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Darkroom Etiquette

Darkroom Etiquette

To help those who have never experienced a darkroom sexual experience or those who need a bit of a refresher course, this is the guide for you.

What is a darkroom?

A darkroom is where no one can see. No one. Everyone is essentially blind because it’s so incredibly dark.

Why a darkroom?

In a darkroom, without the use of your eyes, you get the opportunity to allow your other senses run wild.

There’s a saying that people who are blind compensate with their other senses. Whether that’s true or not, within the darkroom experience, one cannot rely on your eyes.

This gives you the opportunity to let your fantasies, those things you can invent in your mind, to actually happen.

Who fucking cares if it’s real? Do you want a date or do you want to fuck?

If he feels like a 20-year-old, then believe he is a 20-year-old.

If the cock seems like it’s 10 inches long, then it’s 10 inches.

If he’s a muscle god who smells like a man, lick his fucking pits and enjoy.

A darkroom doesn’t get in the way of everything else, any potential turnoffs (like that ingrown toenail or jacked-up orthodontics) disappear. In the darkness, you’re fucking Dawson with his 20th load or getting bred by Brad McGuire (or whatever legendary top or fantasy top you can imagine).

How a Darkroom Works

The general effort is to make the room as pitch black as possible so that no one can see a darn thing. Of course, a little light will always filter in one way or another. And as your eyes adjust, you can usually make out shapes.

Still, the overall goal is to keep it dark.

That means, no matter how strong the impulse, do not pull out your cell phone and shine its light. It ruins the mood, destroys the fantasy and basically blows out everyone’s pupils, which have to readjust to the darkness.

There are three basic ways of entering a darkroom:

  1. Boldly walk in, not caring what you bump into.
  2. Sneak in along the wall.
  3. Hang around the entrance watching who enters then follow someone you like inside.

I’m generally someone who takes the stealth approach, feeling my way at first along the wall. This gives me a moment to listen and determine if there’s much action going on inside.

Bumping into someone will happen. It’s a fucking darkroom, so get over it.Take this opportunity to check them out. First with a light touch. Then, if they don’t push you away, keep exploring. Are their pants off? Is their dick out? Is their ass prelubed (or leaking cum)? Are they completely naked? Or does he feel like a wrinkled mess?

If he feels you back, he’s interested. If he’s not stopping you, he’s looking for some service.

It’s relatively a common sense situation, although I’ve experienced my share of trolls who cannot take a hint, requiring me to bail out of a darkroom. Generally, men cum about every 5 minutes, so if you leave the darkroom and return in 10, you’ll be in with another group.

To convey my intent, I immediately move my hand to someone’s ass and head to the asshole. If he’s got his pants on, I see if I can slip my hand down inside them. If he bats my hand away, I move on.

I also go for the most common erogenous zones, like the nipples. A little tweak will often open up someone to the option of a fuck.

Courtesy and Tips

Here’s what I suggest to make your experience the best:

  • If you are receiving unwanted attention from a troll, push his hand away — at first gently and then with force. If that doesn’t work, step out of the room (unless you’re in mid-fuck).
  • In mid-fuck, you are free to explore. Let the hands run over your body and don’t get all pissy thinking you should be left alone. If you wanted to fuck alone, you should have gone into a booth or room.
  • Moans, groans, grunts and any basic animalistic sounds are welcome. Otherwise, do not talk.
  • Turn off your cell phone ring and, for God’s sake, don’t fucking answer the phone if it does ring (yes, I’ve experienced it; some asshole actually got a call, answered it in the darkroom and proceeded to have a conversation; cleared the room out in seconds).
  • You will be touched and explored by strangers you cannot see. If this is an issue for you, do not enter a darkroom.
  • Bottoms, it’s quite preferred you be cleaned out and prelubed before going into a darkroom. Keep any lube on hand.
  • If you expect to be “safe” in a darkroom, go with someone who can spot you. One of the easiest places to stealth is in a darkroom, especially when things get busy. You can never really tell which cock is entering you. In fact, I’d suggest the condom Nazis to stay out of the darkrooms.
  • If someone pushes your hand away, consider it a polite way of saying “no thank you” and move on. Don’t be a troll.
  • If you’re not feeling the vibe, step out of the room for 10 minutes and return later. Generally, darkrooms turnover with new action every 5 or 10 minutes.
  • Sometimes you’re lucky to get a service-oriented bottom in the room, who will be naked or pants-down/ass up and allowing all cocks and loads. Be nice, don’t push, and take your turn. Don’t take forever to cum. Pump your load into him.

Hopefully this will all help make your darkroom experiences better. Please add your own darkroom tips below.

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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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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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