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What Is Rape?

What Is Rape?

I get a fucking lot of accusations in my inbox. Often. Here’s one of the more interesting:

When I was 18, a top I met off phone chat had me come to his place. When I arrived, he was much older than described…

I get inside he immediately grabs my head and slams it against door then rapes me raw. He degraded me racially, calling me nasty Asian slurs.

After he was done, he hid my cell phone and keys and kept me for 15 days.

I was used as sex slave to pay for his meth addiction and infected. A black man felt bad and freed me — the only one out of 65 RAPISTS.

I went to police and he was arrested. But [during my captivity], he sent texts to his cell from mine saying everything was consensual AND IT WASN’T.

He now walks free and I hate him and, because of [the AIDS] virus, I no longer date.

I hate you, Mark, and all other violent predators.

For some of you perverts out there (and you know I love you all), you’re jerking off just thinking about this scenario. But let’s get to this Asian gentleman’s message to me and splice it apart, step by step.

Rape Is Bad

I do not believe this story. Here’s why I don’t:

If this 18-year-old gentleman disappeared for 15 days, his family, friends or others would have noticed. Sure, this violent man might have created some text messages back and forth, but those messages would have occurred after the disappearance. Any cell phone records could show that.

Further, in many states, to knowingly pass along HIV is criminal. HIV maintains a portion of the DNA from the source. A test could determine whether the victim was indeed infected by the older man.

I believe the consent likely came from this young man before the disappearance. He told some friends and family he would be gone a while — probably not 15 days — and after a while, came not to like the scene he’d fantasized about because the reality wasn’t quite and fun as the jerk off images.

I’ve seen that often and any of you with any level of kinks would agree.

Nonetheless, if I suspend my disbelief, let me just say if this is true, this is bad.

Let me also suggest to the writer that — unlike my website, which is about sex — that the guy who kidnapped you and held you captive, did that violent act to you. It wasn’t the sex, but the power play that you didn’t like (and the fact he was older than he initially said).

Safety in Hook-Ups

The dear letter writer made a gigantic boo-boo, for which he fails to take accountability. And I get so fucking tired of hearing this shit from people who read some of my posts.

Every time someone goes to a stranger’s home or hotel room or wherever to fuck, you’re taking a risk. Didn’t mamma teach you not to talk to strangers, much less fuck them (or let them fuck you)?

Gay men … damn, all men … love casual sex. We let our cocks put us into places we shouldn’t be. I’ve been there. And this guy ended up some place he shouldn’t have been.

Do not blame anyone else for that.

I’m not saying he dressed slutty so he should have been raped or anything like that. He didn’t deserve to be held hostage for 15 days — if indeed, that’s what happened.

But he’s not innocent.

He want to blame the car for hitting him head on when he was already driving on the wrong side of the road. He did something dangerous.

Fucker beware

I No Longer Date

Oh. My. God. Being Poz prevents this little fucker from dating.

All of you Poz guys out there need to stop dating, stop fucking and curl up into a ball and just shit yourselves.

Another reason not to believe this story: The idea that life ends with seroconversion. Hell, for some, becoming Poz means life begins. No longer worried about when HIV might arrive, but knowing that it’s now there with you.

(As an aside, I’m impressed the dude also counted all 65 guys who fucked him.)

If indeed this is true, let me speak to you, my Asian letter writer:

You need to speak with a professional and go into counseling for this trauma.

You need to find a way to move on, date and find a way to heal. The amount of pent up hate you’ve gathered up into yourself is preventing you from seeing that life continues. You survived something terrible but not everyone is out to hurt you.

Jumping Off the Hate Cliff

Now he says I am out to hurt him. I’m some sort of predator.

I’m not. Never have been.

If you’re upset about the stealthing thing, I’ve explained it time and time again and don’t really need to do it again.

If you’re upset that I use bottoms, all tops do whether they admit it or not.

I just think you’re upset. And once the proper counseling is in place, you’ll be better off.

I didn’t fuck you. I didn’t abduct you. I didn’t hold you hostage. Don’t hate me.

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Revised and Updated Guide to Poppers

Revised and Updated Guide to Poppers

With the new appearance Opens new window of a page on this blog of the blog, I’ve been refreshing several items. One of the largest overhauls has been the Guide to Poppers Opens new window of a page on this blog, which is essentially brand new.

I’ve added a lot more content to make it a more comprehensive reflection, answering more questions about poppers — even some odd and esoteric ones.

Further, I’ve split off each review of popper products so there’s a page dedicated to each. This is going to help me to accommodate the upcoming popper reviews I mentioned recently Opens new window of a page on this blog.

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Travel Journal: The Asian Con Artist

Travel Journal: The Asian Con Artist

I’ve written much too often of my affinity for Asian ass. It goes without saying that the tight and smooth ass of this Far East delicacy can be one which I enjoy immensely, although I am an equal opportunity fucker and find other flavors equally amazing.

When visiting the West Coast, I am afforded greater opportunity to indulge in this delicious flavor and sometimes solicit it. Such was the case during my recent visit to Northern California, when I posted a Craigslist ad asking for Asian Ass to fuck. I’d been specific and requested my usual non-smoking variety.

When it comes to Asians, age makes no difference. The saying regarding African Americans that “black doesn’t crack” refers to their youthful appearance. It seems Asians don’t turn to raisins. They’re smooth until they’re fucking ancient.

I got several hits from my ad but the one that kept my attention was a delicate Taiwanese just up I-880 from me. He wanted to host and be ass up and waiting. Some negotiation later and after dark, I was on my way.

I hesitate sometimes to do this because I’m in unfamiliar territory and I don’t know what’s the good part of town and what’s bad. But still I end up in a questionable part of town walking into a small condo.

As I do, the smell hits me. It’s undeniable. He smokes.

Even though I’ve asked and he’s said no, he doesn’t. He does. He lives alone as this tiny condo is such I’m walking in the front door directly into the bedroom.

But that ass. I walk up to it and touch it. He grunts. I begin feeling his body.

The photos I’ve included here do not do this man justice. His muscular body is tight. His waist is no more than 29 inches around and it’s perfectly muscular. Yet he has a little meaty pecs and nice nipples.

And I’d been building up to this moment. It was getting late, I was horny and I didn’t feel like driving back to my hotel and starting an ass search. So the proverbial one in the hand…

I dropped my pants.

A little lube and breathing through my mouth helped. I never could get completely rock hard but hard enough that he seemed impressed. We never changed position. I just mounted him and made sure to keep him face down so we never kissed. In fact, I wrapped one hand around his chest and I put him in a choke hold with my other hand.

I then forced my cock into his hole. With my hips forcefully pummeling his ass. My waist was massive compared to his. My body weight pinned him down. My hand around his neck allowed me to feel his pulse quickening as I then raised myself up on my toes and really began to slam into him.

“You want my load?”

“Yes,” he said in obviously broken English. “I want you cum. Put it in my ass.”

“Want it no matter what?”

“Please breed my boy pussy.”

I fucked him even harder. It took some real force for me to bring my cum to the surface. I always have a harder time cumming under these conditions. But finally, I reached the spot and shot my load into his ass. I grunted with my exertion. He released a sigh of content. Jizzjoy. I wanted it.

He wanted me to stay but now the stink returned and I needed to go. I begged away and pulled on my clothes, leaving quickly.

I wish he hadn’t lied and I hadn’t invested my whole day chatting with him when I could have had a Filipino… a little heftier but a lot less smelly.

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the lies men tell

The Lies Men Tell… Photos (Part 2)

Read Part One

Whether it’s a decade old photo or the time of our meeting, lying is the constant in the world of fucking. I have honed my own skills at determining who will be truthful and who will not.

For example, the veracity of photos provided by someone can be found in the details. A mole is here in this photo, can it be found there? Or does this photo include a Rubik’s cube and a cassette tape player in the background, indicating it’s clearly from the 1980s? Are the photos from a sequence (leading to further suspicion) or from different times and places? Do they look candid or professional?

Lately, the photo thing had struck a chord with me. I think the proliferation of Grindr, Scruff and other such sprouted more camera mavens insisting on evidence of legitimacy. One face pic is no longer adequate. I must provide multiples. Same with cock pics. Even more, to prove my prowess with fucking, I’ve been asked for video.

Not kidding.

Yes, more than once of late, people have insisted on video proof that I’m worth driving five miles for a fuck. I imagine soon I will need to begin to record myself throwing a few into an ass before anyone will believe I’m good at it.

Believe me, I have heard all the possible excuses on why some poor fucker doesn’t have a photo. No excuse. No more. If you’ve got a cell phone that doesn’t make photo, you’re a fucking idiot. Camera phone save lives and document moments that will forever be discussed on CNN. Your computer did not crash and destroy all your photos. And you can pretend you’re at work and have no photos there, but if so, what-the-fuck are you doing on Manhunt.net at that same company? Please. You’re just some self-hating fag.

Moreover, everyone in the photo trade had been burned one time too many. Some asswipe’s stiffed us and not sent us a pic, left us holding the bag and we, in turn, feel foolish for trusting. But that does not mean now you have the right to always go last in the trade.

All things equal, he who asks first, send first. No exceptions. If someone has posted an ad on Craigslist with a self-photo, that counts as a “sent photo.”

Otherwise, the bottom should send first. I don’t give a fuck if the bottom is 19 years old and hot as hell (or at least says he is).

  • If you unlock without any previous conversation, I’m under no obligation to unlock for you, even if you ask nicely. The whole unlock trade occurs with conversation, not independently.
  • If you show X-rated photos in your profile photos and then “unlock” photos, those unlocked ones should have a clearly available face pic. Else, I’m not obliged to unlock mine. If I unlocked mine first, you should e-mail me a clear face pic. Vice versa as well. If you show face, your locked pics should clearly show cock and/or ass.
  • The only time you have a right to “break the code” and not trade photos is when someone has egregiously lied. This means the following: A 20-year difference in age, a different race or completely different appearance. Otherwise, if you get a pic, you must respond with a pic. You’re welcome to tell the guy you’re not into him.
  • What you send is what you get. If you send me a tiny photo where you can’t see shit, I have the right to send you back a tiny photo where you can’t see shit. If your photo is blurry and you’re wearing sunglasses, I’m welcome to do the same.
  • Just because we both unlock photos does not mean we are meeting for a fuck. I believe in being fair. But my unlock doesn’t mean I’m suddenly into you.

I do study photos (as has been proven) and I can recognize when people lie. And most do lie.

On to Part Three, Test Results

Travel Diary, Day 22: Like Silk

Travel Diary, Day 22: Like Silk

No more than 25 years old, this young man broke my mold. A gravitational pull seems to keep me closing in on the younger set — although he never stood out as my first choice. Still, he handed in a stellar performance.

Arriving promptly, he entered and asked timidly (before getting naked) if he could use the bathroom. The young ones never follow instructions. Still, when he stepped into the room, his appearance delighted me. I relaxed on the bed as he approached, finally naked after his pit stop. His cool hands (after all, it was fucking cold outside) braced himself against my thighs as he lowered his face to my cock and began plumping it up.

I could see his own cock, rock hard and a firm five inches jutting out. He sucked a little more but he wanted fucking. I could tell. After a moment of fumbling around, he settled on his side, exposing his ass to me. I sniffed around a bit, realizing he’d come straight from work so it wasn’t as fresh as I’d like. A little spit and a touch of lube. I put my cockhead at his hole and pushed.

It ripped inside him and he grunted. The grimace on his face let me know my cock might be a little much, but he didn’t pull away and I didn’t pull out. However, he kept the angle difficult to mount him right.

“Want to ride it?” I asked.

“Sure,” he said.

At this phase, young ones can be skittish. So I let him up and ride. He proceeded and sat on it. Within a moment, he bucked back and forth. I took the moment to enjoy this boy and to touch his body. Something about these young ones, their body hair feels so silky — not wiry like those of us with body hair for years.

His photo (above) didn’t do his lithe body justice. To match his body hair, his ass opened up and felt silky smooth. After a while of letting him do the work, I began taking his ass, thrusting into it. I pulled him forward so I could plunge all the way in and begin to control the fuck a little boy.

The bitch wasn’t having it.

He pulled off and positioned himself again on his side. Obviously, this is what the boy liked. So I relented and shoved my cock into his ass. I began to build up pace and just let things happened naturally. My cum boiled up and I let it loose, deep into his guts. I kept pace and controlled my breathing.

If his ass was silky before, adding my cum to it helped.

After a moment, I began the typical heavy breathing of an orgasm. “You want it?” I asked.

As I predicted, he popped off my cock immediately and asked me to cum on him. I jerked aggressively, as he did. When he blew, I did too. I think he noticed the lack of output, but who cared at that point.

He went into the bathroom to clean up and shower. I just relaxed back and let him leave. But I wasn’t done that evening. Not at all.