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June Must Mean Texas Time

June Must Mean Texas Time

Well, howdy, folks!

This year, I’ll be moseying over to them Texans there about June time. Maybe some bowlegged cowboys might like to try sitting and riding on my maypole and see if I might pollinate their hole with my DNA.

I’ve got to admit, a lot of traveling here nowadays and I’m fucking loving it . Texas always treated me right. So keep me in mind, Houston. I’ll be there in a couple of weeks or so.

Why?

Why?

I’m getting a lot of questions regarding why I’ve stopped updating the blog and taking a sabbatical.

Let me first clearly state that I haven’t stopped my life.

I am still a stubborn bastard. I will do what I want when I want to do it. I’m just not going to share it with you.

Now don’t take it personally. Depending who you are, it might have been worthwhile to share what I did to that bottom or expose that catfish or tell the world about a lousy massage therapist.

Certain members of my audience have always disliked what I wrote and made a nuisance, but that has grown into a bother.

I could continue if I could find a way to block out certain people. I’ve come up with these options.

When iBLASTinside.com returns, which option would you prefer?

  • Open, free site with content posted for restricted time periods (posts appear for two weeks then disappear). (39%, 69 Votes)
  • Membership site with a small, annual fee ($12-$20) to access all content. (18%, 32 Votes)
  • Combination free & membership site; some old content free, members see everything. (11%, 19 Votes)
  • Prefer the site remain inactive (10%, 18 Votes)
  • Let members choose annual or monthly fee. (10%, 17 Votes)
  • Membership site with a tiny monthly fee ($2 or so) to access all content (7%, 13 Votes)
  • I've got another idea (put in the comment section below) (5%, 9 Votes)

Total Voters: 177

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Don’t like the options? I don’t either. But right now, I don’t see a way around them. I’m left struggling to figure out a way to make this all work. So here we go.

Indianapolis

Going Back to Indy

Apparently, I didn’t get my fill during my recent but very brief visit in Indy last week, so I’m headed back into the city for a bit. Wonder what I’ll find this time.

I can always hope for a lot of ass to breed.

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April Fools! Who The Fuck Would Believe I’d Go Safe?

April Fools! Who The Fuck Would Believe I’d Go Safe?

double-bag-it-douchebagI lied Opens new window of a page on this blog. April Fools!

When I posted earlier on April 1 that I was going safe — so safe I’d begin double bagging my cock for fucking — it was nothing more than an April Fools joke.

Oh come on. Did you read it? I wrote I would fuck all for the bottom’s pleasure!

When in the fuck would I do that?

Just a little humor. Sometimes I let things get a little too heavy around here.

Here’s to spring. Let’s hope this winter shit and all the cold is behind us.

Time to Grow Up and Get Safe: Wrap Your Willie Twice

Time to Grow Up and Get Safe: Wrap Your Willie Twice

It’s been heart wrenching for me, but I finally have been convinced that I cannot fuck bareback anymore. It’s just not safe. All the people who send me the hate mail, tell me I’m a sociopath, inform me that it’s just wrong to breed the bottoms… well, I’m inclined to agree with you. I’ve spread my seed to enough people, it’s time to stop. In fact, I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to not only put on one condom, but two.

Too Much Pleasure So Two

All through these years that I’ve been fucking raw, it’s been wrong. I’ve just had too much pleasure. So I’ve concluded that I need to plastic protect my penis at least twice. It’s called “double bagging.” I’m going to put on two condoms. That way, I dull the pleasure twice as much. I’m not able to feel anything rubbing against me. I almost want to make sure I feel nothing when I fuck, just to punish myself. I don’t deserve any more pleasure. I must deny myself. No more fun. No more pleasure. No more enjoyment for me. I figure with feeling nothing, I can work purely for the bottom’s joy. Make the bottom feel good. Maybe I won’t even cum. I’ll make sure the bottom feels my condomed cock, plastic wrapped for his pleasure. I will put on one condom for blowjobs too.