Another Friday Fuck Fun looks at another Treasure Island Media movie, but this one goes hardcore.
The Romans called sex Insania Nobilis, the Noble Insanity.
Approach real sex, real risk and danger and you’ll feel your brain start to fog up. Get closer to the fire and your IQ plummets lower, lower, lower until you’re a raving buck-in-rut thinking from your lust-gorged crotch.
Treasure Island Media Director and Producer Paul Morris brings exclusives Ethan Wolfe, Jack Allen, Jackson Taylor and John Dahl along with Blue Bailey, B.J. Slater, Chad Brock, Christian Rock, Chris Kohl, Devlin Michaels, The Fucktard, James Roscoe, Jerry Stearns, Lito Cruz, Luca Bondi, Luke Bennett, Nick Moretti, Patrick O’Conner, Sunny, Trasher, Trevor and Ty Roberts to that animalistic place.
Instinct takes over and the men just fuck and breed in this barebacking, bucking and breeding blowout.
To enhance it all further, I post on Craigslist an add that looks something like the following:
TOP blogger visiting looking for bottom writing inspiration – m4m (Concord Area)
I’m a blogger who writes about my sexual experiences on the road with bottoms I encounter… My blog is read by thousands every single day, reproduced on several sites and even some entries end up on a famous porn studio’s website.
Perhaps you might like to be the inspiration for a piece when I slide into town next week?
I don’t identify the bottoms I fuck, just write about the experience…
Hit me up with your info — a pic, stats, etc. I’ll respond with my blog details so you can check it out. We’ll go from there.
The site contains a lot of information beyond my fucks. And if you happen to be a top, we can tag team or maybe you’d like to try sitting on my cock… it’s a perfect 7 inches cut.
Thanks!
P.S. The only major requirement (other than bottoming for me) is that you don’t smoke.
From all this, I do get a lot of inquiries. Most of them are lurkers who never intend to meet. This I get. It’s also an opportunity to find new people to read my blog since not all barebackers have found the Bareback Brotherhood or my blog.
With many there’s the “I just fuck safe,” and then more than half switch their story. But some don’t. Yet, with my blog, it becomes a jerk-off destination for many.
When I do finally arrive, I e-mail the best back to see if they’re still up for that fuck.
My arrival in Concord allowed me to long in locally to BarebackRT.com, Grindr, Scruff and Manhunt.net, all of which use a geographic tool to notify one who’s closest. I also posted to Craigslist.
Two men of the many interested e-mailed me back saying they were still up for the fuck, but one 4 p.m. pump-and-dump session became a no-show with regrets arriving several hours later because he was “stuck somewhere.”
Flake.
All of my online activity netted me a lot of interest. A lot. I was fresh meat in a town that didn’t see a lot. Of course, I got the usuals…
People just wanting to collect photos, see my cock or face.
I had one prospect on BarebackRT… he was a fucking hot dude in his late twenties… seemed like a good one. But here’s where we begin one issue that baffled me for Concord.
He had no vehicle.
I needed to come to him and pick him up, bring him back to my hotel to fuck and then take him home.
Now please check out the map.
Concord is not a major city. It’s 1½ hours north of Boston. It’s not a walking city. How can you not have a car and survive, especially when you’re not in college?
This turned into a theme of the night. No car. No transportation. My car is in the shop. My car is in the shop due to the storm. I don’t have a car.
By the way, none of these bottoms ever asked where I was staying to see if I happened to be within walking distance.
While some of them were hot enough for me to go and fetch them, it turns out I didn’t rent the car but a colleague did. I simply wasn’t an option.
Then came the other morons.
I also get a collection of those who want to postpone. These guys appear in every city, without fail. I wonder if they ever fuck. All conversations go something like this.
THEM: “How long you in town?”
ME: Just tonight (no matter how long I’m in town, I always say I’m here “just tonight”)
THEM: “Damn! It’s getting late tonight.”
ME: It’s just 9:30.
THEM: “I know but I have to get up early. I wish you were here…” fill in the blank with “tomorrow night” or “this weekend”
In other words, they can never come over now or today.
Proximity Alert
My first promising opportunity looked like a threesome, which I won’t get into too much detail on. In his early thirties and a scruffy blond, wanted to know if I wanted to fuck both him and another guy, in his early twenties — both online at the same time. As if on cue, the younger one sends me a message.
The younger one asks if I’ve got poppers, which of course I do.
Then he asks if I’ve got anything “more fun.”
WTF.
“Dude,” I respond back. “You’re well aware I’ve come into town. That means I flew. That means I went through security. At an airport. Are you fucking kidding me? Why would I have any drugs?”
He responds, “Oh yea, I guess you’re right. But I still want to fuck.”
Anyway, the vibe is off and the duo then go even more weird. The young one claims the old one is stalking him. The old one claims they’re “together.”
I don’t want to get into the shit. Kick them both to the curb.
Right Downstairs
One last opportunity happens as a guy indicates he’s in a hotel. I ask which one and it turns out he’s in the same one as I am.
Bingo.
He won’t disclose his room, so I give him mine, knowing my colleague isn’t on that floor. He tells me he needs 10 minutes to shower and get cleaned up.
Those 10 minutes pass. Then another 10. Another 10. Yet another 10. And at 45 minutes, I finally message him.
He apologizes, saying it’s taking him longer than he thought to clean out his ass.
Whatever, I say, just get his ass to my room.
Then he says come to his.
I tell him I don’t have his room number.
He says okay, he’s now putting on his clothes.
At an hour after we started this exchange, he says he’s on his way.
Then I get a text asking me if I’ll suck his dick too.
I’m baffled. I just ask, “What?”
Then he writes, “I need to run by the front desk real quick.”
Fuck that.
This fucker is just playing me.
“Forget it.”
He gets all bent out of shape. Says he won’t go by the front desk. Blah blah blah.
After some back and forth, I say he can some to my room, but he has three minutes to get there.
He says he doesn’t like my attitude.
I tell him to fuck off.
The next morning, he begs me to come to his room to fuck him.
I tell him I’m not disturbing guests actually staying in the hotel.
Postscript
Perhaps the little fucker actually was staying in the hotel or maybe he was one of the guys I’d e-mailed earlier and said I was in town and knew the hotel from that. I’ll never know. I’m proud I never knocked on anyone’s door. That shit pisses me off. He probably kept delaying things to try and get someone else to come over and knock on my door but, like me, couldn’t find anyone to do it.
My luck is your luck, fucker.
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First, I enjoyed myself. I wanted to hit him up again for another session.
Second, I’d gotten a few e-mails from folks asking if the hottie ever would entertain barebacking.
Chad had written me a nice note thanking me for the review shortly after it appeared. I’d e-mailed it to him.
Apparently he forgot it.
For all the nice things I wrote, he focused on one section:
I’d like to say he’s a little down on his luck, but his attitude seems so cheerful as he’s figuring out where he wants to go. Or maybe he’s just a wandering gypsy nowadays. … since his hotel room is so damn small, he can’t really accommodate a massage table.
After a little exchange where he seemed confused after thanking me for my review, he sent me this:
I am by no means down on my luck, or a nomad. I know exactly what I want out of life. I still have no idea where the bareback thing came from.
I’m not really worried about what people say about me online. I put myself out there so I expect a certain amount of bitterness. You can’t please everyone.
I got another response.
I’m actually a very happy person. I make tons of money and work at my own pace. No I do not bb.
Let me explain my reasoning. Perhaps Chad is just frugal. I don’t mean to assign anyone’s particular motivations to their choice of accommodations. But when it comes to cheap chain hotels, Chad at least stepped it up from one that didn’t leave the light on for him. However, the $39.99 a night on the nearby interstate didn’t help making it seem a little low-end.
I usually respect people and a certain degree of their privacy. When I wrote that his room was small, it was tiny. Moreover, Chad’s belongings were crammed and stacked — neatly — into absolutely every single space. The path from the door (by the bathroom door) went to the end of the bed. Both sides of the bed were crammed full.
I don’t doubt he’s about as “happy” as he could be — or at least he’s got a great attitude. And I know some people are nomadic, enjoying traveling the planet. Hell, if I were young and hot, I think I’d do it.
No bitterness was intended. I always explain the space where the therapist works. Is it a tidy, tranquil, dedicated massage space, the messy dorm-like room or are you afraid a teetering mountain of belongings stacked to the ceiling might tip over and fall upon you? I believe that this is important information for a client to consider.
I like Chad. I still do. But he’s extra sensitive, snaps back fast and can’t take the reviews he’s going to be subject to in his profession.
I’m not going to drop his rating. I still want you all to support him when he visits. But keep in mind, he’s got ‘tude.
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Another in the series of iBLASTinside’s Friday Fuck Fun.
Young Frank was eager to prove to Liam Cole that he’s as hungry a fuckhole as our London director has ever met. So Liam called in thick-dicked topmen Kevin, Nikos, and Anton, and handed the kid over to them.
Frank goes after their cocks like a drowning man being tossed a life preserver. While the cock slut devours one slab of manmeat after another, Anton takes advantage of his preoccupation to get a taste of his hole.
Then the fun really begins as the three tops take turns pounding Frank’s ass, pushing him closer and closer to the pinnacle of ecstasy.
Filled with multiple loads and surrounded by the men who dumped them, Frank joins them in ultimate satisfaction as he beats off.
When Treasure Island Media tweeted that former Hot House muscle man Derek Parker went raw, I retweeted. One of my followers responded he was glad to see the porn star came over to the “dark side.”
Barebacking is an enlightened choice because one considers all the options and chooses this one. It’s controversial for a condom performer to go bareback. But nonetheless, I find it brave.
Through the years of writing this blog, I’ve had correspondence with several porn performers (I’ve just yet to fuck one). In my discussions, most may fuck on film with condoms and go with the “safer” sex messaging because — for a while — that’s where the money happened to be.
But in their personal lives, these men did just like all the rest of us: They fucked raw. I found even as an escort, one “safer” porn star visiting Atlanta was willing to breed me, even though he knew I was the author of this blog. I imagine if I’d gone incognito, I could have slipped by him and maybe gotten a load in his ass if I’d been willing to pay.
Two New Enlightened Raw Performers
None of this is to say that either Devin Moss or Derek Parker were ever barebacking before these scenes with TIM, although let’s just say I have my suspicions they weren’t unfamiliar with what happens.
Interestingly enough, both ended up paired with Morgan Black. I don’t know the order of filming. It would have been interesting to have Devin Moss breed Derek Parker.
Devin Moss
So super twink Devin Moss with his super-huge cock went bareback (although there’s been little fanfare despite his almost 10,000 followers on Twitter).
I hear rumors that Devin’s close to retiring or at least taking a break, which would be a shame considering he just kicked off his new barebacking portion of his career and could garner tens of thousands of more followers and fans. I can only hope he reconsiders and goes for the gusto because I’ll be damned if he could become a superstar twink top of barebacking (who’s with me on this?).
But here’s a few pics I found out there as Devin got his huge cock into Morgan’s ass.
Another Friday Fuck Fun looks at another Treasure Island Media movie, but this one goes hardcore.
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