, fighting a little claustrophobia, tucked our cocks away, zipped up and left.

It took a bit, but we were eventually upstairs together in a room where he — interestingly enough — turned up the lights. As we jerked each others’ cocks with a delicate touch, he got on his knees first to suck mine. His technique proved quite good. Teeth far removed and lightly working me with instrumental flow and tongue action. When he stood, I would reach under his shirt to tug at his nipples, which were nicely tough. He offered absolutely no response, but in those moments, I noticed the mascot, high school name and the word “music” underneath.

A high school teacher — how naughty he was being.

As I knelt to suck him, I tickled his balls and worked back a bit to see if his asshole was accessible, but those buttcheeks were clamped tight. How disappointing. Still, something said to keep going, so I did and eventually stood in the surrounding silence and let him go back to sucking me with the skill of someone who knew breath control and how to use his lips and tongue.

When it was my turn to kneel this time, his cheeks were not so clamped and I could tickle his hole. While the sphincter seemed shut for good, I knew it was a good sign. As I knelt the third time, I licked my fingers and they were deep in his ass within moments.

I’d fuck this music man.

And when I stood, he didn’t even attempt to kneel. I shifted around and soon he reached into his pocket. No condoms but a nice tube of lube. Soon he had his hands on the bed frame, I had my hands on his hips and he was easing back on my bare cock.

The smooth entry felt as if the prelude to a symphony were beginning. And as I would fuck, the pace would pick up and slow down. I would snort my poppers and fuck at a nice pace. His inside chute heating up from the friction, the lube becoming almost watery. Never changing my pace, I let myself ride the wave of music in my head, as the cymbals crashed and the drums rumbled, I shot my cream into his ass, thick and gooey.

He seemed to feel it, but still turned around and spoke for the first time ever, “Just don’t cum in my ass.”

I wanted to say, “Too late.”

But I didn’t. I maintained the charade and about three minutes later, pretended to cum, pulling out and flinging Santorum onto the floor.

We zipped up in silence. I don’t know if he came. But for those moments, our duet made beautiful music.

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Friday Fuck: My Birthday Weekend Begins Smelly and Half-Hard

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I should have known.

For months, this “muscle bottom” and I have gone round and round about meeting up and fucking. I’d actually driven to his address only to find the place was a condo surrounded by a locked gate that required a code. That prompted me to skip him since I couldn’t exactly e-mail him via one of the bareback sites and wait for his response while engine running in the fucking driveway.

Later, another invitation was interrupted because, as I was getting the details, another top arrived and, well, first things first. So by the time he returned to our conversation, I’d moved on.

This time, I started early. I got the address. I got the gate code and I got the condo number. He told me the back door would be unlocked so I thought we had it covered. Did I mention I had to ask for each one? It was a challenge.

Fucking hell, no.

I got there fine but the building in question only had one condo with an exterior door accessible to the outside of the building. The other eight entrances were not labeled and I looked suspicious enough going to doors and attempting to open after walking around the entire building once. So I went back and sent him a message.

He repeated the first instructions.

Fuck.

Yes, I knew all that. I couldn’t get in the goddamned building.

He finally wrote a paragraph explaining the door I should try. Indeed, it worked (when I got to it) and I made it to his place.

As I stepped inside the condo into the unused kitchen, new smells bombarded me. The distinct scent of pot and something much crisper, sharper had been smoked here and then an attempt of patchouli to cover it up. I could see the smooth white ass in the bedroom beyond the tastefully decorated living room.

I stepped into the bedroom to discover mirrors, floor to ceiling and 8 feet wide in front of the bottom and to my right. Bareback porno played on a 52-inch flat screen.

The brass bed had multiple restraints attached to it of many sorts — leather, metal, chains. The bedside table included a selection of poppers and lube worthy of any adult store.

For all this, I was struck by another scent. Now I know a lot of folks get into manscents — the unwashed and undeoderized. I’m not someone that likes perfumes or even all that much cologne. But I doubt this man had showered in three days. I knew the lens trick often referred to by old Hollywood starlets as smearing petroleum jelly all over to give it a glow and slight lack of focus. Lord knows he had plenty of it anyway.

I was prepared that he was at least 10 years senior his claim — probably more. Didn’t bother me there. But that smell.

My cock didn’t want to get hard but I wanted to get my weekend off with a bang and I was determined. So I watched the TV porn, which was some sort of gang bang with a bunch of performers I didn’t recognize. That got me halfway there to slide into his hole. A hole like his was easy to enter.

So I started to fuck. He had a big chest and, for what I could feel, nice nips. I wanted to feel him up but, fuck, every time I bent over, I’d get a whiff of those pits and the jock he had on (now I figured out it was loaded with piss). I dared not do that any more for trying to avoid gagging. His ass felt good but my cock’s hardness did not improve all that much.

Fuck.

Watching the porn managed to build me into enough of a frenzy that it was popper time and I snorted some, went into top mode and eventually blew a small load into his ass. Pulling out with a tiny pop, you could see just a touch leaking out. He didn’t move. I left.

This ended a week where my temporary engagement downtown also ended, so I’m without work again. Let’s hope that over the next couple of days, some things pop up!

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Breeding the Bi Boy Who Would Be Married

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I bumped my head as I entered the darkened apartments. Just off campus of a major private university in Atlanta, I’d been invited for an anonymous breeding by a “boy.” It amazed me the use of the word “boy,” even by this youthful thirtysomething, even if I felt his photos warranted the name. My eyes didn’t adjust from the bright spring day and this basement apartment with low ceilings didn’t help much.

So I wandered on, feeling my way through an obvious bachelor’s pad. He’d claimed to be bisexual and now I believed  un. Even I, with my moments of untidiness, would never let it get this bad — not that we yet warranted an episode of “Hoarders.”

I found the mattress on the floor and felt his leg, finally stripping off my jeans and pulling his head toward my slightly hard cock to suck it a bit. And he did, adequately enough to bring me to full mast. But he stopped quickly and laid down on his stomach. Very passive. Very ready. His ass already greased. So I slid in and began pumping.

The low ceilings and darkness played tricks on me, making me feel a little claustrophobic in the oppressive room. But yet his ass proved to be perfection. Although I could not see it, his tiny waist beneath me  betrayed the nice bounce I got off the mounds as I leaned into the fuck.

I sometimes want it over fast but other times, I want the bottom to know I can fuck, fuck, fuck and fuck. This one needed to invite me back. So I held off. I fucked him for a good 10 minutes.

Despite the state of the place, I was impressed that he smelled relatively clean. The sheets were a bit stale and, well, you could get a hint of old mattress beneath them. His smooth skin seemed unusual and perfect. When he spoke, it seemed to have a little country lilt, like he might be a Georgia native. And he certainly enjoyed my cock.

I finally asked if he wanted my load, which he answered yes and then, getting the hint, began to beg for it. That inspired a huff of poppers and a pummeling of his ass. When I’m in top mode, it’s a little more difficult for me to pop but I got there and laid him a nice load in his ass. He could feel my cock twitching inside his tight little hole.

Staying for a moment and chatting, he would tell me about both his wife and his girlfriend — unusually aware of his bareback escapades. Of course, wondering about the veracity did leave me wanting a little more, so we’ll see if I get a little better read if I’m able to fuck his sweet hole again.

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Does Sperm Enhance Your Mood? Straight Surgeon Finds Cum Contains ‘Mood Enhancers’

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A top surgeon was forced to resign from the American College of Surgeons after a controversial Valentine’s Day editorial in which he quoted a study that found women who had unprotected sex were less depressed than those who forced their male partners to rubber up, according to news reports.

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“There’s a deeper bond between men and women than St. Valentine would have suspected,” the straight surgeon concluded in his study. “And now we know there’s a better gift for that day than chocolates.”

In the study, sperm was found to contain “mood enhancers like estrone, cortisol, prolactin, oxytocin, and serotonin; a sleep enhancer, melatonin.”

I don’t know if this surgeon has talked to any gay bottoms, but I’ve found many of them so satisfied after I cum inside them, they don’t even need to cum. Now there’s scientific proof for the satisfaction the bottom feels. It’s not all about the connections between men, but there are mood enhancers in cum. I wonder if some bottom men are more sensitive to those chemicals being injected anally.

I hope I will not need to resign my post, so I thought it important to do a study as well. Please answer the following as honest as possible.

As a bottom, how do you find that your mood changes when you get sperm in your ass? As a top, how does your mood change when you inject your sperm into an ass?

  • My mood improves significantly (79%, 290 Votes)
  • My mood improves somewhat (15%, 56 Votes)
  • My mood stays the same (2%, 8 Votes)
  • My mood improves a little (2%, 7 Votes)
  • My mood worsens a little (1%, 4 Votes)
  • My mood worsens somewhat (1%, 2 Votes)
  • My mood worsens significantly (0%, 1 Votes)

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Now that there's possible scientific proof that women experience a mood enhancement when injected with sperm, do you think there's a similar mood enhancement for the bareback bottom when he is bred?

  • Yes, definitely. It's purely a physical/chemical response. (52%, 162 Votes)
  • Perhaps. It's probably physical/chemical and psychological. (31%, 97 Votes)
  • No, it's just psychological. (10%, 31 Votes)
  • I don't know but I'm going to enjoy researching it! (7%, 23 Votes)

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