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Catfish Uncovered, Fake Profiles Online

Calling Out a Catfish

Catfish

He claims to be porn star A.J. Manzano on BarebackRT.com with profile SuperMuscleBoi. Stupid people like this fucker also automatically type “safe” in their profile and say they just want to JO.

The photo comes up to a Fratman.tv video. And while the profile refers to a profile on Facebook, there’s actually two there. Both are sketchy at best. One posts photos of different people with a similar look as the character AJ.

The hometown of Dalton is closer to Chattanooga, TN, than Atlanta and boasts a dying trade in carpeting as the economy went south in recent years. Dalton’s claim to fame was as the carpet capital of the world.

I just don’t see a porn star living in Dalton when Atlanta is 95 miles south of there.

Today he’s on the front of BBRT. Just a friendly catfish alert.

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Travel Diary: Double It Up

Travel Diary: Double It Up

Gay Raw Double Penetration

Washington, D.C., will always be my kind of town. Having lived there for more than a decade of my life, I still miss it terribly. So when I get a chance to return — even for an overnight trip — I leap at the chance. Back in the summer was such a chance and I wasn’t quite in the funk, having not yet met the bi Birmingham boy.

At the time, this youthful, smooth 22-year-old blond guy from the University of Maryland had been begging me to breed him, asking for me to set up a session with other “top friends.” Generally, I’m not quite trustworthy of such unless I’ve fucked them first and find them worthy of such an effort. He caught me in a giving mood, I guess, and he’d pursued me for a couple of months, so having set a time about an hour away, I went to seeing if I could get a few other tops and versatiles to join in the fun.

Since I’m familiar with D.C., I chose a good location, on the edge of Dupont, Adams Morgan and not too far from Logan Circle. With less than an hour from the blond’s arrival, I’d given out my lodging location to five or six men, not expecting them all to show.

The first candidate turned out to be a less-than-enthusiastic tweaker, grinding his teeth and nervously pacing the room. When the second guy showed — a non-traditionally hot-as-shit top — tweaker bailed. Good for us. The top, in his mid-30s, gave the classic look of a slightly beefy legislative assistant on Capitol Hill. Probably once in a fraternity in his day at college, his brown wavy hair still pressed down from the motorcycle helmet he’d worn over riding some high-powered bike over. He didn’t look like a biker. Yet, even my pussy got a little wet and I figured he could fuck me if blondie didn’t show.

He was easy to chat with anyway and didn’t put on any pressure. Soon there was a knock at the door.

In walks a six-foot, 40-something baldy with a fucking-rocking body. We’d find out later he was a bike messenger, which would explain how he had the perfection of no fat. Two minutes in the door, after I explained the U of M boy was a few minutes overdue, baldy had us all stripping down anyway.

Dynamics of a three-way can always be questionable, but baldy had it down pat. He’d just look at one of us and say something like, “Are you going to make me suck your big cock?”

So you made him suck your cock. Not that it was difficult. He turned out to be rather willing. Bouncing back and forth between the two of us, we soon began tag teaming him. My buddy started off, as he had a respectable six-inches, tapered at the top to open him up with a nice curve. Mine proved thicker and harder to manage.My Cock The poppers, of course, helped open him up and we all were enjoying ourselves. Soon we forget about blondie (who never bothered to show up).

Soon the bald guy started one of his submissive taunts: “You both aren’t going to fuck me at the same time, are you?”

Former frat guy and I looked at each other. We cracked a smile.

Within moments, I’d maneuvered myself to flat on my back and the bald bicyclist sat on my cock and leaned forward, beginning to kiss me. Within a moment, I felt the poking and prodding of the cock, finding the right place to enter the tight hole.

Kissing stopped. And the grunting began. Then it turned into just pain as he really put on the pressure. But I have to give it to the bottom. He never pulled away as he left himself there and waited for his sphincter to give way.

Finally, it did as the tapered head of my bud’s cock came in and pressed against my shaft. After a moment, the other top began pushing in and inching his way inside deeper. And the bottom grunted more. Soon the painful noises dissipated and the fucking began in earnest. The kissing started again and I was in heaven.

In a tight ass, raw, another hard cock, rubbing against mine. The sensation just seemed too much. Of course, the bottom was tight and I kept slipping out. We’d adjust, shoving me back in going back to it. But the intensity, I slipped out at the right moment at my top buddy unloaded into baldy’s ass. I hated missing it, but there’s nothing better than sloppy seconds.

So I repositioned, this time behind him. Egged on by Mr. Motorcycle, I began to breed his ass, feeling the cum inside and fucking in earnest, I left a huge load inside him, pushing my new bud’s load deeper.

Since I remained hard, baldy then rode me until he pumped a nice load across my chest.

And who the fuck needed a 22-year-old blond boy, who despite all be begging for months, never showed the fuck up? Instead, I had something much hotter.

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Deceptively Fun #11: Spit Pig

Deceptively Fun #11: Spit Pig

“You’re neg, right?”

“Yea bud.”

What a time to ask. My hard cock is buried up his ass and he’s asking if I’m neg. Hell, seems to me you ought to be asking that a little earlier than now. But who the fuck cares? I am about to shoot a load deep into this guy’s ass.

“You sure?”

“Yea.”

He groans. Someday, I’m going to have to answer that question honestly and see what happens. Truth is, I have no idea. Haven’t been tested in years.

So I slide out and push back in. This guy’s not used to being a bottom, so I have to be gentle. But I’m gonna get my nut.

The evening started out pretty normal. It was a boring night in the middle of the week. But I was a little restless. While I am beginning to sort through the online mess of fakes, flakes and assholes, I’ve been unfortunate enough that I’ve not found anyone close by who likes to get fucked or even someone to suck my cock off on occasion. Well, there was the 57-year-old after his wife went to sleep, but that’s hardly worth mentioning.

So I went downtown to a country & western bar. Not the best place to find an ass to fuck (although there’s a propensity for many men to wear ass-hugging Levi’s or Wranglers), I find the laidback, friendly attitude of a country bar makes it an easier place for a newcomer like me to break in.

So I’m relaxing with a beer, chatting with a Lesbian when he walks in. Sure as hell, he’s not the hottest guy in here. But sometimes, you just know a potential pig. His clean cut appearance doesn’t fool me. He’s also alone, grabbing a water from the bartender and staking out a place just in the shadows.

The Lesbian heads off to dance and I finish the beer. I wander over to the bartender and get a water and then head to the potential pig.

“Time for me to switch to water,” I say.

“Yeah, I’m just swinging by,” he says. “It’s a school night, so I can’t stay out.”

“But you were restless and couldn’t stand to hang at home,” I respond.

“You know it,” he says, extending his hand. “I’m Erik.”

“Mark,” I shake his hand.

There’s some small talk while we both swallow our respective waters. Pretty soon, I see his eyes venture south, checking out my package. I’m not sure if it’s on purpose, but he’s licking his lips. He’s in his early 30s, nice frat face, a small Southern drawl and some junk in his trunk. It was obvious he was a hairy white boy who didn’t get a lot of attention, but I wasn’t up for the effort of getting one of the A&F model wannabes to wrap his tight smooth ass around my cock. My average guy was cute enough for a Wednesday night.

After a little while of more small talk, I make my move, chunking the empty water bottle.

“Well, I better head home,” I say, reaching around with my left arm, half hugging Erik and grabbing his ass. While we’re up close, face to face, I give him a little smile. “You take care stud.”

He takes the bait, and kisses me on the lips. I respond, pushing my tongue into his slightly parted lips.

It was like I’d applied electric shock to his balls. Erik seemed to come to life with a jolt. He was slurping on my tongue some. So I pulled my tongue back and applied a juicy bit of spit to the end and thrust it back in.

A moan seemed to come up from Erik’s bowels. I know this boy’s weakness.

I withdrew. “Take care hot stuff.”

He looked a little stunned, then got his bearings again. “I’ll walk you out.”

Again, a little small talk, when he asks where I’m headed. I tell him.

“That goes almost by my place,” he says. “Want to stop in?”

I pause, check my watch, then say, “Sure, I’ve got a little time.”

I follow him a few miles up the road to his place. As we walk up to his place, I build up a fuckload of spit in my mouth. As we enter his apartment, I pull him and kiss deeply, dumping my saliva into his eager tongue. He swallows it all and returns, wanting more. I help him out again.

He’s a little shorter than me, so I pull apart for a second, purse my lips and let some spit drip out. He slurps it up immediately.

“Bedroom?”

He pulls me toward the darkened hall and into a room, where he flips on a lamp and turns to face me, his lips parted slightly. I am ready with more spit, but this time, I step back a little and force it out with some aggression.

Most lands in his mouth, which had opened completely when Erik realized what was coming. We begin to strip naked, kissing deeply as we continue. I keep him infused with my spit. His cock is standing straight out from his body and nicely leaking.

It doesn’t take long until he’s sucking my cock with a lot of gusto. I begin to drop spit onto his face and my cock. He gets more enthusiastic with my cock. I’ve worked his boy into the frenzy I seek. I pull him up, spit on his face again and he seems to shudder with ecstasy. I spin him around so he’s facing the bed and push him down. He falls onto the bed and I go straight for that hairy crack, spitting on it at first and then licking it with lots of spit. He’s moaning again.

I don’t wait long. Pretty soon, I crawl up onto his back and my hard cock lays in his crack, poised at his hole. I plant my face next to his and stick my tongue out with a huge loogie. He sucks it off at the moment I find his hole and push the head against it.

He relaxes a little but winces. I pull back. Kiss him a little more, then come up, standing up and spreading his cheeks. I spit again on his hole and then add a goodly amount of spit to my cock. I lay back down on him and go to kiss him, then pull back just enough and spit into his open mouth. His hole relaxes just enough at that moment, so I push in again.

“FUCK!” he says.

I stay still, kissing him, producing plenty of spit for him to slurp. And I feel him give up, knowing that he’s happy enough with the spit to let me fuck him. So I push in further.

Within a few minutes, I am humping him in smooth, slow motions and kissing him. He’s very happy since I just keep the spit coming.

He moans a little.

“You’re neg, right?”

“Yea bud.”

“You sure?”

“Yea.”

He groans. And now I am pumping a little faster.

I spit. “You want it, don’t you?”

He doesn’t answer.

I spit again, this one landing on the right side of his nose. “Do you want it?”

“Yes,” he whispers.

I begin to throb. He can feel it. “Yes, yes, yes…”

“Tell me you want it!” the spittle is flying all over his face as I speak.

“PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME!”

I growl and bury my cock deep. Now it’s throbbing deep inside that raw ass, releasing every bit of cum into him. As I come out the other side of my orgasm, I spit a huge amount into his mouth.

I collapse onto the top of him and relax.

A little later on, I remove my cum-covered cock, flip him over and spit into his mouth continuously until he shoots a huge load all over his chest. It doesn’t take long.

Soon, I am on my way home.

Deceptively Fun #8: Fat Boys

Deceptively Fun #8: Fat Boys

So I mentioned I’ve moved, which now has put a damper on my sex life. Thankfully, a few DVDs and websites keeps me shooting loads.

But I was online the other day and got to chatting with a 26 year old who, it turns out, lives pretty damn close by. I had to head over to check my mailbox and I got him to give me an address so I could stop by and say hello.

He mentioned he was very oral. He liked sucking cock. As hard-up as I was, I would accept anything other than my right hand again.

I arrived at his place. He was all alone and the place was pretty damn barren, if you asked me. No pictures on the wall and very little furniture. We did the small talk thing before he reached for my crotch. He sucked my cock for a moment. He wasn’t bad.

He was a beefy boy, probably close to 200 pounds on a 5’11” frame. But he was cute — very fraternity look in a geeky sort of way. I pulled him off my cock and kissed him for a moment, wanting the experience to last more than five minutes.

“Damn you have a nice cock,” he said as we parted lips. “Wish you could fuck me.”

“I can,” I said.

My hard cock throbbed harder in his hand as he mentioned the fuck. His grip tightened.

“Thing is,” he paused, before getting down on his knees. “I’m out of condoms.”

Now this is an excuse I’d used a few times. So, I played it cool.

“No worries,” I said in a very non-committal way. “I’m cool.”

As he chowed down more on my cock, I began thrusting a little into his mouth. He was taking it all right, but few oral experts have the capability to make a mouth feel anywhere as close to an ass. At this, he was failing miserably. I might get off eventually, but I’d challenge his jaw to an endurance test.

He got this hint, and took a break.

“I really want that hard cock in my ass,” he said.

“Then put it in,” I responded simply.

He was out of his clothes quickly and on his back in the bed. He produced some lube and started rubbing it on his hole. There was no eating his ass. He wanted just cock.

So I obliged, shoving my cock deep inside.

Fat boys are never as tight as the thin ones, but then again, the way his ass formed a warm quilt around my cock worked well. After a moment of adjustment, he was ready. And I started fucking in earnest.

It was apparent this boy liked getting fucked. As my cock pushed into him, he closed his eyes and wrapping his right hand around his cock. He never jerked, but I could see a pool of precum forming on his Buddha belly.

Within a few minutes, he announced that he was going to cum. So I relaxed and let my own load go. I never asked. I just injected it into him, deep, with a groan. A moment later, that hairy belly of his was covered with his own spunk.