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Hate (2 of 3)

Hate (2 of 3)

This post comes with a heavy heart because I write it about someone I considered a friend. In a way, we were loosely business partners, as I supported his products on my website. Business changed in the last couple of years and, growing vocal protests over me, forced my friend into an untenable position.

Or so it’s conveyed to me.

Look, I know there’s a bunch of flakes online and I’m all about exposing catfish Open-New-Window-External. And people lie. You can’t tell liars via e-mail or Twitter. But I have no reason to believe Jeff is telling a fib, as this issue has developed. I sort of feel sorry for the guy.

I’m also sorry Jeff couldn’t find the strength to stand up.

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Those of you online, especially on Twitter, will recognize Jeff as Str8Cam. He’s a hot, muscular straight guy who jacks off online to what was once thousands of horny admirers.

Those numbers have dwindled since the rise of Xtube.com, Tumblr.com and other free sources of porn. Jeff needed another source of income and since his gay-for-pay philosophy extended only so far as jerking off, he landed on a potential gold mine in the form of a lubricant that looked like, felt like and smelled like cum.

Jeff began marketing it at Str8Cam Lube.

Now Jeff isn’t the first to come up with such a thing. Bad-Dragon.com Open-New-Window-External, which offers unusually shaped dildos, also offers its own CumLube (even before Jeff). I’d ordered from them. But Jeff — being directly supportive of a the gay community despite his own disappointing heterosexuality — caused me to switch it up.

Being that I’m a barebacker (and many of my readers are fans of the raw sex and like some spunk), Jeff created a fan base for his product, which he started a second line called SpunkLube to attract a straighter audience.

In the course of my writings, I explain how Jeff’s product might be used as a tool in deceptive practices. By the way, I’ve also discussed the use of many other brand name products including Durex Rainbow Colored CondomsDurex Rainbow Condoms, Vaseline, etc., in similar methods.

Jeff didn’t know I included him. Neither did Bad Dragon nor Durex.

When Jeff started getting harassed, it was brought to his attention. He e-mailed me and I added a statement to the “offending” page Opens new window of a page on this blog.

Threats continued against Jeff and his products. Even though his products are condom safe (and plenty of lube makers create condom-unfriendly lubricants), Jeff is being punished for something I’ve written.

Jeff has asked me to take my posts down. He’s asked me to remove reference to his products. I won’t.

What I am doing is explaining to you all, dear readers, how someone has been unfairly maligned for something that they have no right to be.

Jeff-Str8CamJeff is a public figure and he gets naked and jerks off on camera practically daily. And while I may be suggesting his product be misused, it’s no different than someone not following the recipe on the back of a Duncan Hines cake box or playing Monopoly with my own set of rules.

Why people have chosen to single-out Jeff, I have no idea. It makes me wonder if there’s some retribution because Jeff, in his non-judgmental approach to all gays — even barebackers. He chats with us all on Twitter.

While I don’t make a dime from this, allow me to suggest you all still support Jeff. But please, do not purchase Str8Cam Lube Open-New-Window-External or SpunkLube Open-New-Window-External from a store. Purchase it directly from Jeff’s websites. And if you’re really feeling generous, join his jerk-off website at Str8Cam.com Open-New-Window-External.

If it upsets you a little too much, consider purchasing Bad Dragon’s CumLube Open-New-Window-External instead. It’s practically the same thing.

And if you’re one of the bullies fucking around with this muscleman’s wallet, fucking stop it.

Postscript

Show Jeff some love. Follow him on Twitter and tell him you support him, his products and his right to sell to whomever he pleases. And if you’re a barebacker, let him know that too. His Twitter name is @Str8Cam Follow on Twitter.

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How I Performed on My 2012 Resolutions… FUCK!

How I Performed on My 2012 Resolutions… FUCK!

12 Resolutions for 2012 Opens a new window from this blog and I’m five for 12, or there abouts. A few of my resolutions were rather vague. Let’s step through them one by one and see where I fucked up.

porn12. Fuck a Porn Star

For the third year running, this has been on my list and for the third year, fucking hell, it’s failed.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I’ve met porn stars virtually who promise they’d let me fuck them but it never happens that we’re in the same town. In fact, I’ll tell you a couple of secrets. I got so desperate last year to fulfill this I gave a particular porn star (who I’ll be kind and won’t name him) gifts that amounted to enough to warrant him a promise to fulfill this particular desire.

As you know, porn stars are always good on their word.

Not.

This particular person ended up not fulfilling my desires despite the promise and, well, my payments went unfulfilled.

Another porn star, who does condom-only porn, visited Atlanta and said while he won’t get fucked raw, he does fuck raw. I decided I’d get bottomed. Then he searched my e-mail and, well, he said he’d fuck me raw but pull out to cum.

What’s the use in that?

I’m getting closer but not quite there.

 

11. Meet My Meat (and Boy, Did You Ever)

This one I’ll give myself because, despite passing 45 years of age — just this side of ancient in the gay world — I fucked so much ass this year, I’m sure if it had been cunts, about 30 baby Marks would have been in various stages of gestation. Based on my calculations, I bred close to 250 asses including many in Georgia and California. Of course, I happened to breed several dotted all over including Pennsylvania, Massachusetts and Texas.

Next year, I hope to do more traveling with a new job and breed even more in a lot more states. I really hope to hit New York City, Chicago and Seattle.

 

surfer10. More Asian Invasion

Rice was nice this year. Fucking hell if I didn’t get a lot more of the delicacy. Thanks to my travel west, I saw much more Asian ass. In fact, the exotic ass lined up for my might white cock.

Okay, so my cock is 7 inches. But to a tight-ass Asian, it’s perfect.

Highlighting the Asian ass I took has to be the Asian surfer Opens a new window from this blog and the Las Vegas mystery man Opens a new window from this blog, both included in the best fucks of 2012 Opens a new window from this blog. But much more ass sat on my cock in 2012 to make it an Asian invasion year.

Arigato, although that’s just the Japanese version of “Thank You.” There’s so many Asian flavors to say thanks, I’d spend too much time figuring them out.

 

my-trainer9. Shape It Up

Yea, fuck that. My lovely, tragically straight trainer abandoned me and I never found someone to replace him. Therefore I lost momentum in the gym and never quite returned and boosted up my starting point in 2011.

 

8. Shocking Myself

Yea. Not going to happen. Nothing too kinky for me.

 

7. Tattoo Time

Yes, I did it. On my right calf. Exactly what I wanted. Hurt like hell.

 

boy-grindr6. Curb the Curmudgeon

The photo to the right is the boy I wrote about last year, perhaps on a whim. Turns out he violated one of the most important issues for which I require for all those I fuck Opens a new window from this blog and he lied about it Opens a new window from this blog.

This year happened to be the year of men lying a lot to me, especially as I had to write about catfish Opens a new window from this blog more and more. The term “catfish” Link Opens in a New Window comes from the documentary of the same name and refers to those who lie about themselves, normally creating an elaborate persona. For a catfish, being dishonest about one issue isn’t enough. One must create a complete world.

I’ve had too many catfish this year to pin up the curmudgeon. I doubt everyone.

 

5. Roll on Rollercoasters

I got a few in but not enough.

 

4. Occupy the Obvious & 3. Punch Back

Well, Obama won and all is right with the world. Right?

Fuck that.

My job is a hellish nightmare and the condom Nazis continue their assault, with even more cyber-attacks on my website Opens a new window from this blog and worse. How disappointing. The effort to get a job in an accepting environment continues to elude me and, well, punching back has only left me bloody and bruised. Standing up for my rights doesn’t seem to work.

 

2. Mentoring a Man-Boy & 1. Connect

I made strides in this area and might make some more, but still haven’t found one dedicated to sticking to getting to know me and letting me getting to know them. I’ve met a few, even had coffee here or there. But nothing has clicked yet and made it work.

I’ll start texting someone and suddenly the enthusiasm will fall off on their part — not mine — even before we meet. Do they expect me to be all about the fuck all the time? No. It’s sometimes boring. Their loss.

As for the mentoring piece, I speak with many who think it’s just me fucking them. Maybe offering a tip or two then moving on. I think that’s why the bottoms of today truly fail me.

Mentoring is a long-term process. I guess men think they can get all they advice they need off the Internet these days (and goodness knows I provide a lot of sexual advice here with poppers Opens a new window from this blog, gloryhole etiquette Opens a new window from this blog, stealthing tips Opens a new window from this blog, bottom commandments Opens a new window from this blog, sleazy Atlanta Opens a new window from this blog and much more.

I see mentoring as a more personal guide, seeing what this person’s attributes are and exploiting them for that person’s personal gain.

Oh well.

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What Gay Porn Needs

What Gay Porn Needs

Do you pay for porn?

Let’s be honest. You probably don’t. Oh maybe you’ve got a monthly membership somewhere or you do a pay-per-view every once-in-a-while, but paying for porn? Naw.

When’s the last time you bought a DVD?

2008?

DVDs are going the way of the compact disc, which is almost as dead as the cassette, which is fading like vinyl records, which has almost met the fate of eight-tracks. Some of you kids out there probably never even heard of eight-tracks or can imagine a day when your song actually got interrupted to switch tracks (not that you even know what a “track” is). You probably don’t even recall having to buy a whole album in order to get that one song you liked.

Lordy, I’m getting old. And my brain is getting addled and off track itself. Getting back to the point.

Porn needs a reboot.

I don’t mean we need it in 3-D IMAX or hook up our Fleshlight to a USB port. Porn needs to change.

Look, I love porn like everyone else. I’ve watched as Treasure Island Media and other places try to capture the magic of “Dawson’s 20 Load Weekend” by adding more loads and more hot guys and more dirty talk. Or just film more scenes and put them out there. More niches for the fetishes that drive people to pay a little. We think that foot or diaper or foot-in-diaper fetish might get more people interested.

Look at the explosion of Tumblr, XTube and whatnot, though. It’s all free. Fucking free. No one wants to pay.

Essentially, I am a porn website. Sure, I have a little more than porn on here, but getting guys to jerk off is what drives thousands of people every day to click on one of the iBLASTinside websites (including this blog, the Bareback Brotherhood Opens a new window from this blog website and the BarebackWiki Opens a new window from this blog). I’ve added some advertising to see if I can recoup some of the cash I’ve expended to assist in my own little adventure.

[alert style=”green”]<b>Do you know how much I make?</b>

<sarcasm on>Oh I’m rolling in the dough.</sarcasm off>

Annually, I get a little more than $300 from advertising. The cost to run everything? In excess of $750 annually. That doesn’t include the time investment. And let me be clear about that time investment. The time I spend writing is mostly for me and a kind of catharsis and relief. However I spend several hours every month maintaining the sites working to stay ahead of the ever-evolving cyber-attacks.

In other words, this is not a lucrative adventure. BBBH, the Wiki and this doesn’t even break even. [/alert]

Thankfully, my sites garner enough attention and I get enough satisfaction to keep me up and going. Moreover, it’s from this place and my perch that I can sense what is needed.

While the DVD goes the way of the dodo bird and for-pay porn slowly descends, I can tell you my little ad adventure isn’t working out. In my other so-called “real life” career in marketing, I can tell you that advertising in the traditional way doesn’t gain the attention from consumers it did in “Mad Men” days. Further, consumers distrust advertising more and more. Even in the digital realm, getting a consumer to “click” on an ad is close to impossible.

How can gay porn get the viewing audience to tune back in and actually pay for it?

Creating Demand

Demand must come at a level where the consumer is willing to part with some of that cash. That means more than insert tab A into slot B.  Demand is an emotion and, while lust works on many levels, it’s amorphous when considering just as good-looking men reside for free a few other places on the Internet.

One must combine that lust with other craving emotions to drive consumers to pay to view.

Multi-Use Content

Porn companies would take the moments and snap photos and, of course, write a scene-by-scene description of the action.  Reusing this content allowed extra cost benefit to the bottom line.

But multiple uses for the same content doesn’t have to be different mediums. There’s other options to using content and reaching different and new audiences.

Cum-Generating Performance

Porn really is about the viewer shooting his wad and then tuning out. Treasure Island Media sort of figured this out by adding the cum scenes onto the DVD as a separate feature. Now with online porn, everyone moves the slider or we watch 1½-minute videos with what we want. We get bored with sucking for half an hour before the fucking starts.

Then there’s sites like mine. Men read mine for the story, the plot, the set-up. Today’s porn doesn’t really bother any more with the shitty concepts of the pizza delivery man or cousin sleepover, although we all seem to want it.

Porn must bring back the plot (but not in a crappy acting way) and make men cum but not before it’s time. And if men only have 1½ minutes and want to squeeze one out to our content, we must know how to provide that.

Keep Coming Back

The way porn worked is by a loyalty system. Men become loyal to a studio, to an actor or to a director (or perhaps some combination thereof). A love of everything mega-bottom Dawson or anything from Treasure Island Media or super UK director Liam Cole. Generating enough content to keep consumers jacking means a close to impossible situation because capacity is only so much.

That’s why people by droves have switched over to XTube. Now finding people to whom they sort of like and can subscribe, the content is delivered as soon as another crappy video gets posted.

Admittedly, some videos aren’t that crappy.

Put the Formula Together

I know I’m being vague. It’s on purpose because I’ve got solutions (multiple) that could create a lucrative experience and reboot gay porn. Fuck, let’s call it adult-oriented entertainment.

If I type it all here, some fucker at some studio would take it, put his spin on it and run with it. Ideas can’t be copyrighted or patented. I can’t get a payday by giving it all away.

It’s time porn step it up and someone in it decided that pushing the boundaries was time. We need a change.

I have what gay porn needs.

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Making My Mark on the Fringe

Making My Mark on the Fringe

Back in 2011, I was featured as the “Gloryhole Expert” Opens a new window from this blog on a podcast known as Distorted View Link Opens in a New Window and the pay version, the Super Freak Sideshow Link Opens in a New Window. I’ve long enjoyed the podcast, as it contains some twisted shit and the host, Timothy James Henson, is fucking funny.

Well, he’s compiled some of the best interviews in the seven years he’s done the podcast and my interview — which includes discussions of barebacking, the Bareback Brotherhood, Str8Cam Lube Link Opens in a New Window, stealthing, adult bookstores and more — ends the compilation Link Opens in a New Window. While I encourage you to listen to the whole thing, you can find me beginning at the 48:32 mark Link Opens in a New Window.

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To Stealth or Not to Stealth

To Stealth or Not to Stealth

For what he did not know did not hurt him, but I found great pleasure in taking what I felt was mine.

He had handed me a condom — no words were spoken. He simply handed me the prophylaxis still contained in it’s wrapper. He bent over, presenting his ass to me, like a female baboon presents to the alpha male. I made no agreement.

He hands me a condom. By this act, is it suddenly my obligation to have safer sex? Is there some quixotic power that requires me to abide by the rules he sets? Yet he’s turned his back, presented his ass and isn’t looking at me, confirming I’m even tearing the packet open.

I took his ass. I never bothered to put on the condom.

I never knew his name. Fuck, I couldn’t recall his face if I tried. I might remember his ass, perhaps if my raw cock entered him again. The sensation of his chute ,exquisite in its tightness and the slight curve up. Soft and delicate. Warm and moist. I don’t think I was the first man to enter him that evening.

Did I have some obligation? By handing me a condom, am I to compromise my choice never to use plastic to cover my cock and deny me the sensation of my genetic material entering a man’s ass? He never asked me. We never spoke. He never checked.

We were standing in the dusky light of an adult bookstore. I don’t care two shits about the man. He is a method by which I will relieve my need to release seed. I don’t even care whether he gets off. He’s slightly better than my right hand. I’ve not asked him whether he’s got any sexually transmitted infections either. He handed me a condom though. Perhaps that’s his hint there’s a bug lurking in his ass.

Who’s to say what’s lurking inside my ball sack as my sperm pumps inside him? As my bodily fluids flow into this ass, like thousands of others I’ve fucked before. I’ve told neither you, dear reader, nor the bottom I’m fucking if there’s a virus or anything unclean about me. Who’s to say I bring any harm to this man who so eagerly presents his ass to someone he’s met less than five minutes earlier.

What moral obligation do I have? Any? We made no contract. There’s no legally binding language between us. We stand on neutral ground in a place where both of us seek nothing more than a moment’s pleasure.

Take it just a step further.

What if I were at a gloryhole? What if he puts a condom on me then plants his ass against that hole in the wood between us? He’s sucked dozens of cocks, presented his ass to hard cocks all night long and now it’s my turn.

I slip the condom off. I fuck him raw. If he is a decent bottom, he should know the difference. It certainly feels like I’m not the first person to enter this hole raw from my view point.

A month later, six months later, a year later… he gets tested and the results are the same as before.

Have I committed some wrongdoing? If the tests are  different, how could this man who lets anyone and practically everyone fuck him in an adult bookstore know it was me or someone else?

Why do some people attempt to assign some sort of moral code to what’s right and what’s wrong with fucking?

          

The Debate that Just Won’t Fade Away

Bareback porn videographer Cristian Knox and I have debated this issue for some time. The porn company, Treasure Island Media, recently reproduced one of my blog entries from our debate from a while back. And Cristian went on a bit of a rant about it again just yesterday. Of course he derided my recent 10 tips on stealthing.

Cristian writes in his post on July 3:

A now mainstream, recognisable pornography company, in the business to make money, supporting the deceptive actions of a person advising his readers on how to potentially harm others against their will?  On top of this, making content that fetishises and revels in the depiction of misleading people during sex.  We don’t believe them for a second, but at least the big corporations have the humanity to PRETEND they could give a shit about other people.  Perhaps I am hoping for too much from my fellow gays/queers/humans, but something very desperate and sad is happening here.

I have to admit that Cristian might have finally taken that swan dive off the deep end. I’m so very sad to see it since, overall, I find him quite respectable and an upright person. I am left with these questions:

  1. When did Treasure Island Media ever become a mainstream pornography company?
  2. Wouldn’t barebacking itself be considered a way to “potentially harm others”?
  3. How am I doing anything “against their will”? I’m not holding a single person down.
  4. No offense, but pornography is all about misleading the viewer to enhance the fantasy, is it not?
  5. Please advise me which corporations in the UK are pretending to give a shit about people because I don’t think there’s that many in the US.

Stealthing was the hottest feature on iBLASTinside.comYou don’t have to agree with stealthing, Cristian. But you can’t suggest that TIM’s inclusion of my pieces really means all that much.

If the porn company is finally integrating stealthing into its movies, it’s about damn time. I’ve been advocating some bareback porn company do it (along with some other ideas I’ve got where gay porn needs to go). Cristian, in fact, says that the US division of TIM has gotten a bit stagnant.

I’d suggest it’s not just TIM but all porn. How many pizza deliveries, locker rooms and bathroom encounters do we need? Porn must evolve.

(Interestingly enough, I think it might find some success considering a recent survey of my blog readers find it the hottest among my fuck stories.)

Jeez, Treasure Island Media blazed the trail for bareback and reality porn in the first place, Cristian. I doubt you’d be doing what you do without it. Pushing the boundaries of the taboo finds a tradition in porn. Not too long ago, we’d be debating incest or piss.

Cristian knows good and well that TIM, as well as other porn companies, films for fantasy. That’s what produces money. We certainly know that the performers in TIM movies aren’t all seroconcordant. In fact, well-known top star Brad McGuire is HIV negative while the ultimate bottom Dawson is positive (in fact, McGuire’s in a serodiscordant relationship).

Would you say that Brad McGuire puts himself at risk? Isn’t he setting a bad example? If neg is fucking poz, could poz be fucking neg? And they don’t even pretend to put on a condom.

          

Next Time on Law & Order: HIV

This has never been a question of legality, as fellow bareback blogger Josh Landale Follow on Twitter suggested on Twitter when he linked to his piece on the legal questions of disclosing one’s HIV status.

I do not think it is a legal question. Rape didn’t occur. Whomever would be considered the victim would knowingly have to transmit a disease with the malicious intent of infecting the victim. I have no malicious intent. If I feel anything, it’s little more than indifference.

Figuring out it had to be me would first have to conclude that I have some disease, which I’ve not said I do. The bottom would also have to prove he’s disease free and his frequent visits to an adult bookstore assuredly didn’t get caused by any other encounter.

The so-called victim isn’t forced to have sex with me. He chooses to do so voluntarily. Any make no mistake: I never agree verbally or otherwise to wear a condom. I choose to take my own risk.

Finally, one must prove that what I am doing is ultimately dangerous to whom I am doing it and that what I do outweighs any danger I put myself in. I offer no proof and they offer no proof.

We are both in an adult establishment engaging in risky sexual behaviors with multiple partners and choosing to do so without discussion of any reasonable substance.  In the American justice system, I think we’re at a wash.

          

No Dough for You

Allow me to make a couple of points: While my pieces do occasionally appear on TreasureIslandBlog.com, I am not compensated in any way. Fuck, TIM hasn’t done so much as to send me a t-shirt or even let me watch a movie for free online.

If you can say anything, the only love I get is a little traffic from their site to mine. But I also send some to them.I wonder how many?

I’m trying a bit of advertising support for the blog and, gosh darn it, during a good month I earned $40.

Since I drive a hybrid, it’s enough to buy me one tank of gas with a little left over for a soda and a snack.

In other words, no one gives a shit whether I write this stuff or not. The fact is TIM’s TreasureIslandBlog.com and other sites like BreedingZone.com asked to use my content and I gave them permission. I don’t get compensated other than the reciprocal traffic that flows back and forth between our websites.

There are people who have actually met me — beyond the people who’ve ended up with my cock in their ass. They might speak up as to the type of person I am.

I’d like to say this blog is some sort of labor of love, but it’s more because I need the catharsis. It’s my release.

If you choose to just blindly hate me, go ahead. The line forms to the left. I’ve got plenty of folks who do. But take a moment to actually read what I’m saying and let it sink it. Ask yourself where this so-called moral line you draw actually exists.

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