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The Brotherhood of the Traveling Fucks

I’ve been traveling a lot. And it doesn’t look like it will let up anytime soon. And I’ve been fucking lucky.


The ass in each city ends up being hot, hot, hot.

If I tried to write about every ass and each encounter, you’d all love it — I know. But I don’t have time. I’m just that busy.

Allow me to summarize some of the highlights.

Mid-Atlantic Tropical Hot Ass

I usually advertise my arrival in advance of my arrival. My ads usually announce that a top blogger is coming to town, looking for some bottom inspiration. I require some basic information from those who want to learn about the blog, since a vast majority of people just want the jerk off material.

I don’t mind. But I want to get a glimpse of who’s going to see it.

Occasionally, some people know who it is. Or they figure it out quickly. These are my fan fuck plans. Some people can be dedicated fans, who read up on me in great details. Others are just the guys who read me when it’s time to jerk off.

This young, very tan man hits me up and begins begging.

Now you have to understand. The younger the bottom, the less reliable. Young men in their twenties are notorious unreliable. I’ve made plans with hem in cities only to end up with a dry dick in hand.

This one really seemed genuine.

And not to bore you with details, he worked out well considering that this time, I ended up running late. He arrived after I finally got into my hotel room. Without hesitation, he worked into an embrace and kiss.

A good kiss.

His sucking worked at getting me hard. But when I finally got into his hairy ass, the fucking tight ass proved to be phenomenal.

Too phenomenal.

It’s been a while since I’ve bred someone three times in a row. But this little fucker kept me hard through all three. I never really slowed down. Of course, I’d been saving up a little. His exotic mixture of Latin and native tropics. A little hair on his chest and these juicy nipples.

His ass never truly loosened up.

If I ever slipped out, this bottom would let out an exasperated plea to put it back in.

I never went soft. His talent seemed unending to keep me hard. He’d read about where to touch me, how to keep me interested and what to do to arouse me.

He is someone who will be fucked again.

University City Slut

It’s summertime, so most of the college kids are at home, screwing around there and not at school. Just my luck I get to go to the midwest and a town that’s pretty much nothing but a university-supported town.

There’s a small contingency of college kids around — too many of them catfish (fakes who claim to want fucking). I’d just about given up.

I’d messaged a guy on BarebackRT.com before my arrival and, well, he pops back online. I invite him over and, 30 minutes later, this thirtysomething is sucking my cock on my hotel room bed.

We went into fuck mode and his neg hole is just begging me to squirt my load inside him a coat his insides fulls of my DNA.

I do.

All you have to do is beg. And this bottom does.

It’s after all the fucking, with us winded on such an intense session, that he admits to having known who I was, loving my blog and basically wanting to find out if he could really feel it “blast inside.”

(Yes, he could feel it.)

He’d gone to dinner with friends and ditched them between the restaurant and the club to swing by and get fucked by me. But we’d promised for a more extensive session next time.

My Boyfriend Doesn’t Know I’m a Slutty Bottom

Occasionally, one of those 20-year-old guys with an impossibly smooth body e-mails me. I figure the photo has been Photoshopped until there’s not a freckle, not a blemish and no stray hairs.

I’m in Texas and on BarebackRT.com when this little fucker e-mails me, volunteering to come take my load. I tell him the hotel. He asks the room. I give it. He says 15 minutes.

And in 17 minutes, there’s a knock at my door. A gorgeous boy walks in, lithe, tall, Latin and beautiful. His shirt is coming off as he steps into the room. He isn’t hesitating.

His chest is perfect. Just barely definition but no imperfections. Anywhere.

The lights are down low because I fucking hate the harsh lighting of hotels. He flips an end-table light on, its florescent yellow blinking into cold existence. But this boy’s skin is still perfect, reflecting the seamless skin with just a peach fuzz of hair that tingles as I run my fingers over it.

He’s naked now and grabbing for my pants.

He sucks me. I was already hard. He slobbers all over my cock. He thumbs his huge uncut cock a little as he comes up and kisses me with the perfect thick lips and then turns around and lines up my cock with his perfect little pucker.

And he pushes.

I’m inside him.

This insatiable boy just begins to ride. But I can’t be a passive top. I move him into a few positions and I pummel him.

He begs for my cum. He says he wants it bad. Please give it to him. I do. I load him up deep.

I lay in the glow afterward, letting my fingertips run over this perfect boy’s skin.

As we talk, it turns out I’m the fourth load in him tonight, although he’d cleaned out for me — I jokingly scold him for doing that. He assures me I’m the first of many loads as he leaves me for a few more.

His boyfriend is working tonight. He’s out for as many loads as possible. And he takes all loads. Doesn’t matter. Oh, he’s a little picky. Hard cocks only.

Never heard of my blog. Couldn’t care less. He just wanted my cum. He just wanted me to blast inside.

Straight Boy and Gay Bottom

In a southern city, I’ve chosen a ginger to fuck. He finally arrives. When he walks in, I recognize him immediately.

He’s straight. He’s a straight bottom. (Yes, they exist.)

He walks in and basically gets to sucking me. Nothing nice about it. He’s not very good, but it’s enough to harden me up. I step behind him and slick my cock up when he mentioned he has a condom.

I don’t protest. I put it on. At least, that’s what he sees. He lines it up with his hole, feeling the condom on it but after it goes in his hole, I pull it out and pull off the condom in a single motion and slide back inside. As soon as I’m in him bare I feel it.

His asshole is throbbing.

Damn inexperienced bottoms.

He’s shooting his load all over my bed.

Pisses me off a little, but I’ve been inside him raw and he didn’t notice. Or maybe he did and that’s why he shot off so quick.

He liked it raw.

He’s out the door and I’m on the prowl again. I don’t find another taker until the next day… this a gay guy who just had this terrific body. I didn’t see a face. I get a little concerned when I don’t see a face at all.

He walks in an angel, with these stunning eyes.

We get to the act quickly, although I wanted to take my time. And we fuck for longer than I intended because I want to give him the best I can.

He enjoys it.

We finally kiss as he leaves a load lighter and a load heavier.

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Bareback Booty Call

I’ve been busy.

Hooking up can be work. And some of these damn fucking bottoms make it more fucking work than it’s worth just to use their asses and leave. It’s a pump and dump. What’s the fucking deal?

I had to hit downtown for a couple of appointments. Using the geolocation feature on the BarebackRT.com Link Opens in a New Window, a hot bottom showed up. I messaged him. He messaged back as I waited for my appointment. We had our own appointment quickly.

Between my two downtown appointments, I made a two-mile detour to his house. At 45, this brown-haired athletic man stood 5-foot-11-inches. He also had an ass of death that the photos here do not do justice. When I arrived at his place, the door was open. I stepped inside, and found him ass up, back arched. I’ve seen asses that weren’t as good on twentysomethings.

I unbuttoned and unzipped, him going to work on my cock. His tanned body unusual against his beautiful smooth and alabaster white ass. He’d lubed it with Gun Oil. So when he turned around, I entered smoothly.

Fucking at any pace caused the same  reaction. He just begged for raw cock. I reached around I felt his slightly hairy ass, his perky tits and his chubbed up cock.

I didn’t have a lot of time. So I snorted the poppers, gave him a hit and focused on popping one out. I climbed on top and let it get to the point of no return. Then I pushed my cock in and let my load go.

His ass swallowed.

I’d never really felt a sensation like an ass swallowing, but his did. He loved the sensation of cum.

“I’ve got two more coming after you,” he said. “It’s staying in there and will go even deeper for them.”

I recovered from the poppers and pulled out. My cock perfectly clean except for a little lube. I pulled my pants up, zipped up and left.

I was five minutes late for my next appointment.

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I Like Glory Holes

It’s been well established. Glory holes provide a remarkable experience to open things up and allow me to make a short commitment in order to breed.

In response to a Craigslist.org ad, I received an invitation to drop by an apartment and visit a private glory hole. The location happened to be a little out of my way but sort of on my way home so I took the detour.

I arrived and found the building, entering the special pass code and wandering up the flights of stairs. Since the apartment building sat adjacent to a pizzeria, the rich smells of Italian pies permeated the building. It made me hungry. Strange how both sustenance hunger and sexual craving seem so closely related.

I found the apartment and rang the bell twice, as instructed. Then I waited a few seconds before stepping insider. Just inside and to the right, a sheet hang with a hole cut out, perfectly positioned for the hairy ass that presented itself. No suckie suckie here. Still, a few seconds later, my cock stood at full staff and was ready.

His hole was tight. Very tight. I managed to pop my head in but I let him do the rest of the work, pushing back on my cock.

While I prefer spit, lube is a necessity of most fucking. I understand that. But this guy did too. I loved how little lube he used. He used just enough to make sure I could get in and, that over time, wouldn’t become a watery mess. I’m guessing just the right amount of petroleum jelly.

The hole, pleasantly, had a textured O-ring to it, like a sort of built in cock ring. I’m guessing his outer sphincter just never went loose.

A pro. Goddamn, I love pro holes.

Hairy and pale, the ass took the cock well and I had nothing really to hold onto. I mean, no wall in front of me. That sheet was flimsy. So I went ahead and reached inside and grabbed his waist. Tiny. Felt 30 or 32 inches around. Very nice.

So I began going to town and fucking with conviction now that I had some leverage. And he began to moan. He moaned a lot. Timed perfectly with the deepest moment of my trusts.

My raw cock took a nice pace, feeling the tightness of the O-ring.

Finally, I paused, got the sheet out of my way, took a snort of poppers, grabbed his shoulders and force fucked him down onto my cock. I went harder and harder, finally asking for him to beg for my load. When he finally asked, we were on our way to heaven.

A couple of minutes later, I started unloading in his ass.

“Damn,” he said. “I can feel that cock shoot!”

I made sure to pump in as deep as possible. When I did finally began to pull out, the O-ring clamped down to make sure he kept all the cum.

I thanked the guy and left. I drove home craving pizza.

Deceptively Fun #14: Condom Nazi

Deceptively Fun #14: Condom Nazi

Buddies have to help each other out.

So I’m at a club in Atlanta, hanging with my top bud (from the ninth in this series). He’s a 27 year old Latino, 5-foot-8, beefy but in all the right places (including his hot, hairy ass) and a thick, uncut six-incher. The club we’re at has a reputation. My buddy is a total barebacker like me. And, like me, he’s a charmer with puppy dog brown eyes.

An innocent look helps. He’s probably better at it than me. I’m more unassuming. You might even call me a geek. I could walk past you and it would not even register I’d walked by. I’m so damn normal, white bread looking, it’s a wonder I get as much ass as I do. I am tall, at 6-foot-3, but I always wear glasses, unless the fuck is really good or really bad. If it’s really bad, I don’t want to see what my cock’s going into. If it’s really good, I’m close up next to the bottom so I can see everything.

We’re suckling on a couple of beers along a slightly darkened hallway in this metro-area club that’s got a little reputation for being sleazy. But it’s inconsistent. And tonight is not getting sleazy. Since I’ve just recently moved to town, I’m still checking out the scene here. It’s my first time at this hedonistic destination.

But tonight is just not happening.

“Fuck man,” my bud says. “I need to spread my seed.”

It’s one of his favorite sayings when he’s horned up. I nod in agreement. But the mid-week evening wasn’t netting any potentials except for some older, easy targets.

We were looking for some new ass. He’d fucked several around here, but he wanted something tight and young.

“I’m getting another beer. Want one?” he asks.

“Naw,” I said. “I better switch to water.”

It was an acknowledgement that the evening wasn’t going our way.

My bud wandered off and I stood there waiting for a bit. Damn, I enjoyed fucking ass with this guy. He thought a lot like me. A LOT. We’d used the glory hole place a few times but the bottom there got pissed at us. We preferred to only fuck him together now and we’d never come over for a one-on-one.

Time passed a little longer than I expected for him to return. This left me hopeful. So I downed the rest of my beer and headed toward the front bar to see if my bud was catching us some poon-tang.

Sure enough as I rounded the corner, he was chatting up a little blond boy. Damn, he’d struck gold with this boy that could have been no more than 23 or 24, short and wispy. Surely, he was totally smooth with barely any blond fur coming out for his pubes. I was hanging back to make sure he’d hooked the boy, but my bud invited me over.

“Hey, Mark, this is Todd,” he says, motioning at the blond boy.

“Nice to meet you, Todd,” I smile, shaking his hand.

“He is a tall one,” Todd says. “I like ’em tall.”

I won’t bore you with the details of the small talk. We can both charm. And we both know how to buy drinks for a cute boy. If he’s 135 pounds soaking wet, it would be amazing. And so it takes a drink and two shots for our little boy to be drunk.

Just not drunk enough, though.

We escort him home, which is easy to do since he lives in an apartment complex less than a mile up the road. He’d caught a ride with another resident, so our offer to drive him home seemed chivalrous. He invites us up to his apartment, which turns out to be a tiny studio. His “executive assistant” salary cannot afford much, and it’s almost barren. Still, we’re there for the boy.

Within moments, the boy is sucking on my friend’s cock and I’m eating Todd’s hairless ass. We switch off for a bit so my buddy can eat before we fuck it. My bud is a little impatient tonight and he barely licks between the mounds before he’s got his dick rubbing at the hole.

Todd comes off my cock as soon as he feels that uncut meat poised to enter. Todd bounced on the bed away from us and reaches underneath, pulling out a plastic shoebox from beneath the bed. He pops off the top and shoved it toward my friend.

“Condoms and lube are in there,” Todd says.

“I’m neg, so it’s cool,” my bud replies too hastily. I almost groan. We will NOT get into this boy’s ass raw now. I know. My bud just committed an error from which we won’t recover. He’s “charming” technique isn’t as honed as mine.

“I don’t get fucked without a condom,” Todd says.

I stop the talk by pulling Todd into a kiss and then pushing his face down onto my cock again. I motion to my friend to put one on. He points over to my pants on the other side of the room, where he knows I’ve probably got my special, easily breakable condoms. But I shake my head, pointing at the box.

Todd would figure out something was up if my bud had moved, so we were going to play safe, at least for now.

He tore off the foil wrapper with a look of disgust and slid it on his thick cock. He applied some lube and poised it at Todd’s hole.

Just as I expected, Todd paused from giving me a blow job to reach back and check my bud’s cock to make sure it was sheathed. The he eased back onto it, a little at a time.

Even in a condom, my bud was feeling this boy’s tight ass. And it felt good. Not great. But good.

As we developed a rhythm to fuck the boy at both ends, he began to groan. Louder. Todd was enjoying this.

And I got an idea. An evil one. I pulled off Todd, bending down to kiss him. Then I went to get the poppers from my pocket. I left the condoms where they were. I returned to the scene. I offered the poppers to Todd, who refused and then went up to my bud. I got behind him.

“You want some of this sweet ass,” he almost whispered. I could get a hint of his sarcasm in his voice.

“No man,” as I reached around him, unscrewing the top of the poppers and putting it up to his nose. “Shoot your load.”

A shocked look came on his face. I knew he wanted to fucked more. I then whispered in his ear, “Trust me. Cum now.”

He had a look of confusion, but as he took a deep snort from the bottle, he went to town on the boy’s ass. Todd’s groaned. He was very much enjoying my friend’s thick cock. And with every grunt and slam, the slapping noise against Todd’s ass got louder until my friend let loose and shoved it all the way in.

“I’m cumming!” he said. And he let his load enter into that condom. I moved off to the side where Todd could just see me. I was lubing up my cock some and tearing open a condom. My friend was finishing up. As I got the new condom to the tip, Todd stopped watching me to reach back and make sure the condom exited with my friend’s uncut cock. I stepped back there as my pal stepped back breathlessly. He reached down to his covered cock but my hand got there first. I pulled the condom off myself and held it up, showing him the white juice held inside. I handed my friend the unused condom and, to his wide eyes, put his used condom on inside out.

A little cum dropped onto the floor, but most of it now covered my seven-plus-inch condomed cock.

I poised it at Todd’s hole and didn’t wait. I shoved it in. All the way.

He groaned, but grabbed up at the cock quickly and I paused to let him feel the rolled end of the condom near the base of my cock.

My buddy still stared at me. I was spreading his seed. He got his wish.

“Damn, this is a sweet ass,” I said sincerely. I pulled out so my friend could see the ring of spooge around the boy’s hole as I used his cum as lube to fuck.

“Goddamn,” my friend said. “That’s hot.”

“And big,” Todd said. “Mark, please fuck me.”

And I did. I fucked him hard, slamming my cock into his hole, with my buddy’s cum now coating the inside of that ass.

My buddy was holding the new condom, wondering what to do, when I grabbed it from him. His cock was still hard. He was enjoying my abuse of this boy. After a few minutes of fucking Todd good, I pulled out and ripped the condom off, throwing it at my friend.

“I wanna fuck you on your back,” I said, at the same time, sliding the new condom on and adding some lube. Todd rolled over and I slid my cock into his ass.

“God-fucking-damn,” Todd said.

I took a snort of poppers. I knew what I needed to do. And I hoped my bud got the hint. I started grunting and pretty soon, on the crest of the popper high, I let my load loose into the condom. It was nice. And Todd was loving it.

After a moment, I pulled out, Todd’s little hand making sure the condom was coming out intact. I pulled the condom off with my right hand and crawled up toward Todd, kissing his face deeply. I put my hand behind my back in the middle of the kiss and my bud was there. He took the condom from my hand. You know what he did next.

Pretty soon, Todd was moaning as my bud’s still-inflamed cock entered the blond’s ass. I turned around, crawling off Todd and kissing my friend. I then looked down to see if what I expected was there.

It was. A ring of spooge around a nice, tight, hairless hole.

Buddies have to help each other out.