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By a Cell Phone Light…

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The choices in an adult bookstore — at least the adult bookstore here in Atlanta Opens a new window from this blog — includes gloryholes Opens a new window from this blog, private rooms and a darkroom. Those are one’s three choices to indulge in the hedonism.

The holiday season hadn’t invaded this place. Not even the music bothered to pulse with any musical beat beyond the normal dance jams with more urban tones. I’d made a couple of loops. My cock had been stroked and sucked through a gloryhole or two. The private rooms had been occupied a lot. I’d had enough time to find the men in whom I wanted to see my cock slide first.

Among them, a beefy Latino, wide chest, short and stout. Look like a good chest. But his favorite destination seemed to be the darkroom.

Now I don’t tend to favor the darkroom. It isn’t because I don’t enjoy darkrooms. However, trolls lurk there.

Some of you younger bucks may be asking, “What are trolls?”

Trolls tend to be older men (but can be of any age) who horn in on others having good sex and make it bad.

Age honestly has nothing to do with a troll, but trolls simply suck at sex (not in a good way) and they can’t figure out how to improve their sexual prowess. Yet they insist on entering into others’ fun and ruining it for all. In fact, trolls seem to delight in this.

No matter how ugly, how old, how black, how brown, how young or whatever one’s lot in life, your ass should be pink and juicy on the inside. Within certain constraints Opens a new window from this blog, I will fuck and breed you. But trolls are off limits.

I politely push them away. Some are more persistent than others. Those will ruin a fuck.

Back to the hot, stout Latino in the military haircut wearing the unfortunate white, striped sweater.

A little tip: If you’re going a place with a darkroom, choose dark clothes and don’t wear anything with a logo so people can recognize you.

I followed him into the room. As I entered, it took a moment for me to make out the shadows of the men. His was the shortest, of course, over near the corner and I moved toward him, brushing up against him. He responded in kind and reached for my crotch. I unbuttoned and before long he was down on his knees sucking.

His technique lacked focus and he couldn’t go deep, even with someone like me who didn’t really challenge anyone. My cock is just at seven inches, so my cockhead will just touch the back of most people’s throats. Sure, you’ll gag but it’s not like I’ll really stop you from breathing.

He kept his head bobbing shallow, supplementing with his hands and even licked my balls, which I loved. I completely dropped my trousers (all my valuables were locked in the car) so other men were feeling my ass and even one went down to share a lick on my balls. It wasn’t bad.

I tried to hint to my little guy I wanted ass, bending over and reaching into the gap in his jeans where his ass crack happened to be. I would touch his smooth ass. But he kept sucking.

In this darkness, I wasn’t the only one getting sucked. Darkness inspires whispers and silence for some reason. I’m a quiet guy anyway.

But there arose such a clatter, I snapped my head around to see what’s the matter.

A black man with an obviously large cock snapped on his cell phone to look down at his huge pipe entering the ass of a beefy white man wearing what looked like a black jockstrap.

“Yea, man, give me that fucking ass,” he exclaimed in a deep, gravely voice. A masculine man, the kind of downlow fucker you’d see on Sally Jesse Raphel and fucking this quiet white bottom raw. “This is a good fucking ass!”

It was across the room from me with four or five other men between me, so shadows would occasionally obscure what I could see. But the fuck noises were obvious. My little Latino continued to suck but I had my eyes firmly planted on what was going on across the room.

And I wanted that ass next.

The black fucker just got to pummeling that ass. The slapping of thighs to ass got louder and I pulled my cock away, bored by the half-hearted ministrations by the Latino. If he were smart, he’d stand, then bend over and drop his jeans.

He stood and continued to reach for my cock. I zipped up and moved toward the light of the door, but keeping an eye on the fucking.

The grunt and fuck noises just got louder. In the pale light, you could see the bottom now bracing himself against the wall and the top just letting the fucker have it.

“You’re going to get my nut!” the black man practically yelled. And then he did. “ARRRRRHHHHGGGGG!!!”

He let loose what had to be a torrent of cum into that white booty. He fucked it a few more times.

“Fuck man, I gotta sit down,” he said. “I’m fucking weak in the knees from that.”

The cell phone switched off at that moment but he sat down where the light from the doorway showed his cock, a thick nine inches, as the bottom turned around, hefted it up and sucked it clean.

By now, my Latino had moved next to me and was reaching inside my zipper. But I wanted that loaded ass.

Fortunately for me, afterward, the white bottom moved by me to go toward the corner I’d vacated. I reached out and brushed my hand against his ass and followed.

It proved enough to get his attention.

The Latino had kept my cock up if the action hadn’t. The bottom reached around and gave my cock a tug, recognizing another hard cock. He then lined it up with his hole.

I just fucking love cum sluts.

The entry was smooth and easy after that other monster had vacated. And I moaned. As that escaped my lips, a familiar light came on. The black top hadn’t left and now his cell phone illuminated my cock inside this white ass.

It wasn’t going to be a long fuck.

“That’s a nice ass, ain’t it man?” He egged me on.

Truth is, I’ve had better. I don’t mind loose asses. This one was just nondescript. And the bottom had never learned to flex his muscles. I had to do all the work. As I reached up to get a grip, I grabbed what I thought would be his jock.

T’weren’t no jock. It was some cheap, polyester lingerie garter belt. Fuck, I’m so not into men dressing as women. And this guy is totally not the type of guy who would.

But my cock is in an ass, raw, and I’m churning up cum.

“Dude,” the black man spoke. “You fucking push me again, I’m going to knock your goddamned head off! You fucking understand me?”

Troll alert.

“Stand back and let the dude nut in his butt and we all can fucking watch.”

That’s my cue.

I snort some poppers and I let it go. I know I’m not as turned on as I should be but I keep my hands on the fleshy cakes and I try to tune out the trolls, knowing that I’m protected for the time being. I focus on popping and mixing it up in this bottom’s ass. Picking up the pace, slamming harder, giving it to him, punishing him for being a pussy in women’s underwear.

I cascade over the side and grunt a few times as my Latino is there, tickling my balls. Yes, he still wants my dick.

I cum. I half cum really. I shoot a load but it’s not fulfilling. I give the audience a good performance, knowing that I am injecting into his ass but I beef it up making sure it seems good, although more understated than my black ally.

By the time I pop out, another hard dick is lined up and he’s shooting by the time I’ve zipped up and left.

A little disgusted with myself that my powers of perception probably hoped that it was a black jockstrap rather than a black garter belt. I make another loop and I fuck a guy’s face for a while. He won’t offer me his ass, even telling me he watched me fuck that guy and that I can fuck him any other place but here.

And I bump into the black guy as he comments, “That was a mighty fine ass, wasn’t it man?”

“Yea, man,” I nod in agreement, now completely lying to him. “You have a good one.”

I head out. Half satisfied.

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Go Go Go… Well, I Went to BJ Roosters

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Ventured out this week to Atlanta’s go-go boy dancer bar, BJ Roosters. It’s my first time to check the place out. The review is now posted Opens a new window from this blog.

three-and-a-half-stars out of five rating

The bar ended up earning 3½ stars, loosing points for it’s extremely smoky (and not ventilated) interior, the sleazy and not-very-clean interior (especially the bathrooms) and a general poor space planning. On the plus side, the bar lacks the stuck up attitude of the only in-town competition of Swinging Richards, dancers are just as good looking and much more relaxed without the fear of fines and the overbearing thought/action police at the fully nude bar, the dancer diversity is greater for much more selection and it can be a little more fun.

Comparisons between the two places is inevitable. Both places have basically the same dancers, in fact. But BJ Roosters will take in a more diverse selection for people like me who enjoy the more exotic choices.

With the club’s move to a larger space rumored, I’m inclined especially to go back once my lungs recovered, especially since I don’t have to wait as long for my wallet to recover.

Again, don’t miss the review!

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Virtual Words and a Vibration

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Nothing more than the feel of vibration. The notion of an arrival of a text message. Your stomach gets a little knot. Could it be? Is it from?

No. Just a friend checking in.

Returning your iPhone to your pocket, it vibrates once. It’s just an e-mail. You relax. But then you think, it could be an e-mail from him. Naw. He’d text me. Not e-mail.

Still, it bugs the back of your mind until you check it later.

Finally, on a bathroom break, you send the obligatory, “How’s your day going?” message.

Not much communication during the day. Sporadic bursts of intense messages with long delays in between. Then that night-time, battery-draining flurry.

The night-time. That’s what you live for. That’s what you wait for. That’s what you wish for. That’s what you hope won’t stop.

For the day the vibration stops is the day you’re afraid he’s moved on to something more real. Something that’s not virtual. Something that won’t fit into a pocket. Something not cold, metal and plastic and glass.

Something flesh, warm and pliable.

And even then you’re afraid he’ll return to the promise of the other choices that are virtual and vibrational. The things not connected to you.

Good Top, Bad Top, Evil Top, Glad Top

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Morality is a funny thing. I’m so used to being told that I’m bad, evil and going to hell by the radical right, it just seems to roll off me like I’m coated in Rain-X and it’s a light shower. It doesn’t even bother me. So when some members of the Gay community — even barebackers with their own questionable place to stand on a position of greater morality — begin to question whether I might be “good” or “bad,” one is left with a little Judge Not Lest Ye Be Judged in your soul.

Sometimes I feel like the slut about to be stoned.

Nonetheless, it’s not anything like the OTHER 99 PERCENT or a goodly chunk of the unemployed — of which I am one. We attempt to find work, fill out countless forms online, write, rewrite, rewrite, recast, alter, edit, reformat, update and rewrite our resumes again only to go on job interviews that look promising then some fucktard in the 1 percent decides his gold parachute needs more diamonds and platinum encrusting so he decides to announce a hiring freeze.

Sex is one of those things in which we have completely under our control. It’s not the color of our skin, our birthplace or luck. Sex isn’t a roll of the die. It is a choice whether we engage with a stranger or date for a time.

We have to remove the morality from fucking. It just simply doesn’t work. What does is personal accountability. Now you can run to a dictionary and splice terms with me but I’ll give you my basic lesson difference between responsibility and accountability.

Responsibility is being able to answer for one’s conduct and obligations to another person, group or entity.

Accountability is being able to answer for one’s conduct and obligations to oneself. 

We need not rely on anyone else. The choices are our own. With sex, you are accountable only to oneself.

If you’re fucked up enough to turn your back on someone holding a loaded gun who swears they won’t fire it into your backside, then you need to have your head examined.

Hate me if you want, but there’s a lesson to be learned here. Better you read and learn than fuck and regret.

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February 2014 Update: New Open Letter to Bottoms Interested in Getting Fucked by iBLASTinside

Bareback Blog iBLASTinside

By Raw Top and Skin-to-Skin Sex Advocate Mark Bentson

Co-founder of the Bareback Brotherhood, #BBBH,

Mark is always looking for Cum Dumps, Porn Stars, Male Escorts, Sex Clubs, Male Strippers, Sleazy Atlanta Information and More

This is an Adult Website. In fact, this is an Adult Gay Website and Bareback Blog.

A Quick Guide to iBLASTinside
aka Mark Bentson

What you need to know, want to know or just in general I want you to know.

I am a top. I fuck ass any way I can. This isn’t a popular idea, as I get a variety of feedback from praise to detailed death threats.

My cock is a solid 7 inches. It is not huge. It’s not thick. It’s perfectly average (as seen here). The most extraordinary thing about my cock is that it’s rock hard and it tends to stay hard if I’m turned on by the bottom.me and my hard cock

I shoot huge loads. I do not pull out for you to see them. But many bottoms report you can feel me shoot.

I am 46 years old about to turn 47. Yes, that’s ancient, I realize that. But I’m honest. I’m 6 foot 2 inches tall and 227 pounds. I could stand to lose a few pounds but fuck, except for those perfect twentysomethings (and most of us seem perfect then), who shouldn’t?

I’ve got light brown hair that’s finally reflecting my age with some “distinguished” flecks of silvery gray. I’ve got a full head of hair. I’m currently sporting a goatee (technically, it’s a Van Dyke, but in the nomenclature of today’s facial hair world, a mustache and goatee is called a “goatee”).

I look like a geek. I do not fuck like I look.

I’ve fucked and bred more than 5,000 asses since my first fuck at 15.

I will not simply take a blow job. I don’t jerk off. I don’t use condoms and, if forced to do so, I will take the condom off or worse.

I only breed ass. That’s all that I do. My cum belongs in a man’s ass.

What’s your status? I do not answer that question unless we are about to fuck. Sometimes I don’t even answer it then.

I will not fuck you if you smoke or are tweaked out. Even if you’re a “considerate” or “social” smoker. It won’t happen. So don’t beg.

My Bareback RT profile
E-Mail contact

Fuck Without Fear

It’s also a Humorous Website, occasionally employing Sarcasm, Dry Wit and Satire. If your Humor Emulator and/or Tolerance Capabilities have been turned off, it is recommended you go

Oh, okay, it’s not only Adult and Gay, it’s not only Funny and Offensive, it also advocates sexual practices that freak some people out, so thoroughly read the warning below.

If you’re at all worried about anything stated, then you need to go somewhere else like here or here or possibly even here.

Otherwise, check things out.

I am a raw top. This means I stick my bare dick into an ass without a condom.

Bareback. BB. BBBH. #BBBH.

For lube, I prefer spit or someone else’s cum. I do not use condoms and if I do, I sabotage them.

Do you want my cock and cum in your ass? It can happen.

Controversial reading material. Not safe for work. #NSFW. But if you like to jerk off, there’s plenty of material here for you to enjoy. Chances are, you will.

Additionally, this site does have a serious side to it. Not only do I address my mid-life crisis and being sexually molested as a youth, I also cover being bullied and ultimately fired at work.

This is one of many bareback blogs, by an active barebacker who fucks raw on purpose. I’ve fucked thousands of men and this blog discusses how I mark my territory with DNA and the Jizzjoy experience that some bottoms feel.

Additionally, I’ve endorsed bottoms I’ve fucked as well men I want to fuck with my Broken Virginity Seal of Approval. So if you’ve got a problem with that, please go search for something else.

I believe plastic is terrific for storing food or protection on the pitch, but not when it comes to intimate acts between men. I write a blog with somewhat regular updates and I’ve also got some terrific tips on visiting a gay bathhouse, gloryhole etiquette, a guide to poppers and my own theories of how the male population breaks down.

I’m also quite controversial for stealthing. What is stealthing? Of course all the information is available here plus tips on how to stealth.

As a resident of the Atlanta area, I also review what the A-T-L offers when it comes to the sleazy side of things. I make sure to highlight sex clubs, adult bookstores and male stripper bars like Swinging Richards or go-go boy dancer bars like BJ Roosters. If I’m missing something, please let me know.

I’m even willing to endorse individuals with my Broken Virginity Seal of Approval, for those folks I know who are really willing to meet and fuck.

If you’re curious about me, you can always get in touch with me easily or follow me on Twitter. I’m also on BarebackRT under the same name. And I like getting to know my readers as well as meeting them and fucking them.

Why Do You Bareback?

Because condoms are for pussies and not for assholes.

here. What is Stealthing?We’ve created boner pills and made all sorts of medical advances, the one thing I can’t comprehend is why we’ve not found ways to allow intimacy between two men.

Instead, we continue to insist that a plastic barrier between two humans is the best protection.

Moreover, with everything else in the world that’s labeled dangerous, we make it optional — cigarettes, alcohol, fatty foods, seat belts, driving too fast, recreational drug use, etc. Instead, society — even gay men — demonize this one act.

An alcoholic, meth sniffing, smoker with syphilis who happens to use a condom is more accepted in the gay community that a healthy, negative, STD-free, HIV-negative barebacker.

That is fucked up.

I spent my youth paralyzed in fear with every sexual encounter, avoiding contact with any bodily fluids.

Then suffering for weeks (when it took longer) to get my tests back.

At some point, I decided to stop worrying and to start living.

If I got hit by a bus or some other tragic act, I would regret not having real sex with men.

I’m So Insert Adjective Here That I’m Sure You’ll Use a Condom and Fuck Me with a Condom

The Various Adjectives Include But Are Not Limited to the Following: Hot, Young, Muscular, Good-Looking, In-Shape, Handsome, Incredible, Hung, Intelligent, Compatible, etc.

Look guys, I am truly flattered by some of the men who contact me. I form some meaningful bonds with them.

But if it looks like we’re about to meet, the guys will inevitably tell me that (1.) we won’t fuck on the first get together and (2.) we won’t bareback the first time.

If either of those are seem to be how you feel, please don’t bother with that first e-mail. You will end up wasting our collective time.

I am a raw top. No exception. I bareback. If you think you will be the one person who will convince me not to bareback, I will cut you off quick.

If we meet and you attempt to prevent us from fucking at all or fucking raw, I will either trick you, stealth you or leave. I am quite clear. I am not hiding my intentions.

Do You Believe in Monogamy?

In simple terms, no. Monogamy does not and cannot exist between two men. I will never dedicate myself to only one hole to fuck. And I prefer that any hole I fuck have had other men and their sperm inside it.

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