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Breeding the Bi Boy Who Would Be Married

Breeding the Bi Boy Who Would Be Married

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I bumped my head as I entered the darkened apartments. Just off campus of a major private university in Atlanta, I’d been invited for an anonymous breeding by a “boy.” It amazed me the use of the word “boy,” even by this youthful thirtysomething, even if I felt his photos warranted the name. My eyes didn’t adjust from the bright spring day and this basement apartment with low ceilings didn’t help much.

So I wandered on, feeling my way through an obvious bachelor’s pad. He’d claimed to be bisexual and now I believed  un. Even I, with my moments of untidiness, would never let it get this bad — not that we yet warranted an episode of “Hoarders.”

I found the mattress on the floor and felt his leg, finally stripping off my jeans and pulling his head toward my slightly hard cock to suck it a bit. And he did, adequately enough to bring me to full mast. But he stopped quickly and laid down on his stomach. Very passive. Very ready. His ass already greased. So I slid in and began pumping.

The low ceilings and darkness played tricks on me, making me feel a little claustrophobic in the oppressive room. But yet his ass proved to be perfection. Although I could not see it, his tiny waist beneath me  betrayed the nice bounce I got off the mounds as I leaned into the fuck.

I sometimes want it over fast but other times, I want the bottom to know I can fuck, fuck, fuck and fuck. This one needed to invite me back. So I held off. I fucked him for a good 10 minutes.

Despite the state of the place, I was impressed that he smelled relatively clean. The sheets were a bit stale and, well, you could get a hint of old mattress beneath them. His smooth skin seemed unusual and perfect. When he spoke, it seemed to have a little country lilt, like he might be a Georgia native. And he certainly enjoyed my cock.

I finally asked if he wanted my load, which he answered yes and then, getting the hint, began to beg for it. That inspired a huff of poppers and a pummeling of his ass. When I’m in top mode, it’s a little more difficult for me to pop but I got there and laid him a nice load in his ass. He could feel my cock twitching inside his tight little hole.

Staying for a moment and chatting, he would tell me about both his wife and his girlfriend — unusually aware of his bareback escapades. Of course, wondering about the veracity did leave me wanting a little more, so we’ll see if I get a little better read if I’m able to fuck his sweet hole again.

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Does this enhance your mood?

Does Sperm Enhance Your Mood? Straight Surgeon Finds Cum Contains ‘Mood Enhancers’

A top surgeon was forced to resign from the American College of Surgeons after a controversial Valentine’s Day editorial in which he quoted a study that found women who had unprotected sex were less depressed than those who forced their male partners to rubber up, according to news reports.

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“There’s a deeper bond between men and women than St. Valentine would have suspected,” the straight surgeon concluded in his study. “And now we know there’s a better gift for that day than chocolates.”

In the study, sperm was found to contain “mood enhancers like estrone, cortisol, prolactin, oxytocin, and serotonin; a sleep enhancer, melatonin.”

I don’t know if this surgeon has talked to any gay bottoms, but I’ve found many of them so satisfied after I cum inside them, they don’t even need to cum. Now there’s scientific proof for the satisfaction the bottom feels. It’s not all about the connections between men, but there are mood enhancers in cum. I wonder if some bottom men are more sensitive to those chemicals being injected anally.

I hope I will not need to resign my post, so I thought it important to do a study as well. Please answer the following as honest as possible.

As a bottom, how do you find that your mood changes when you get sperm in your ass? As a top, how does your mood change when you inject your sperm into an ass?

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Blatino Joe

Blatino Joe


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In the dark passages, I wandered as my eyes adjusted to the sudden lack of sunlight. I wandered upstairs finally able to focus and found half the rooms occupied. It was Wednesday — not a good day in Atlanta for action. The space didn’t have a lot of people but I still hoped against hope I’d find something worthwhile to whom I’d lose a load.

Down a narrow dead-end hallway, I started to enter when he was exiting and suddenly stopped. I stared back immediately. Shorter at five-six or or, short hair and dark, tanned skin. His ethnic appeal certainly held my gaze. As I reached the end of the short hallway, a small pocket seemed like the perfect place t pause to see if he joined me rather than continuing the stare from the entrance.

He did. Within moments, he reached out to grope my cock, which bounced to life in an instant. I unzipped and he jerked it a bit before going straight to work, sucking it with a good fever pace. But not too fast. His small stature allowed me to feel around and check his chest, with a nice dusting of hair. He didn’t react to a tweak of his nipples. His pants were athletic and it felt as if a large, snaked uncut cock were trapped and wrapped inside something. His ass, though, seemed relatively free, leading me to believe he wore a jockstrap.

He stood after a moment and went to work on his drawstring as another man joined us. This, a twenty something man of Indian or Pakistani descent. Wide chested and seemingly Americanized, my Blatino friend was between us as he freed himself and bent over to begin pleasuring the darkly tanned man, leaving his jockstrap cock in my crotch. I lifted his shirt to see the band across his smooth, dark skin read, “Joe Boxer.” I reached down to his hole, finding it already lubed and wet. No invitation needed.

I lined my cock head up and pushed. He pushed back and I entered. Obviously, I wasn’t the first cock in him this day. He sucked and I fucked, spit-roasting the Blatino pig. I reached up to my fellow top but he largely ignored me, so setting a pace wasn’t going to happen.

My Blatino sensed this. He stood and offered his ass to the Indian/Pakistani boy. I saw his cock in its full glory… a little thinner but a full inch longer at more than 8. He went in raw. My Blatino sucked me some and I tickled his raw ass lips sucking in that cock. But a good tag teaming wasn’t to be in the cards.

By now, we had an audience that respectfully kept their distance and just watched. Unusual but I was pleased since none had anything I wanted.

Blatino stood and began to ignore the other top to focus on me, knowing the other top didn’t know what the fuck he was doing.

“But I was about to shoot my fucking load,” the Indian/Pakistani boy said.

As my lovely Blatino sat on my cock in a standing position and we watched, the dark-skinned Asian jerked his own cum off and onto the floor. Park of me wished Blatino bottom had taken it into his ass, but the attitude had bugged me some too. He departed and Blatino bent over so I could go to town.

I did, holding his dark, smooth ass mounds to either side and fucking harder and harder until I punched through and released a torrent of cum. I let myself breathe heavily I stopped moving in his ass, so he could feel my cock jerk and throb as it spurted cum into his raw hole.

“Damn,” he said.

I left my cock inside him and pumped a few more times before finally relaxing my gripped after more than a minute.

He stood, left my cock fall out and then sucked every bit of ass juice and cum off my cock.

Blatino looked up at me, staring into my eyes for the first-ever moment: “Thanks a lot.”

He disappeared and I left. I’d been inside 20 minutes. Some sort of record.

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Help Make My Birthday a Little Brighter… (Okay, a Little Sleazier)

Help Make My Birthday a Little Brighter… (Okay, a Little Sleazier)

This week has been tough.

I’m not saying this for sympathy. It’s simply fact as much as anything else.

Officially, I’ve passed a few milestones since my departure from my previous position of employment. For those of you not keeping up, I got released for being Gay. Yes, this is perfectly legal. No, I could not pursue legal action.

This week, not only have I attempted to get jobs at more than 75 companies, I’ve now been unemployed for four months.

Now, let’s be clear, I am talented in my job and I get interviews. But bizarre shit keeps happening and I just can’t seem to get beyond certain points. Like this week. I’m progressing well with this company and everything is going well. The phone interviews are just rocking. I’m invited in. With meticulous details, I get ready, making sure I present myself in the best light. My interview is at 2 p.m. I walk in the door at 1:52 p.m., ready to go, cell phone on silent, a smile on my face.

A few minutes after 2, I’m escorted back and sit down with the Human Resources person, with whom all the conversations have taken place.

I will not meet the hiring manager after all. This person left a message during lunch, about two hours prior to my arrival, that an internal candidate would be chosen for the job. In the end, I guess it’s good I didn’t waste my time on a pity interview, which I’d at first preferred because I’m that confident my skills could have blown the internal candidate out of the water.

Such has been the case. One job opportunity lost boiled down to the fact I didn’t have enough Twitter followers on my safe for work account and the hiring manager didn’t even want to talk to me (maybe I should have showed him @iblastinside).

The severance is gone, savings is almost gone and my 44th birthday approaches.

I started the Bareback Brotherhood #BBBH on my site at my expense. I’ve tried to supplement it with advertising but so far, I’ve not found readers really come to my blog for that, so I’m considering not continuing.

In the scheme of all the crap going down, I want a fun day doing something interesting and unusual. No one has provided me with any ideas, so I’m still looking for some ideas. Any donated funds go to fulfilling something incredible… just for me. No job hunting. No worrying about anything. Could be fucking. Could be something else. Just looking for ideas. Got any? Donate an idea! Donate a little fundage!

Shaggy Lad Shag

Shaggy Lad Shag

Craigslist can be real hit or miss here lately, especially with some assholes flagging any hint of barebacking. But I posted anyway, half bored on a Thursday afternoon and somehow got my cell number through the filters.

The usual collection of e-mails arrived, including a 325-pound, 52-year-old man who claimed he could give me a blowjob like I’d never had before. Now look, I don’t want to deny anyone a chance for my cock and I’ve fucked my fair share of chubs but, baby, you gotta produce a pic or two before you’ve even got a chance at getting my cock.

Then the usual “would you settle for a blowjob” e-mails and “please, could you use a condom” messages from the same tired people who always reply to my ads. They recognize me, I recognize them. I don’t know why they bother. Some of the messages are filtered and bypass my inbox.

But then the ones who bother with text messages.

A new number showed up though. It was a usual, “How’s it going? Still looking?”

I responded.

“It needs to be a one-time only thing,” was his message back.

Thing is, I have a good sixth sense about these kind of things, “Sure.”

He then announced he was 18 and it would be his first time.

Now I could have doubted it, but I didn’t. I just knew this guy wasn’t bullshitting me. I invited him over with my address.

The phone rang a couple of moments later. I answered.

“I just wanted to call to make sure you were for real,” he said, his voice deep but definitely inexperienced.

“No problem,” I said. “You want to head over?”

“Yea.”

He hung up.

A little more than 20 minutes later, a gigantic truck with wheels too big for the frame pulled down the drive and parked. Out hopped a six-foot frame. He was barely 18 or maybe 19. His shaggy, dirty blond hair obscured his eyes and a pugish nose protruded out. His pouty lips thin lips curled a bit into a smirk as he entered.

I shook his hand. Rough. Very. This boy had done hard physical labor and his body showed some of the muscles, but the beauty and softness denied the need. His voice too masculine.

He didn’t seem nervous and eagerly followed to the bedroom, stripping off his clothes. Hardly any body hair except for his legs, he’d shaved his balls and pubes. His cock hung limp but unusually thick as we crawled onto the bed. His nipples were large and beautiful, his body smooth. Part of me felt a little guilty, as if I were attempting to suck the youth from this boy… pardon me… man.

He bent over and began sucking me, not that it proved difficult to get hard. He’d obviously done it some before. I moved my hands into his thick mane and found it both soft and unusual… like a stuffed animal or a wig. His rough hands worked my cock while his mouth tried to please, not quite sure how to make it down.

The blowjob ended quickly and I went to return the favor, finding his cock now fully hard. His cock stood out no less than 8 inches and approached 9 easily. Rigid like you wouldn’t believe with one thick vein wrapping its way around shaft. Shaped like an oval, it tapered toward the head. As I sucked him, I also nibbled at his balls and moved my fingertips toward his asshole.

Largely silent, I moved up to caress him a bit when he said, “I don’t kiss or nothing.”

“No worries,” I said.

And with that he lifted his legs.

I grabbed the lube, taking the hint. I worked a little onto my fingers and found his lightly hairy asshole, moving one fingertip inside him.

Despite having the cock of a top, the action of his ass was immediate. He was a natural bottom. I wondered if, in fact, it was his first time as he reached down to pull my cock toward his hole.

“It might be easier if you sit on it, then you can control how fast it enters,” I said.

I know. The sex seemed almost clinical. But sometimes with first-timers — or with practically straight guys — it seems that way. We moved into position and he lubed my cock. He reached past a couple of condoms for the lube bottle, by the way.

He sat on it completely, without hesitation.

My cock — all seven inches — buried inside him and he didn’t flinch. For the next 10 minutes, I fucked him there as he sat on me. I fucked him on his stomach. I fucked him on his back. I pounded him. I entered him softly. I slowly withdrew and entered. His ass accepted me every way. Not a moment of problems. Not a complaint. His only words.

“Do whatever you need to do to cum.”

I slicked my hand with lube and jerked him about 20 times while I pounded his hole.

“I’m going to cum.”

When he shot, the cum shot in copious amounts at great velocity, shooting at least five feet up and 15 feet over his head, across the bed and onto the wall. The subsequent splatters continued in diminishing amounts. His asshole constricted around my cock pulling my own cum from me into his hole, but at the same moments, beginning to reject me.

His only other sounds were breathing.

Two minutes later, he was gone.

I lay on the bed, partially falling into some of his cum and wondered still if this shaggy lad was a bit of a mirage. Something inside me knew the silence I should allow him, so I did, leaving him to his own silence, guilt and denial.

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