When real life couple Sam Porter and Jacob James heard their fuck toy for the day was going to be Alex Kage, they got pretty excited. So excited, in fact, Sam can’t wait for the kid to arrive and dives right in, eating out his boyfriend’s ass. Once Alex gets to the alley, the guys are quick to welcome him — and Alex is just as quick to surrender, eagerly inviting the hot ‘n’ hung Euro studs to use and abuse both of his holes to their heart’s content.
Once Muscled, Now Wasted by Tina
Daved (or David)
Available on MasseurFinder.com as TheNakedMasseur
Fortysomething years old, 6-foot-1-inch, 165 pounds or less, small waist
Claims Swedish, deep tissue and sports; at one point probably was talented
Massages on a table or a bed; table is in a living room; bed might sometimes includes his roommate who’s usually texting
60 minutes for $65, but he like money and cum, so he might do it for less or for a load
I-85 near Clairmont Road, just off Northeast Expressway; sketchy The Avenues Apartment complex
Both Daved and Antonio live in the same inexpensive apartment complex just off Interstate 85 — Daved in the back north corner while Antonio is in the southern front.
He’d sent the same photo posted here that’s also posted on his MasseurFinder profile . It’s sad because it’s obvious this guy was once incredible. Or at least the photo appears to be of a man with an incredible body. Based on what I saw and experienced, indeed he did.
He seemed anxious when I arrived, but I later figured out had to be from the use of crystal meth. He wasn’t tweaked out of his gourd — a saving grace considering the massage.
But our massage time was interrupted because he kept leaving supposedly to warm up the oil. I didn’t need the oil warmed up. I needed a massage. His work lacked a steady nature but he’d obviously been trained at some point, so his own muscle memory betrayed the “hurry up to the fucking” part.
He did happen to be naked and his former musculature was apparent, although he’d obviously not cared for his skin very well. Additionally, he rather likes having his nipples yanked, bitten and abused, so they’re rather distorted and out of whack.
The good news is Daved goes bareback without hesitation. He’ll give you a blowjob. Swallow. And gladly take your cock up his ass.
The bad news is basically he’s pretty passive. If I’m going to get a massage (and pay for it), I expect the masseur to get me off. If I’m lucky enough to fuck him, I want him to climb on board and ride me.
Moreover, the sensual experience leading up to the explosive ending should be a journey. It should have me at the doorstep of orgasm when he slides me inside. Basically, for the hour or 90 minutes prior, I should have been teased so my leaking cock is ready.
Instead, I ended up taking control, bending him over the table and fucking him senseless.
Rather than paying the full amount, he was so glad I bred him, he wanted less money.
A few months later, he invited me to come by again for a “free massage.” When I stopped off, I wasn’t the first to arrive and massage wasn’t happening. He was on the bed getting fucked while his roommate seemingly ignored things and texted. And this time, Daved/David was tweaked out of his gourd.
No thank you.
I’ve never truly believed in bisexuals. Okay, I believe people can be bisexual, but I don’t think men teeter-totter in the center between straight and gay.
As I wrote when I broke down the male population, Kinsey’s scale creates the only perfect spot in the middle of purely heterosexual (a zero) and purely homosexual (a six) if you place it at 3½. Most men will end up at a 3 or a 4, not directly in the middle.
Alas, that brings me to the spot I am now with a young man with whom I am debating. He so much wants to be used and abused as a bottom on his gay side yet maintain his use of women on his straight. He likes to think he can teeter-totter between the two worlds.
Or better yet, he thinks he can make a choice and then abide by it.
It’s as if someone who enjoys both pizza and cheeseburgers when, one day, he chooses to only eat cheeseburgers and avoid pizza for the rest of his life. Can he truly make such a transition?
Of course not.
I mean, bisexuals are pigs. There’s nothing hotter than a bi boy begging for your load — unless it’s a straight boy. But somehow fooling yourself into thinking you’ll actually join our club full-time is bullshit.
Now why am I not coming down hard on this little fucker and claiming he’s just another closet case who needs to get honest? Cause the honest truth is he’s fucked 10 times more girls than guys who have fucked him. It’s disappointing. If I had easy access, I’d try to train him into a cum-craving bottom like he should be.
But my best talent is a good read. And what I read is someone in conflict who won’t go quietly into a full-time life as a Kinsey 6.
This one, we lose.
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Every hook-up begins practically the same way — an ad posted somewhere. I’m very blunt about being a top and fucking a load. But stupid dumbwits that bottoms can tend to be, I’ll often get this e-mail, text or message shortly after I provide my address:
Do you have supplies? Condoms? Lube?
What? When did it become my responsibility to always supply the condoms and lube?
I think bottoms consider themselves ladylike. They’re the bitches. They need to be wined and dined and then they’ll give up their pussy if they’re feeling it. And the man pays. The top needs to foot all the fucking costs.
If I’m feeling up to talking, I might actually respond that my spit works well enough for lube and that’s all we need (we’ll talk about these dumbfucks in a minute). If I’m not, I’ll say, “Sure, come on.”
So the bitch arrives and we start the play. Sitting out on the bedside table is a condom and lube. But I don’t plan on using either. And funny thing about the vibe of what’s going on, usually the bottom won’t ask for it either. I can eat their little cunt and have them groaning for my cock without a condom and with spit as lube. Sometimes I don’t even need to eat them out. I just lay back and let the little bitch do the work. He’ll sit on my cock without asking for anything.
I guess I have that kind of vibe that just causes them to go for it.
If, at some point, they insist on a condom, I will do one of two things. If they’re hot, I’ll use my prepared condom, sliced open at the tip.
Following the standard, non-porn method of putting on a condom, you pinch the tip (therefore covering up the hole) and roll it over the cock. Lube things up and slide it into the ass. I don’t roll it all the way and use some lube on the raw cock. Then I can pull the condom down and expose my raw cockhead inside.
If the guy isn’t that hot, I send him on his way. Chances are, he’ll ask if he can suck me off. I’ll tell him he’s not that good at sucking cock and I can’t get off by his sucking. Nine times out of 10, I’ll end up fucking him raw. Rarely does he leave without my load in his gut.
Thing is, BOTTOMS NEVER BRING THEIR OWN CONDOMS.
Why Bottoms Never Have a Condom
Why do you cheat on your diet? Why do you accidentally say someone else’s name when you’re fucking your boyfriend? It’s a little bigger than a Freudian slip.
Bottoms want to be barebacked. Subconsciously, they want it raw. They know what they’re built for — being used for the top to get off.
Let’s be frank and straightforward about this shit and stop beating around the bush. Bottoms are little dogs in heat. Their cunts itch for cock and cum. They’re not satisfied.
The argument is that they put their trust in a top. Well, for the most part, they’ve just been e-mailing someone who’s been lying about their age, weight, stats and name. They chose to fuck someone based on a blurry cell phone photo or two that’s probably a few years old. They drive to an address and meet, surprised a little when the door opens and the two of them take a look at each other and go, “Oh well, what the fuck? I’m here now.”
I don’t know about you, but my wallet, keys and valuables are hidden. I escort my visitor from the door to the bedroom and back out.
If this is the type of person who’s willing to trust and fuck, who’s to say what he does with others?
He didn’t bring a condom, what’s to say it’s my job to assure his safety? It’s his responsibility if he wants to protect his ass to do exactly that — protect his ass. I’m intent on one goal. Fucking and getting off. I will do it the way I want best.
What Happens When I Reveal I Only Bareback Online
Sometimes I don’t feel like going through the machinations of the stealth. So I don’t. I just tell the bottom I only bareback.
Funny thing: They still want to come over.
I could cut and paste literally hundreds of conversations. Here’s one from a Craigslist ad two days ago when I sought people to come over to “go to pound town.” This is all true, word for word.
Let me also note the stupidity of the bottom’s question and how I’m able to answer his question. He asks, “Are you positive you are clean?” I am able to honestly reply, “I’m positive.” The double meaning is intended. To a judge or jury or prosecutor, I could simply have shown this to tell them that I informed the dumbass of my status. It has both meanings. Note he’s not bothered to tell me his either and not clarified when and if I’ve ever been tested.
And I’m not saying what my status is.
FYI, this bottom was too dumb for me to fuck. I didn’t.
Adult Bookstores, Sex Clubs and Stealth Fucking
If you go to an adult bookstore or sex club and you are a bottom, bring a spotter with you. Or simply, do not get fucked there. It’s that simple. You are not in control of you and your environment. You cannot trust the people and what’s happening.
If a bottom puts a condom on me and turns his back, I will take it off. Good bottoms constantly check for a condom, but that doesn’t really matter. Breaking a condom is very easy.
Using the porn method of putting on a condom, you stretch out the condom with both hands and pop a finger up inside it to place over the cock in a swift movement. If the bottom is a cheap one and bought his rubbers on the way in, they’re usually the ones very easy to poke that finger through. That way, the head pokes through the top and the shaft of the cock remains sheathed so if the bottom checks for a condom, it appears to be there.
If the condom is heavy duty, a snap or two of the tip with a good pinch should work to break the tip
Real simple as a bottom. You really want the condom on the top, you purchase the condoms. You purchase the lube. You put the condom on the top. You guide the cock into your ass. You face the top at all times.
Unless you’re actually dating the guy, do not trust a random fuck.
Bottom Techniques for Stealthing
Yes, bottoms stealth too. If you’re a top, you might think you have all the advantages if you’re going to play the safer sex game. Not so. I know a lot of bottoms who have developed some sophisticated tricks to assure a raw load in their ass — fulfilling for those who really like getting the cum where it belongs.
Bottoms planning to meet up with any condom-wearing tops will often douche their asses full of petroleum-based lubricants, so even tops who bring their own condoms and lube might not know the seed of deceit is planted already. Good friction and petroleum jelly will break down a condom depending on the thickness and quality. A top in control of the bottom would notice but if a talented bottom rides the top, he might not. Keeping the top distracted (and feeling good) is key to this one working.
Of course, slicing the tip off a condom or cutting a hole always works, but what if the top brings his own condoms. The best technique for this is the tip-biter.
A well-cleaned out bottom will switch things up and go ass to mouth… get fucked a while and then suck the cock. This takes a little practice but the bottom, using a little coordination between his hands and mouth can suck an come to the repository tip, using his sharper canine teeth to poke holes or bite through while holding the shaft to prevent a snap back so the top won’t notice. Then guides it back to the hole.
Gloryhole action makes it easier. Nail-clipping scissors are perfect for a quick snip of the tip then guide it into the asshole until the breeding happens.
Today, Cristian Knox — a bareback pornography videographer I happen to respect and enjoy — called me a “con man” for what I do when it comes to stealthing. I’ve also been called a sociopath, criminal, threatened to be killed and many other names. You need to go back in my blog to read these, but they’re there. I softened my stealthing content in the recent year to make it more palatable for fucktards who miss the point of what I’m saying.
And chances are, if you are enraged by now, you won’t comprehend what I write anyway. You’ve made up your mind.
I am a top. I am responsible for my orgasm. I am responsible for my cock. I don’t give a fuck about your orgasm or your asshole. If I stick my cock into your ass raw, I realize what I am risking by doing so.
If you’re a bottom, it’s your responsibility to take care of yourself. Not mine. There’s no tacit contract between us. All I’m promising is that, if I find you appealing enough, I will shove my hard cock into your ass and I will work myself up into shooting a load.
So you all get pissed off that humanity has some sort of responsibility toward each other, I’d like to introduce you to the real world and how it really works out there. It’s not fantasy land where we all get a safe word and the mugger stops mugging you when you say, “Banana.” Nope.
I’ve written about my life in detail, including my molestation. You know what, I stopped that myself. No adult helped me. No one recognized it. And you know what, I don’t blame the man who abused me for my lot in life either. That’s why it’s written here. I have embraced it as who it made me into.
I’ll bitch about shit that’s happened to me that I don’t think is fair, like getting fired for being Gay. When I’m performing well and bringing millions into the company for which I worked, I don’t think a piss-ant asshole boss should have the power he did to fire me. But you know what, it’s cause the little fucker is surrounded by a bunch of bottoms who allow him to dominate.
I learned that lesson well.
I’ve been stealthing since 2003. I’ve been writing about it. You hate me, don’t read it, don’t fuck me. It’s fine. We don’t have to be friends. But you know what, if you’re a barebacker, then why the fuck does it matter. We’re on the same team. We’re going to bareback anyway. So there.
Get over it. I’m sure there’s things you do that others don’t like.
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A Note from Mark: Not too long ago, I got a note from a guy on Twitter. He informed me after some contemplation, he’d finally been barebacked.
As he noted when we chatted via direct messages back and forth, he’s not much of a writer. I’ve attempted to smooth out the prose a bit without a total rewrite. A bit about him: He’s barely in his twenties and cute, substantial but not at all overweight with an exotic appeal. He lives in the Southwest.
I inquired why he’d chosen to go bare and the answer just never seemed to come forth. It was always something he wanted to do. I understand the urge all too well. So onto the recount of his first time getting a raw cock in his ass…
So I really don’t know how to start this so I’m going to go the beginning.
A few months ago I posted an ad on Craigslist looking for anyone who wanted to use and abuse me. A few days later I received an e-mail from a super hot cowboy. In his e-mail he told me how he wanted to tie me up and make me his slave.
After a few e-mails back and forth, I gave him my cell phone number. One night I texted him telling him I needed his huge cock deep in me. He responded with an invitation to come right over, giving me his address. I was horny and I did want his cock. So I left and started the drive.
I arrived at his place out in the country — so far out that know one could hear me scream, which I really liked. I knock and he opened the door.
He was just wearing basketball shorts so I could see the already hard cock. Tranny porn was playing in the living room.
I wanted to get started right away so I asked him where the bedroom was. He led the way.
We both stripped out of our clothes and we started making out. He pushed me down on the bed tied my hands to the headboard and told me that’s this was my lucky day cause he has been saving his cum just for me. He put a gag on me and started rimming my pink asshole.
It wasn’t the first time I ever been rimmed but he was the best so far, his tongue pushing into my hole deep, getting me very wet. He got on his knees and lifted my legs on his shoulders.
He spit on his cock and fucking rammed his cock in my spit-lubed hole. I let out a huge scream but it was muffled by the gag in my mouth.
At first I was in so much pain that I almost blacked out. But then the sensation began to change over to that familiar good. Then it started to feel so good. Then it felt great.
He fucked me so hard and rough. He didn’t let up. His raw cock inside me, slamming hard. It felt so different. I’d been fucked with a condom but this was so… warm. And the connection with him seemed complete. It was electric. Every nerve ending in my ass was on fire.
Within 10 minutes, I shot a load of cum without touching myself. Two shots blasted me in the face while the rest crossed my chest and stomach.
As the cowboy was fucking my ass good he started licking up my cum off my chest.
He started to slow down and asked me the question that I wouldn’t regret answering: “Do you want my fucking cum deep inside you?”
I nodded yes (I couldn’t say anything because the gag).
After a few more minutes of him fucking me, I felt a nice warm shot of his cum deep inside me. It was nothing I ever felt before. It gave me the chills that it was the best thing I ever had. His cock still inside of me he took off the gag and told me to clean his cock off. Before I could say anything his cock was deep down my throat, head fucking me.
I didn’t think he was going to cum a second time but he did after a few minutes. Then again I felt the same nice warm cum shot down my throat. I was the best tasting thing I ever had.
He untied me from the bed and I got dressed and left.
That was the first time I ever barebacked and, from now on, it’s the only way for me to be fucked.
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