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Official Endorsement: DeepHole4Loads in DC

Official Endorsement: DeepHole4Loads in DC

broken-virginity-seal-of-approvalThe latest addition to my very small list of “Broken Virginity Seal of Approval” is officially DeepHole4Loads.

After my initial encounter which I wrote about this Velvet Vice, I got another opportunity to breed this remarkable bottom.

It’s rare for words to fail me.

There’s conflicting evidence if you search for it on the web, but some sources indicate there’s more than 4,000 nerve endings in the male penis (scientists are still figuring out what each does).

Truth is, however hundreds or thousands there are, this bottom has an ass that can overwhelm every single one.

As I fucked him the second time with five loads already deep in his ass, his hole felt honestly fresh. His sinewy muscles moved deftly under my touch and he knew exactly which way I wanted to go. I never had to do more than slightly move one direction or another before he anticipated my need and responded.

His intuition was on point and ready.

When I fucked his ass deeply with my cock, the smoothness of his hole glided open and closed around my rock hard cock… no matter the pace of my fuck. Hard or soft, easy or rough.

And he kept his ass positioned ready for me. He didn’t back up or try to derive more pleasure from me. He knew it was about giving me pleasure. So he focused on what would bring me easily to another massive load in his hole.

I did. I buried a huge fucking load in his ass.

My cock throbbed for an eternity and his pulse quickened, enjoying the feel of my sperm splattering the insides and mixing with the other men’s juice already deep in his guts.

Later, I would get a message from another top on BarebackRT.com how he breeds DeepHole4Loads regularly. After a little exchange, I’d churned up his load among the five in his guts.

When two tops agree a hole is great, it’s great.

I’ve bred him twice. I would breed him again. And that’s unusual for me. I’m a hit-it-and-quit-it sort of top.

This is an ass I’d never quit.

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Fucking a beefy bottom!

Recognition

If you’ve ever been through corporate testing for your personality, the results will show the kind of person one might be. Back in 1998, I went through some extensive testing and it determined I happened to be an extreme introvert Link Opens in a New Window.

That doesn’t necessarily mean I’m shy as much as it indicates my focus tends toward internal factors — I’m more reflective, inward looking. Add to that my own hate of smoky bars (and smokers Opens a new window from this blog) and social anxieties toward large crowds and, well, you’re talking about someone who’d much rather stay home than go to the latest concert or wander around a gay bar trying to pick up bottom.

Through the past decade and a half, I’ve taken up a project on myself to open myself up. This blog among the therapies, but I’d do things as subtle as wear brightly colored shirts to work rather than the bland, fade-into-the-background hues that allowed me to skulk through the office unnoticed.

Am I an extrovert Link Opens in a New Window yet? Actually, I’ve tipped to the other side in testing, more ambivert (in the middle) than anything else.

Imagine my surprise of late as more and more people on Scruff recognize me both by my geek glasses or by my cock shots.

During my current job, I leave Scruff, Grindr and Kik Opens a new window from this blog open (and I often check BarebackRT.com Link Opens in a New Window) since I have a horrible boss (he had me come in on my day off just so he could yell at me for a couple of hours last week).

A local beefy bottom on BBRT and I can never seem to synchronize. We’ve attempted to hit the local adult bookstore Opens a new window from this blog or swing by his place for an anonymous fuck. I’d never seen his face, just his beefy body with a little hair and some miscellaneous, non-distinct tattoos.

He seemed a little like one of those tomcats near a dumpster at midnight underneath the streetlight. He looked cute from a distance and might be tame but a sudden move and he’d dart away. In fact, he would disappear from my radar for a period of time but reappear, asking when were we ever going to fuck.

Usually this tomcat-and-dog game wouldn’t seem alluring to me. I’m a no-nonsense kind of guy. I want to fuck your ass and breed it. If you’re good at it, I might fuck you again. Otherwise, I’m done. Yet toying around with him had his allure.

We’d finally exchanged cell numbers because I had a tendency to pop downtown and he didn’t hit BBRT with enough frequency to notice my visits. I’d mentioned one such visit Monday night and he’d given me at deadline to be at his place by 8 p.m.

I couldn’t make his deadline.

On my day off, Thursday, I’d been in the office for a while and let my boss yell at me for a couple of hours straight. I’ve learned not to argue back because the idiot wouldn’t let a fact get in the way of his being pissed off. After he calmed down, he dismissed me, not wanting to pay for any more extra time with me this week, so I left, heading downtown to check on a friend in a hospital.

Scruff had been open at work and stayed open.

Imagine my surprise as I received a message that simply said, “I’m sorry that Monday didn’t work out.”

I finally see his face — round and handsome with a Van Dyke Link Opens in a New Window. I’d seen him mostly naked — in a jock — and found his beefy wide pecs with the fur down the middle to tree-trunk legs quite attractive. His ass provided a wide target and muscular mounds but no one would accuse him of being a “bubble butt.”

Bubble butts seem so inflated that sharp objects might cause them to “pop.” His ass provided a more substantial challenge.

We toyed with one another, as we always did online. But in the end, he relented and agreed to let me come over. It would be an anonymous encounter. Him naked on his knees to blow me hard then I’d breed him.

I arrived, parked and walked in the designed backdoor (how coincidental) into a hall just off his bedroom. In the darkness, he’d lit one candle that provided enough light to allow me to see the figure in the room.

Perfection is not accurate, but to me, perfection is not desired. I like a man with beefy pecs without distinct definition of a six pack. He’s got hair in all the right places without removing it, shaving it or waxing it. He’s a real man. He likes beer, dogs, football and chicken wings. He doesn’t spend his life at the gym but has his priorities balanced.

This is the kind of man I recognize.

He’s blindfolded. I unbuckle my belt, unbutton and unzip my jeans and flop out my cock, anxious to get it into his mouth. I step up and my cockhead brushes against his moustache as I place my hand on the back of his head where he’s got a full scalp of short-cropped hair.

“Suck that cock,” I said. “Get it hard.”

His mouth flew open with exuberance of a hungry man who hasn’t eaten for weeks and caressed my cock as it  swelled to hardness. He bobbed his head up and down,  interspersed the work with occasional licks of my balls, which thanks to the cool weather were tight up against my body but swollen. I’d shaved them a while back, so the light layer of stubble on my contracted testicles tickled a little.

I didn’t plan on this being a long session. And while he’d followed my instructions to a T, I don’t imagine he’d really wanted it to be more than a quick dump and go either.

But we all recognize chemistry when it happens and it began to blossom in the room. His oral skills were above par and he kept reaching up under my shirt. My tit tweaks were getting responses so I decided maybe I’d make this a little more fun.

I stood him up to discover he stood quite a bit shorter than me — probably about five-foot-seven. But his beefy wide stance still struck me as I pushed him back onto the bed and climbed up, kicking off my shoes and pants.

Positioning myself so my cock went right underneath his balls, his own prick stood out at attention

I growled. He responded in kind and soon my mouth covered his and we were kissing deeply. He slurped at my mouth and tongue.

He was thirsty.

“Spit in my mouth, please Sir,” he requested.

I obliged.

It had been a while since I’d had a fuck who wanted my spit and, let’s be honest, I didn’t exactly tank up for this little adventure. I’d just expected a fuck and go. But here I am kissing. My pants are off. I’ve got this naked body beneath me and, God’s honest truth, I wanted to completely feel it.

Off came my shirt too.

Now I nibbled on his perky nips, for which he jerked every time. Then I dropped to his cock and balls.

To be honest, I found his cock impressive for a bottom. Not huge but perfect for a man his size. Thick with a purple angry color to it. Yet I ignored it and went to his balls, tickled them a little with my tongue and then put my hands under the bend of his knees. I pushed him up and exposed his pucker on this wide, fuzzy hole.

It winked.

I dove into it without hesitation, tasting a mixture of soap and something else there. But I worked my tongue and a bit of spit into it. Licked his balls, nibbled a nip then kissed him deeply so he could taste his own ass.

Then I lined my cock up to his hole.

“You’re going to need more spit than that,” he said.

I spit on my hand and rubbed it into the head of my cock before pushing against his sphincter.

Pushing harder.

I pierced him, entering into his ass.

Raw, I ripped inside his ass and entered him the way a man should get fucked. Not a lot of lube. Just a little spit. So he could feel me at every millimeter as my invader worked into him farther and farther.

He began to beg.

And I began to fuck.

His thick, tree-trunk legs up around my shoulders as I moved my waist in almost an awkward fashion, working my way into his ass and out.

I would almost pull out and he’d tell me, “Wrong way. I want it all inside me.”

I did finally pull out to put him on top and let him ride. But he was a good little cum slut and sucked my cock some first before climbing on board.

He bounced. We kissed. I bit his nipples. He recognized how perfect my cock would be for double penetration Opens a new window from this blog. We fucked more. I made sure he had plenty of my spit to swallow.

“I think it’s breeding time,” I said.

“Would you fuck me on my stomach?” he said.

“You know that’s how I like it,” I said.

He hopped off and I moved out the way so he could crawl face down and let me invade. Despite his substantial beefiness, my taller frame allowed me to cover him almost completely.

I began to fuck and he began to beg. “Give me your fucking cum man! Breed my fucking ass, man! Let me have your load! Put it in my ass!”

I did. I shoved it in deep and my cock throbbed, flexed and began to shoot my load deep inside him. In his case, it felt particularly deep. Rocking my hips a few more times, I left my cock inside him like a butt plug as we kissed and chatted a bit more.

I pulled out. He felt his asshole.

“It’s wet,” he said.

“I wonder why,” I responded.

He licked and sucked my cock clean.

“Full service,” I said, thanking him.

He left his blindfold on as I put my clothes on and left. He played with his cock a little, which I wouldn’t deny him Opens a new window from this blog.

I spit into his mouth one last time before slipping out the door into the chilly night.

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Travel Diary: Beantown Bronze (Borderline Bossy) Bottom Begs for Blast by Bentson

Travel Diary: Beantown Bronze (Borderline Bossy) Bottom Begs for Blast by Bentson

When I arrive in a town like Boston, BarebackRT.com Link Opens in a New Window lights up. Am I recognized? By a few. New meat?  That’s it. I think the bareback community occasional craves that fresh injection of DNA into the murky mix. It’s so nice to log on and find 10 or 15 messages waiting to be read.

Now some buttwipes fail to read the most basic information, even in my own BBRT profile Link Opens in a New Window. As I’ve outlined on the Getting Fucked by iBLASTinside page Opens a new window from this blog on this site, I have a few requirements (don’t fucking smoke), but otherwise I’ll be interested based on how things go in our conversation.

Such is what happened with one such hot bottom.

Truth is, I had two very different men that were definite possibilities and one dark horse in the race for my cum on the one night I was in town.

The dark horse? A muscle bottom from Montana visiting Boston. Fuck if when I saw his bubble butt ass and thick thighs, I didn’t want to get my cock between his muscular cheeks and get him to squeeze.

The other bottom followed me on Twitter Follow on Twitter. He was fucking beefy and totally hot. But timing sucked as my boss called and wanted to meet the team as a precursor to the next day’s business. The beefy bottom had to be up early, so by 10:30 p.m. when things were wrapping up, he was knackered and off to bed.

While plenty of other men popped up, my 25-year-old bottom popped up continually, requesting an anonymous scene. And his ass photo just proved irresistible.

I love anonymous scenes. My favorite is known as “Room Service” when I’m traveling and I’ve done it many times… Opens a new window from this blog in Texas and Opens a new window from this blog in California, just to name a couple. But I know there’s a lot more here I’ve just failed to tag.

I outline the basics for the bottom. He comes into the darkened room, strips naked, finds me naked on the bed, sucks me hard then climbs on board and rides me a bit. I then put him on his stomach and finish off in his ass, sending him on his way.

His response?

Instead, he’d prefer I only take him from behind.

He outlines a completely different scene, where I hide in the bathroom and he is on all fours. I’m responsible for getting myself hard and I just fuck and load him.

WTF. Not exactly meeting the Eleven Commandments Opens a new window from this blog.

“No thanks.”

I then start working a beefy, tattooed guy.

Then the whining and “what happened?” questions start.

“Not interested in bossy bottoms,” I said. “Have a good one.”

“It was just a suggestion,” he said. “I’m glad to do it your way. I just like being taken from behind.”

After a little while without much progress and the clock ticking past midnight, I invited him over.

          

As I waited naked across the bed in the darkened room, I felt my heartbeat rise with anticipation, as with every time I do this scene. The light from the hallway suddenly floods part of the room as he slips in and I can just make out the shadow of a guy, about six foot tall, in a gray tank top, gym shorts and flip-flops. I’d told him to wear as little as possible.

The room plunges back into darkness and he’s slipping off his clothes. He’s moving toward the bed and soon I feel a tentative hand touch my right foot and it moves up until he’s climbed on the bed and his mouth closes around my half-hard cock.

His sun-chapped lips begin sucking my cock. I reach down into his brown mane and feel the soft hair and stroke it to his skin-peeling shoulders. This boy has had too much sun. I can feel the lizard skin as it flakes off into my finger tips. He radiates a heat.

I’m worked into full hardness but it isn’t until he starts to lick my balls do I finally start to feel some aggression and begin uttering, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

I put his mouth back into my cock and push it down gently before getting him to lick my balls more. I feel his hairy chest, which has been clipped shorter and find his nipples. They’re smaller and fail to protrude much, sticking close to his body. A little disappointing, especially based on the face and chest pic I’d seen, which seemed to show larger, poking nips.

But who knows if he even sent real pics.

I pull him up by his hairy underarms and position him to ride. He spits on his hand and adds it to ass. I hand him my bottle of poppers and let him take a whiff as my cockhead begins to split him open.

For someone who wanted me to just take him from behind, it took this bottom a moment to really get his ass down to the base of my raw cock. He finally did, with extra spit and more poppers. Fuck, that ass gripped my cock tight. He begin to bounce on it. Just a little. He added more spit to the base but the friction just really set me off.

It’s not very often I find a bottom who could possibly milk a load out of me. This one didn’t know it. He was bringing me close to popping.

Interestingly enough, he’d change position or pace or angle right about the moment I’d be hitting that point of no return. Given the reprieve, I’d regain my composure. The darkness masked my biting of my lip to distract myself just enough.

Once, he almost had me there, I lifted up and asked if me wanted me to fuck him from behind.

I moved behind him, spit on my cock and slid inside.

He sighed, like jizzjoy Link Opens in a New Window already occurred. I guess he really liked it from behind.

I laid on top of him and began pumping, giving him a whiff of poppers and snorting some myself.

“You want my load?”

“Oh yes!” the slutty bottom said. “Please give me your cum!”

His begging continued as I pumped, getting closer and closer until I sighed and let out a groan, my cock throbbing and my load pumping hot, white sperm into his ass. I pushed it into him deeper and deeper.

“Oh fuck yea!”

“That’s my load man,” I said. “You’re getting my fucking sperm!”

He backed his ass up. I climbed up enough so he could impale himself a little and he rode it that way until he shot a load on the bedsheets just a moment later.

I rolled off and he left into the night just a few moments later.

I hope he found some moisturizer. His skin really needed it. His ass, not so much. I gave it plenty of protein.

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I Faked It With You

I Faked It With You

If you’ve ever wondered why…

  • … your fuck never showed up on this blog.
  • … I didn’t call you back for a second fuck.
  • … you didn’t notice a lot of (or any) cum in your ass.
  • … I didn’t say “thanks” or give you a thumbs up.
  • … I pulled out, zipped up and walked away.

It’s probably because I faked it.

Like women, men can fake it too. It’s not like porn. I’m not pulling out for the money shot. A little Kegel work and you can learn to make your cock throb. Truth is, I can even inject a decent amount a precum if I want.

But often, I’ll just pick up the pace, breath a little heavy and get it done cause your ass isn’t worth the trouble.

Yes. I fake it.

No all the time, mind you. I’m pretty good at sniffing out bad ass. And sometimes it’s just that. Bad ass often smells bad. I’m not just talking the smell of shit, which can be fucking horrible.

Every once in a while, I get to fuck a piece of prime top ass. Tops, as I can attest both as one and one who has fucked many, do not have the know-how or experience to clean properly.

As I like to occasionally say, if you’re going to fuck ass, you’re going to have to put up with a little shit every once in a while.

But bad ass has another kind of stink to it. It’s an overused stench of ass juices, soured cum, unwashed dildos, diarrhea and vomit.

Not all bad ass stinks literally. Sometimes, the ass just stinks proverbially.

How can I explain this? Look, I’ve fucked men who are pigs with a loose asses. I’ve fucked tight asses on men. When you bareback, the connection between men is deeper. We’re skin-to-skin and that means you can’t always put up a barrier.

I’m not saying it’s some sort of “strings attached” fuck. But sometimes, you’ve got to tie a shoelace or two with the thought it’s going to get untied a little later.

Oh, and just to make a point, if you suck at sucking cock and don’t get to fucking quickly… well, that’s a problem too.

 

 

Something Dark Needs Wesson Oil

Something Dark Needs Wesson Oil

I can’t sleep tonight. Normally I would jerk off but, eh, not feeling it. So I thought instead I would tell a story about a night much like this one.

If you’ve read my older stories, you will figure out I’m 42 and, as all life will when you get older, I’m 30 pounds heavier. My cock still works as promised — all 7 inches (sometimes a little larger) rises into rock-harness. I’ve cut my hair down and it’s very short. I’m still very geekish. Nerdish if you like. And I still love to fuck. Anyway I can.

Craigslist is one of those resources that can work well or not work at all. Sometimes I’ll have eight or nine postings online at a time — most of them fresh with photos — and not a damn thing will come in. Other times, I can post those same ads and I’ll be flooded, left with the decision who I want to fuck.

This particular night earlier this year — probably in February — a young man responded. Now I take the age with a grain of salt. Everyone lies. I constantly use different ages — usually anything in the late 30s — to get attention. This night was no different. The initial responses were somewhat cryptic.

I am psychic. Well, maybe not psychic as much as I can sense where there might be a fish worth catching at the end of the hook. This one did see so. He claimed an age in his early 20s and his stats weren’t bad. In fact, they could be great. He was close by and didn’t want a lot of e-mail exchange. So I gave him the address.

Cardinal sin — I never saw a photo from him.

Forgiven at his arrival. I hoped he was legal. Well, he was at least legal for me to fuck. But he was younger than in his 20s.

I am not a chicken hawk. I do not like young boys. I like men. I always have, even when I was being stalked in my teen years. And that’s probably why I proceeded.

He had jet black hair, milky white hairless skin with the exception of just a touch around the nipples, a respectable bush in his underarms and nicely trimmed pubes. His eyes were an ice blue. And as he raised his shirt, I could see the lean physique with distinct six-pack and an Apollo’s belt (one of my hugest turn-ons).

It was obvious he had done it before. He was in the door and his jeans were dropped. He scooted over to the sofa and climbed onto it, ass facing me.

Now usually, I need a little oral to bring a lift into the game, but this young man didn’t require any. I posted to attention. His little ass stuck out and I stroked it. I wanted in. I was going to begin with my respectful ass-licking. But before I could start, he broke the silence.

“Do you have a condom?”

Of course I didn’t. We didn’t discuss it and the ad he’d responded to just implied it.

“Um,” I started.

He interrupted.

“It doesn’t matter. Just stick it in.”

My cock throbbed knowing I was going to fuck this young man’s ass bareback — just the way I like it.

“But you might need some lube.”

Usually my spit is enough. That’s part of the reason I like eating ass. It’s the appetizer before the meal. But he wanted no foreplay or behindplay. He just wanted cock in his ass. And it was a fucking TIGHT ass. I’ve broken cherries easier than this. It just wouldn’t enter.

Here I am, half naked, late at night, in my living room, with the hottest piece of ass I’ve seen around these parts in ages and I cannot shove my cock into his ass. I knew what little lube I had was hidden and far away because I hadn’t really prepped for this fuck. But I was going to get him. So my mind went quickly to the nearby kitchen.

Cooking oil.

Let me say, it was a fucking mess to get it on, but once on, my cock slipped into his heavenly chunnel with a little pop. And instead of pain, he moaned in relief. It was like something was missing and he needed it. I supplied it. I supplied it well.

His ass never let its clench up. You know how some asses will lose their grip. His didn’t. It was steel-hard cock meets iron-grip ass. I grabbed onto his smooth, white ass mounds and began pumping. I enveloped him, touching his chest, running my fingers over the ridges of muscles like a blind man reading braille. I touched his respectable cock, which he pushed my hand away. But everywhere else, I touched.

He didn’t touch his cock either. He was propping himself up on the sofa and taking the onslaught with almost no sound. As my pace quickened, his voice again slipped over the fucking noise.

“You close?”

“I can be,” was my response.

“Cool, just tell me when you cum.”

“Okay.”

This frightened me a little. I didn’t want him to pull off in those moments of final ecstasy. I bit my lower lip to try and conceal how close I was getting. I also leaned forward. I couldn’t steady my breath. I was reaching no return and I want to make sure he got every drop.

“Almost there?” he asked.

“Uh huh!” I said.

Instead of pulling off, he pushed back, one hand wrapping around my ass and pulling me onto him and urging stillness.

A beat.

That moment of anticipation.

That knowledge we both had what was about to happen.

I throb so hard when I cum and this ass was tight. He felt the initial swelling of my cockhead followed by the pulse that indicated my sperm was entering his ass.

“Oh GOD!” he whispered urgently. “Oh. Oh. Oh GOD!”

I felt his ass begin to throb too.

Throughout our time together, he had never touched his cock and he kept my hand away from it. But now, he was unloading. He was cumming without either of us touching his cock. I looked over his shoulder and could see he’d cupped his left hand to catch every drop.

I’m in my own moments and the waves are carrying us both. It was as if every throb that pushed a load into his ass caused his cock to throb and shoot out his cum. Our cum. It was timed perfectly.

As we came off the high, he wiped his brow. I stepped back to head to the bathroom.

“I’ll get you a towel,” I said.

“Don’t worry about it.”

I turned around and in the dark I could see him licking up the cum. Taking every drop. Cleaning his hand like a cat cleans a paw.

Before I knew it, his pants were up and he was gone. No small talk. That was it.

That was enough.