A horndog night ends. A bud and I end up a Eros in Atlanta. His choice, not mine. But I’m given an hour.
I’ve got to admit I had a few too many and, while I wasn’t shitfaced, I didn’t quite measure up to fully in control. I arrived with a parched throat looking forward to a Diet Coke only to find the fucking soda fountain plastered with a few too many “out of order” signs. So it was warm bottled water.
I wandered through the maze and black lights, into the rear back room. My dick throbbed inside my shorts. No luck. In the large dark room, I found a man with an already spooged ass wearing a jockstrap. He seemed entranced by the way I worked his nipples on his smooth chest. I positioned him to slide inside and he seemed completely open to my fucking. His solid body just would crouch.
I stand 6-foot-3-inch tall. Technically, I’m 6 feet 2¾ inches. Still, it’s tall. But this fucker had to be 6-foot-5. I couldn’t get his ass lower and, even on my tippy toes, only my cockhead would dip inside. I realized he was just entranced. Don’t know what he was tripping on but positioning him for a fuck wasn’t going to work.
I moved on.
A few more aborted attempts and a good blowjob or two, I end up in the darkroom again with just a few minutes left in the countdown on the clock. The room is really pitch black. You see figures as they move into the room but overall, you can’t make out faces. It’s all by touch and feel and smell and hearing. Every sense but sight. The sling in the room is empty and I’m there, dick out, being felt up by a few guys when one grabs me and pulls me toward the sling. He climbs in.
I feel his hole. It’s already wet.
I begin to push inside.
“Wait,” he whispers. “Condom.”
Fuck is all I can think.
He hands it to me in the wrapper. I open it up, pop it on like a porn star then pierce the side so only the base of my cock is wrapped. I slide it in.
The bottom’s fingers never eve bother to check if I’ve wrapped up as I begin to fuck him. He’s moaning loudly. I am not holding back.
“Oh yea, fuck me harder!”
I do. The swinging of chains is drawing attraction. There’s two men to either side and one behind me. Fingers probe where my cock is. The fingers do not belong to the bottom’s. It’s the man to my left. He touches the rolled up condom at the base of my cock. Little does he know that’s the only part of the condom on my cock.
He whispers in my ear,”I don’t need a rubber. My ass is right here if you want it.”
But the stench of his smoky breath hits my nose. I turn away and fuck harder.
I reach down to find my poppers. I take a good snort of them And then I go back to the fucking. But not before I put my hand down and slip off the condom ring as I pull completely out and reenter him all raw.
My pace speeds up and I enter the rhythm with the beat of my heart as it absorbs the smell of the nitrates and I fly right toward my orgasm. I feel the first moments of my cum begin to pump inside this guy’s ass and I want to make sure he gets all the cum he deserves here in the dark. I know it’s coating his chute now. I pump harder. I’m holding his legs against my chest and he’s grunting. I’ve got him in a kind of vice lock.
As the second and final wave of my orgasm hits, that’s when the massive bulk of my cum really begins to shoot in his ass.
He might be realizing it.
He’s begging for me to let him down.
But I’m still pumping, my around locked around his legs. I’m pushing all my DNA into his ass. And I’m letting him have it. I want him to feel me. I can now hear the mighty squish of my cock as it enters and exits.
“Let me down man,” he says a third or fourth time.
I finally loosen my grip.
His knees unlock, my cock slips out and I step back into the crowd that’s gathered around us. All the darkness allows me to slip into the people and then I’m gone.
In a few minutes, I’m with my bud and we’re travelling home.
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It’s something I have wanted for a long while. A paduwan. Someone to take under my wing, nurture and teach the secrets of fucking. I’m not going so far as to suggest I’m the bottom whisperer or anything, but I do have a talent for reading men and finding a way into their pants and eventually their asses. Of course, getting into their asses means I fuck them raw.
I want a willing, dedicated participant who wants to learn. So many folks take the first bit of advice and then move on, thinking they’ve got the key. But learning is a process that takes a little time.
So I still await someone with endurance and patience.
29. Make some fantasies cum true
Believe it or not, I still have a few fantasies in the darkest corners of my mind. These twisted little flights of my sexual imagination require that protégé or someone like him to become synchronized with me and be willing to waltz into the lion’s den where it’s not a controlled environment, like a dungeon or a bedroom. It requires quick thought on your feet, persuasion and a certain Joie de vivre.
28. Spread my seed farther, wider, deeper
Travel isn’t the only reason to spread my seed. Implanting my DNA in men just is my mission, my passion, the reason for fucking. And I find as I can reach more men farther afield from home — whether that’s literally geographic or figuratively in some other means like culture, age, financial status or otherwise — I find it more of a turn on.
27. Negotiate Middle East Peace
Short of that, I want to fuck more straight and bi ass.
26. Take one down, pass it around…
Where is the Gran Marnier?
25. Breed on my birthday
Any Atlanta asses want to volunteer to take my load?
24. Speaking of birthdays…
My wish list remains open at Amazon. Anyone wishing to send along something nice is always welcome to do so. It’s welcomed.
23. More strippers please
I don’t mind putting dollar bills in armbands or socks and paying for a lap dance. In fact, there’s a little bit of a turn on. That’s why one of my favorite places to visit in Atlanta happens to be Swinging Richards.
As I travel more places, I wish there were similar clubs worth my time and attention. For example, in San Francisco, I’d hoped that the Nob Hill Theatre might be the perfect cross between a Swinging Richards and a gloryhole destination. It’s far from it (I’ll get around to offering my review soon). And I’d thought Sin City might offer me a few options. But no. Women naked, yes. Men (for men), no.
I know Canada is known for some good strip clubs and a few in South Florida, but are there any more in the U.S.? Come on guys, let me know!
22. I’ve converted
Long-time readers will know my affinity for Diet Coke. When I wrote the impossible fantasy, The Company, Diet Coke features prominently in the story, as it’s provided to my character (I know, lots of you want me to continue the story and I appreciate that; read the next entry).
Well, folks, Coke Zero now features prominently among my beverage consumption as well. In fact, I drink it much more than Diet Coke and much prefer it.
Truth is, who the fuck cares? But writing 45 things about yourself can become daunting halfway in.
21. Finish it
I have a tendency to start a lot of projects but never finish them. I love watching those hoarding shows on A&E or TLC and sometimes those mentally ill folk have the same ideas but with physical world items. And the hoard overtakes their storage.
Good thing my hoard is virtual and on a computer. And good thing I don’t grow emotionally attached and can let them go. I’ve still got goals but I just can’t seem to find an opportunity to finish the books or the online projects. And often money is a barrier. It’s like The Company, which apparently had a few people enthralled. I know where the story goes and where it ends, but I just couldn’t get around to finishing it. I need to finish things more often.
20. I still want to write and direct a porn movie
Recently, I noticed the fine folks at Treasure Island Media posted its first attempts at stealthing. In the end, I believe someone felt it “too controversial” to go on the DVD, but having watched the scene, it simply lacked the spark.
When Hollywood does big films about the Navy, they bring in technical advisers from (get this) the Navy. Part of the problem I saw was bottom could easily tell the top clumsily took the condom off. The fucking went on. It didn’t “read” like a legit stealthing.
That, among other controversial themes, are things I might explore. Should someone ever give me a chance.
19. I have no tolerance for stupid questions
For some reason of late, I’ve been getting more and more visitors who find this whole “blog” thing foreign to them. Among the young men in Las Vegas who said he might be interested in being my bottom, he liked my “page” but started asking a dozen questions about me. This here blog contains more information about me than you’d ever want to know. I referred him back to the blog, for which he said he did not want to invest the time in reading.
In fact, the little prick sent just one tiny faceless pic (as you can see) then responded with the following: “Thanks for the website and the warnings, but I did not really get to see what you look like or what your stats are. After hunting around the website for about 20 minutes I came across a few stats that could be you or someone you described as 6ft and 180lbs.”
Okay, as a little help, dumbass. In the future, look at the top of EVERY FUCKING PAGE and you’ll see something called navigation. It happens to have an entry called “About Me.” If you click it, you might find that for which you’re looking.
I hate it when someone who thinks he’s good-looking, young and full-of-himself somehow thinks himself special enough for me to mindmeld and figure out what the fuck he wants from me. He kept insisting I send him a variety of photos of myself and he would consider going bare, as he was usually a safe sex Nazi.
18. Despite how it reads sometimes, I’m a nice guy
Yes, I can be an asshole. But most would attest I am a nice guy. Anyone? Bueller? Please post your “yes Mark is a nice guy” in the comments if you’ve met me.
17. Fuck it
I know this is a little offensive, but occasionally fucking the younger folk less than half my age makes for fun and, well, makes me feel a little flattered. On the other hand, people closer to my age aren’t quite as flattering, no matter how good their shape.
16. How am I going to figure out 15 more?
I’m struggling for 30. What the fuck am I going to write for the next 15. I guess we’ll find out tomorrow, my birthday, when I turn 45. Maybe early Alzheimer’s will set in and I’ll just repeat myself.
Imagine my surprise this morning as I woke up to check on things online and notice I had 72 messages awaiting me at BarebackRT.com. A shock!
I know I’m near San Francisco, but still I’d never expected so many messages.
But as the gray mists lifted thanks to the Diet Coke, I noticed something else: For the first time ever (or that I’ve ever noticed), I made the “Today’s Most Viewed Profiles.”
Well, that explains it.
Still, I hope to get a little ass out of it. Actually, yesterday’s travel across country was pretty brutal and I needed some massage therapist work something fierce. And with the time difference, I was knackered by the time I got a decent, serious volunteer to at least massage my cock with his ass muscles.
Tonight should be different.
P.S. Yes, I know I made the fatal mistake of being on the other side of the Bay Bridge. But I thought for sure being closer to San Francisco would make you Bossy Bay Bottoms happy. Doesn’t seem to be working.
I’ve begun a workout regiment with a personal trainer. A tragically straight personal trainer — an incredibly hot, massively gorgeous, muscled bodied, young and delectable personal trainer with military training who could kill me if I made a Gay move on him. Add to that I’m making significant lifestyle changes including diet changes (long-time readers will know my affinity for Diet Coke; I’m down to two or less per day).
Beside the fact I leave workouts panting from intense desire to rub my sweaty body against my trainer’s, he also fucks me up by actually making me work and work very hard. So my recovery day in between workouts is harsh. He kills me on squats. And the other day, he did.
I found it almost impossible to walk up the stairs but to walk down? Forget it! I don’t think I’d ever experienced soreness like this. I needed a massage.
I love a good massage. Atlanta has proven to be a tough town for me to find a good, solid, reliable massage therapist with that extra little bonus. I’ve had a good straight therapist, a sketchy bi one and then a string of others. My Asian therapist (from here) dropped off the map a long time ago. With my financial situation tight, I’ve not had the luxury of a massage in a good long while. However, I scrounged up enough for one since my legs needed it so badly.
He was cute and tall, 26 and thin but not too thin. But when I opened the door, despite providing my photo, I could see the disappointment in his eyes. I’d gone for the cheaper option and I’d end up disappointed too, as his massage lacked the enthusiasm he showed when I opened the door. Further, even those who get training, some just don’t have the aptitude. He didn’t.
Still, he had a lovely, smooth body that I couldn’t help but admire. When I flipped over and he eventually got to my cock, he did seem to appreciate it. His cock stood out quite rigidly and, at between four and five inches, may not have been the biggest but seemed to be shaped perfectly.
I fondled him a bit as he massaged oil into my cock, expecting a jerk off. I moved my hand around to his ass, smooth and bubblish. I touched it, lightly and just a little before he suddenly straddled me. Interestingly enough, he jerked his own cock and moved his ass just over my cock.
He reached behind him and positioned my cock so it pressed against his tight pucker. And with each movement, he pushed down further on my raw cock into his hole. Using only the small amount of oil on my cock, it strained a little to push inside. But my hard cock squeezed inside.
With a steady pace, he rode my cock. Within moments, I just relaxed and let my cum inject into his ass. I didn’t make a noise. He kept riding and soon let out a sigh, spurting his cum all over me. He pulled off, wiped me off, I paid my fee and he left.
While my legs didn’t feel much better, my balls sure did.
This is a destination in Atlanta for Gay sex. While I have seen women here, it is extraordinarily rare. If you are not interested in having sex with men, consider going to one of the other Inserection locations in Atlanta.
If you are not familiar with gloryhole etiquette, or even know what a gloryhole is, you will want to read up on the linked resources available from this blog.
While this is an adult bookstore, it does include some aspects of a bathhouse on the upper level as explained (accessible only through the ground-level area).
Inserection (this is spelled correctly; it is not spelled “insurrection”) has an adult bookstore upstairs. The playspace entrance is in the basement or ground floor of adult store upstairs. You drive down the hill to behind the building and enter in the back. There’s additional parking next door behind the taco restaurant.
Pay cash to get in. You cannot use a credit card. There’s an ATM in the actual retail store upstairs (and there’s a fire escape stairs to the backdoor by the entrance to the playspace).
When you pay the single fee, you will receive a card with a barcode on it that will allow you through a turnstile you will be asked for your initials. Don’t freak out. A while back, a patron would have to show ID but no information was ever recorded. Now they don’t ask unless you exit and try to return. Then the initials have to match your ID.
Once inside, you do not need to feed money into videos in the booths. Additionally you can linger and loiter all you want.
At the front retail area, you can purchase poppers, lube, condoms, towels and water.
Ground Floor of Inserection
You can see a map of the space. This is not to scale.
About 14 paired up gloryhole booths (in purple) with short benches and videos (which are normally ignored) are available. Gloryholes are generally shaped like super-sized twinkies so different heights can be accommodated.
But the MDF wood is about an an inch thick so good fucking can be tough unless the bottom really backs his ass up. The two holes closest to the entrance/exit are the smallest.
Six or so booths (in tan) aren’t paired up for more “private” action without being watched but the booths are no larger.
All of the booths are numbered but the numbers may not make sense. Check above the center of the doors. But you can let someone you’re meeting there to choose a particular booth. Again, you want to learn proper gloryhole etiquette to attract or reject someone.
You will not be harassed but occasionally a cleaning guy will go through and might seem a little irritated.
Generally the space is dark and painted black with throbbing XM music played with dance lights. The lounge (in pink) larger room with a few nice sofas that generally no one sits in but sometimes you’ll notice someone asleep inside.
Just off of the lounge is a small “darkroom” (in dark blue) with large sofas. Currently, it seems to be frequented by the oldest men who cannot find it anywhere else. Sometimes guys feel each other up and occasionally sucking occurs here.
As of fall 2012, more action has been occurring here. Even fucking. You might luck out.
Bathroom with two locking doors on this floor. Locker room and showers that no one ever seems to use. Drink and snack machines that costs cash; the drink machine finally includes Diet Coke. To get water, it’s $1 from the man up front. Ms. Pac Man and other video games (strangely enough).
Upper Floor of Inserection
Upstairs area accessed via stairs down a hallway. There you will find four unreserved room.
Coming up the stairs to the right will be a very large room with basically a king-size bed. From there, going around the room counter-clockwise, you’ll find two medium-sized rooms with queen-sized beds each and then a small room with a full-size bed. All rooms have doors that lock. Continuing on, there’s a bathroom (the best and most private) and a dark hallway. Sofas line the room.
Do not take your wallet in
If you’re lucky, your pants will be around your ankles or completely off. Certainly, you can leave your wallet in a locker if you bring a lock with you and trust that sort of thing. I don’t. I bring cash with me and stash all my important documents where they belong. I prefer parking somewhere else where there’s a lot of traffic. Parking in the lot of Inserection frightens some people because someone might know you’re inside getting or giving a blowjob.
Do not purchase poppers here unless you’re desperate
Despite the labels, I do not believe that the poppers are legitimately from the place they claim to be. As someone who enjoys his poppers and knows which ones he likes and does not like, the ones I have purchased here have always been overpriced, never fresh and never the quality of those bought from other sources
Don’t wear a belt if you’re planning on getting a blowjob or fucking at a gloryhole
If you move your hips at all while against the walls here, the “clang” of your belt buckle will be loud and distracting.
You may be solicited for money
If someone just too hot to be true comes up, then it’s probably too hot to be true. I’ve been asked for a $20. The young African-American was good-looking enough and had a big cock, but fucking him was out of the question and, well, his ass wasn’t that good. He was selling his 10-inch cock, nothing else.
Hooking Up at Inserection
Inserection’s best times are the lunch hour and just after work with Monday and Thursday being the best possible days . Generally, Wednesday is the worst day to go. Saturday night can be overwhelming and, it seems, a lot of folks are too picky for their own good, expecting the absolute best of the best.
It also seems that during the late-night primetime, the best bets are hitting up Eros or Manifest, which are both only open during certain evenings but busiest on weekends. It’s only $5 more to hit them, so you’re getting the cheapest of the sex-hunters at Inserection.
However, go on a full moon, whichever night that is.
That being said, I recommend a few things to check on what’s happening:
Check BarebackRT.com’s Quick Connect Ads in Atlanta to to see if anyone’s posted they’re looking
If there are not any ads there, I recommend posting one. This has worked for me more than once, even on Wednesdays. I also use Grindr and Scruff, but those do not tend to work as well.
If you post an ad, a lot of people will suggest you stop by their place instead. If you’re from out of town, when people say they live “close by,” that can be bullshit. Believe me, what seems like a couple of miles, winding through downtown Atlanta and trying to find parking can be not worth it. And I’ve left for some abortions when I should have stayed.
The crowd is a good mix of African-American, Latino, Caucasians and occasionally some Asians. Generally, bears, twinks, normals, married men and business men can be found. Age range is mid-20s to 70s (yes, I said 70s).
I have had a couple of trolls who don’t get the point I’m not interested. However, I’ve had worse problems at other sex clubs. I recommend if you’ve got a problem person, go into one of the booths without a gloryhole and take a break for a while. I’ve even gone “shopping” upstairs for a while.
Bareback is common but not assumed. Plenty of condoms come out (and I’ve taken then off, as I’ve written; sometimes, there’s no protest).
Every part of Inserection — gloryholes, darkrooms, hook-up rooms and booths without gloryholes — require a different technique to get laid.
The upper hand is truly with the bottom who gets to choose. As I note below, the top-heavy nature of the crowd has had an impact. As does the fact some bottoms are bossy and fucking picky.
If you’re a bottom, pick a booth with a gloryhole and wait. You’ll stay busy if you’re not picky.
If you’re a bottom and really slutty, go upstairs to a hook-up room, strip down and show your ass.
Ultimately, with patience, you can get lucky. I’ve left only a couple of times without getting laid and those times I went to get it nearby thanks to ads.
A lot of improvements have been made since the summer. The lighting overall has been lowered and the beds upstairs have been repaired or replaced. The meth addicts are not coming as much, or so it seems when I visit.
That being said, the increase in cost does mean less folks are coming. Some days it’s not very active.
However, the improvements warrant boosting the rating back to four out of five stars.
You can count on men to be destructive and that’s what’s been happening here. It’s unfortunate since Inserection provided one of the lesser expensive place to fuck. However, it’s not what the clientele has done but what been happening with the upstairs that’s forcing me to change my rating. I’m dropping it from 3½ to 2½ stars and it might go lower. Additionally, I’m already going to start hunting somewhere else to fuck.
Over the last month, the upstairs has gotten unbearably warm. Standing upstairs to cruise is tough. When I finally get the hook-up, spending most of my time sweating even before we get our clothes off. And then, we’re both soaked just making out before my cock slides inside them. I haven’t (and probably) won’t write about these, but I’ve fucked three men here of late and couldn’t cum simply because my body had released so much sweat, it protested at releasing any more liquid from my body. And quite frankly, the bottoms didn’t bitch.
As the summer heat pours it on here in the humid South, Inserection will become a place to avoid.
Additionally, the leatherette covering on the cushions on the platforms have been ripped, torn and just destroyed. Who knows why but some homeless people as well as meth addicts use the $11 or $15 admission as a great place to crash and come down.
I’ve got a solution. There’s a posted 30-minute limit (which really should be 20 minutes). Timed locks. If they go to sleep, the locks will expire and someone can kick the single folks out (especially the old man who sleeps with his ass exposed thinking that’s just an open invitation). If people are truly fucking inside, one can renew the timer.
And please fix the doors.
Vibe in 2011
Since adding the upstairs area, the vibe has changed significantly. As of Spring 2011, the crowd has turned distinctly top-heavy. Good news for bottoms, bad news for me. I hear of bottoms now leaving there with multiple loads in their ass. Well, I hear of slutty bottoms leaving there like that. What’s happening is bottoms are getting choosy. So what happens is even the ugly one are thinking they can get the hot, hot, hot tops and, in some cases, they can.
One day in March 2011 (I kid you not) a very, very bad man dressed in woman’s clothes (with a wig and makeup) through the place. I guess I’ll call her a crossdresser, but she didn’t give it much effort. It looked like she was the only bottom in the entire place. I saw that thing get more cock than I could imagine. She’d pull her pantyhose and panties down for anyone and take a seat. She got a lot. Not me.
With the Inserection turning so top-heavy and the bottoms getting picky, it’s difficult to get any good action here. However, it remains one of the better places to visit. I still use it, but attempt to make sure others are visiting at the same time via Craigslist ads or Quick Connect Ads on BBRT.
Wednesdays are never good. Mondays, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday are best.
Other Inserection Locations
2628 Piedmont Road NE
Atlanta, GA 30324
1023 West Peachtree Street NW
Atlanta, GA 30309
7875 Roswell Road
Sandy Springs, GA 30350