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Abortion Tales #2: The Tweaker and the Tittie Twins

Abortion Tales #2: The Tweaker and the Tittie Twins

I’m getting too fucking old for this.

As I mentioned (and no one seems to want to read Opens a new window from this blog since the stats show only a few people have checked it out) I’ve been focusing on getting out of my job situation, so my attention has been focused elsewhere. However, I decided Wednesday evening since I’d be downtown for an appointment that it would be a convenient time to hit the adult bookstore Inserection and get a load out of my system.

Now, I was especially frustrated because I’d had a massage from a fucking hottie. He was naked. I was naked. He teased me for the hour, bushing against my balls and cock and all my erotic spots. When it gets to that moment for the happy ending, the massage ends abruptly.

I didn’t get off. He didn’t get a tip.

I knew Wednesday nights were not ideal at Inserection Opens a new window from this blog but usually I can find some ass. Since I would be in Atlanta anyway (I live in the far northern suburbs), I figured it would be worth a shot.

To improve my chances of ass, I always post an ad or two to Craigslist and BarebackRT.com Link Opens in a New Window to let bottoms know a top will be at Inserection. Sometimes it works Opens a new window from this blog. And often with these posts, I’ll get messages from people asking that I skip Inserection and come to their place instead.

Sent away by a bottom

I get the usual assortment of messages. The old, ugly and overly used (Grade F Asses Opens a new window from this blog). A few interesting ones do show up, including one from a 28-year-old bottom. We get to texting and he invites me over.

He mentions he’ll be on his back deck.

It’s early evening and not quite dark. I expect though it’s an enclosed deck and he’ll be ass up and waiting.

I drive the three miles and pull up to the house, pulling into the driveway. I can clearly see the back deck where a man — obviously in his mid-40s — is standing. He’s not horrible looking or anything. I get out of the car and there’s that awkward moment. He comes down off the deck. As the awkwardness continues, I finally say, “Am I at the wrong place?”

“Yes, you are,” he says.

“Sorry about that,” I say, knowing I’m at the only home with this address with a man with an iPhone texting from a back deck.

“Thanks for stopping by,” he says as he shakes my hand.

Attempts at the adult bookstore

I get in my car and drive to Inserection adult bookstore, pay the $11 admission and begin cruising.

The crowd appeared thin and a few too many familiar faces walked among the groups. Also one of the worst cruisers is there: A man who slaps on a little makeup, a cheap wig, a bad blouse, panties, pantyhose and high heels.  I hesitate to call it a drag queen or a cross-dresser due to the horrible effort put into looking decent. There’s no effort. I don’t mind it’s a slut. Some guys are into it. That’s cool. But not me and it’s too aggressive.

Anyway, as I’m walking around, I eye an older man who’s big and bulky with big muscles wearing a tight t-shirt with protruding nipples. (Oh, and he’s got a wedding band.) He reads to me as a bottom. His cock is obviously small. He’s not going for any gloryholes. He wants his nips worked over.

With guys like this, their nips are the gateway to their ass, I know.

We hit a booth together. His shirt was up as I went to work. I’m great at nipple work; it’s one of my specialties. I had a boyfriend years ago who could cum just from my nip work. Within moments, I’ve got his four-inch cock rock hard. He’s groaning from all my nip nibbling, chewing, flicking, licking, twisting, contortion, punching, teasing, tickling, pulling, brushing, pinching and other manipulations…  both hard and soft. He’s got a bit of stink to him, which really isn’t my thing.

I’m moving my hands (when they’re free) to his ass. I am finding his asshole, which is dry but puffy. He either has hemorrhoids or he’s been fucked plenty. But he hasn’t been fucked today. As I poke and prod, he moves his ass away to prevent too much work.

Seems like this one isn’t going to work out.

He bends down to suck me. He does well, but not so irresistibly that I feel like I could cum from his blowjob. I thank him for his work and zip up.

About then, I get a text message from the supposedly 28-year-old bottom.

“ETA,” he asks, which means, “Estimated time of arrival.”

You can see our exchange on my iPhone.

I’d sent him a photo of my cock which barely showed my goatee. And my stats clearly stated in my ad that I was clean-shaven. But he’d ignored that.

I didn’t bother to point out that he obviously wasn’t 28 years old.

As we texted back and forth, him begging me to come over, me looking for ass among the dregs of humanity at the adult bookstore, soon a balding Asian began eyeing me.

Now we all know I have a little something for the more exotic among us.

As I stood upstairs by a vacant room, the Asian passed me and closed the door. But it didn’t lock. An unusual technique. Normally men step into the room with the door open and eye their object of interest.

I opened the door. He stood in the dim light, playing with his nipples through his shirt. I stepped into the room. He pulled up his shirt. His alabaster, perfect skin revealed, delightfully smooth with very nice pecs and nickle-sized nips just protruding out. But as soon as I flicked them, they stood erect.

His cock, a respectable five inches, never really got so hard. And his ass, so nice and smooth and bubbly. I stepped behind him while still working his nips. I felt his asshole, his pucker perfectly dry. He didn’t pull away. I spit on my cock and aimed it at his hole.

He was much smaller than I was. I took again his nipples in my fingertips. This man preferred the light touch and I knew how to really work them that way too. I did it in a way he’d enjoy. All I needed him to do was arch his back a little so his asshole would line up better with my cock.

As I continued, with my wet cock tickling his sphincter and pleasuring his nips, his ass never moved. But he jerked intensely and he breathed heavily.

He was getting close.

Fuck that. I wasn’t going to get someone else off if I wasn’t getting what I wanted.

I dropped everything. Pulled up my pants and was out the locked door. He didn’t even have time to pull down his shirt or pull up his pants. He stood there exposed, wide-mouthed as I walked out, the door wide open.

He recovered after a couple of beats and closed the door.

The texting continued with the bottom. He wanted to know when I shaved the beard off (I’m interviewing for jobs, so I was told to shave it off by a few recruiters; plus it just looks nicer during the summer).

I wonder around and get a couple of attempted blowjobs but no ass action. One guy even asked me to piss in his mouth, but no ass.

Back to the bottom

Finally I decide to head back over to fuck and breed the bottom who earlier turned me away.

I drive up and this time, he’s a bit more welcoming. He meets me and we step up onto the deck, but go inside the house.

It is between now and the next 20 minutes that I should have left because it’s that long before we start doing a fucking thing. He first has to prepare a daybed. It’s got something like 30 pillows on it. Then he can’t find the remote to turn off “The Voice,” which is blaring on the television. He keeps searching his closet for something — for what, I’m not sure. He also refreshes his drink.

Then he gets lube — petroleum jelly — an unusual choice.

Finally he’s ready.

All through this, he’s chomping gum. And I mean CHOMPING it. I’m suspecting Tina use, but maybe it is just gum. But he is darting around his place like a crystal meth user cleaning. But I also noticed that drink is a pretty strong alcohol, so I’m guessing he’s a little buzzed.

When he finally gets on the bed to suck me, he takes breaks to work his jaw.

No gum.

He’s tweaked out of his gourd.

He can’t suck for than a few seconds without pausing in order to work his jaw. I’m afraid he’s going to bite my cock off. That fear drives me to take control.

I put him on his back. He puts some petroleum jelly on my hard cock.

“That’s a big one,” he says. “I’m not sure I can take it.”

I’m rubbing some jelly into his ass. I probe it a little. As my fingertip works past the sphincter, I touch the tip of something. I touch the tip of a small turd. Yes, a turd.

“I’m really going to need you to use a condom,” he says. “Don’t worry. I’ve got some condoms.”

Now he’s saying this as I am touching a turd and using petroleum jelly.

This guy must know he’s not clean but he’s also a complete idiot since petroleum jelly breaks down a condom Opens a new window from this blog.

But I’m horny. I’m fucked sloppy holes. At least his isn’t nasty.

I position him up, putting his legs over my shoulders. I don’t ask. I just put my cock at his hole and put it in. It breaks in.

It’s not pleasant.

The small, hard turd moves toward his prostate and becomes a rough rock scratching against the underside of my cock.  He’s trying to resist me, but I keep pressing forward.

“What are you doing?” he says.

“Fucking you,” I say.

“I’ve been nothing but nice to you,” he says. “You don’t have to be mean.”

“You’ve done nothing but jerk me around all day,” I say.

I begin fucking in earnest. I try to aim down to get that turd out of my way. But that little hard piece of shit won’t move and I’m more and more afraid it’s actually going to scratch my cock and add fecal matter into a wound on my cock.

I can’t focus on fucking. He’s chomping a lot. He’s jerking. He’s moving too much, squirmy even. It’s all not working for me. As horny as I am, that’s all I can do. I’m not going to be able to cum even though I’ve got something like two weeks worth of blue balls.

I pull out.

“This isn’t going to work,” I say.

“Huh?”

I begin putting on my clothes.

“Oh,” he says. “This is revenge for me turning you away earlier.”

“No man,” I say. “You’re not clean.”

Then the dude does the craziest thing ever. He sticks his finger in his ass, pulls it out and sniffs it.

“I’m fine,” he says.

“Believe me,” I say. “You’re not.”

He disappears into another room. In a couple of seconds, he returns with a white towel, wiping his ass.

“See,” he shows me a clean white towel. “My ass is perfectly clean.”

“Look,” I say. “You’ve got a small, hard turd right up against your prostate. It’s scratching my cock and making it uncomfortable to fuck you. Beside that, your working your jaw on Tina is driving me fucking crazy. I hate fucking with tweakers. You have a nice one.”

He stands there shocked and naked as I walk out the door.

I go home. Blue balls. Still.

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Guide to Men Providing Better Service (Especially Strippers, Go-Go Boys, Massage Therapists, Bartenders, Waiters, Retailers or Anyone in the Service Industry)

I tip well.

I always start at 20 percent for any service and it rises or falls based on what happens from that point forward. You can be a stripper or a hair stylist. You can be a runner at a restaurant or a bar-back — the people who aren’t normally tipped but get a share of the main worker tips. The service industry is about tips. I get that. And I tip expecting to be remembered, taken care of and provided with excellent service.

It takes more than a great body to lure in a lot of money.If you’re straight or gay, bisexual or flexible with your sexuality, it doesn’t matter. Most of these suggestions will help you increase your financial compensation from the likes of men like me. I’m not well-to-do by any means. But compared to a 23-year-old, I’m more settled and I have more disposable income that I’m willing to spend.

I’ve put these into an easy-to-remember mnemonic: HEFT. You must apply HEFT at your workplace and when you work. If you do, I promise that you will earn more money, gain more confidence and advance yourself down a path.

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This is something I enjoy teaching, especially young, attractive men. You want to learn this, I will tutor you how to make this system work for you. Just get in touch with me.

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Hope

Always give the customer hope that you’re available to give him what he wants. Be coy, play a little hard to get, tease a little; but the moment you dash all hope is the moment the money train stops.

I’ll start this with the understanding that the stalkers and the creepy guys — anyone in your gut that says “run away” — is where to stop the hope. These are the people with whom you never want to give any opening as a possibility they can get something more from you. But the creeps and stalkers and crazies, while most memorable, are in the minority.

Everyone else, you give as much hope as possible. If you’re straight, the guy you’re talking to is the one guy you might try the gay thing with for the first time. If you’re gay, you’re open to dating older men.

Having a great body helps. Show it off.But never be that direct.

Hope has to be the goal for which the customer is always reaching but never quite achieves.

Hope is a tease, so provide the tease and do it on a schedule.

I had a beautiful, muscular, very straight trainer. I told him exactly what I needed. I never touched the man, but I told him I found him and his body and inspiration; he would need to use that to motivate me. As I advanced, he started and did well. He went from loose shirts to tighter, finally to an armless t-shirt.

Then it stopped.

Never shorts. Never tank tops. The teasing stopped and the loose shirts came back. I asked what happened and if I’d offended. I’d actually been paying him double his asking rate. Early in our agreement, he’d even text me encouragement. Now he stopped that too.

I lost interest and stopped going. I lost all hope.

I never expected to suck his dick or even see him naked. But the hope of it kept me engaged. In the end, I think his own discomfort with his sexuality might have stopped it. He’ll often post shirtless, flexing images of himself to Facebook, even when I was training with him. He couldn’t see what that would do to me.

 

Engage

You provide a service. I pay. We both know the reason we’re here. But you must make an effort to engage on another level in order to make that extra cash.

The absolute worst thing a hot dick dancer can do is walk up to me cold and say, “Would you like a lap dance?”

Suddenly, he’s ugly as sin.

Making someone laugh is a way to break down barriers He sees me as cash and sees himself as meat. Same with a waiter or a bartender. Do you know how much further a friendly smile, looking me right into the eyes and a, “Hello, how are you today? My name’s Andy.”

Suddenly, I don’t see you as meat for meat’s sake or someone who delivers me food or drink. I see a human being. I see someone who has a name, a life and who has meaning. And if you ask my name, someone who gives as fuck about me more than the cash in my pocket.

You start to care about me, I start to care about you, I’ll start giving you more money.

If a dick dancer takes five or 10 minutes to get to know me, he’ll get a lot more opportunity to get cash.

While I was in Key West recently, the go-go dancers and bartenders at Bourbon Street Pub were a perfect example. One dancer — a blond with an absolutely perfect body, beautiful pecs, an eight-pack, gorgeous face, etc. — walked by as I gave him a dollar. He never bothered looking down. He didn’t  kneel and say a word. He walked on by.

Another dancer — not quite as built, but still nice pecs — walked by. I gave him a dollar. He took a knee and asked my name, shook my hand and introduced himself. He smiled and looked me in the eye. Over the course of the evening, every time he walked by, I gave him at least another dollar and even purchased a lap dance from him.

What both dancers didn’t know was it was my first night of a week-long visit in Key West. I’d visit the bar many more times. The perfect body dancer got $1 out of me the whole trip. The great pec and wonderful personality dancer probably earned more than $350 from me.

I walked into a shop along Duval Street that sold absolutely wonderful products focusing on cocktails, wine and beer. As with every shop, the shit was expensive. The sourpuss shop owner never said a word, stood behind the counter and watched me like I was some sort of shoplifter. As I examined a ruby red slipper wine bottle holder I considered purchasing, I put it down and moved around the shop. The sourpuss darted over and adjusted the placement of the pump, assuring I’d done no damage (even though I’d handled it most carefully).

I left that shop quickly despite wanting to purchase a few things, I dared not make a single buy there to give the asshole owner any satisfaction.

At a jewelry shop down the street from there, I went looking for a pair of dangling earrings for my sister. The very nice shop owner greeted me warmly. Since he was British and wore a London Olympics t-shirt, we chatted a bit about that while I shopped and finally overpaid for a pair of shell earrings that looked like my sister. She loved them. And I felt all right about paying tourist prices.

The difference in all of this was engagement.

 

Flirt

While flirting provides hope and engages the customer, it takes things a step further. Flirting brings a customer back to you time and time again. It gets customers to ask for your section at a restaurant or call ahead to see if you’re working.

Girls are taught how to flirt. They’re taught how to dart their eyes, giggle a little, blink and appear shy. If you watched the movie “Legally Blonde,” the “bend and snap” scene in the salon is a great example of how women teach each other.

Men, on the other hand, are not taught these things. Moreover, if they’re taught anything, it’s not how to flirt with other men — especially how to flirt with the gay ones if you’re not gay.

Never, ever act girlish. Male-to-male flirting is much more subtle and it’s something a straight, bi and curious male will have to learn with which to get comfortable.

Flirting is all in the eyes

It begins with the eyes. Learn to stare deeply at another man without letting your eyes dart away. Look intensely but not with a leer. You stare just a beat longer than is comfortable and then blink and look away slowly. And never look down and away from the man. If you look down, go for his crotch or chest. Down and to the left means deception.

It’s even better if your glance is down at his crotch and then it returns to his eyes.

You can’t been too obvious as men have learned to do this dance over time and not be detected by their wives or girlfriends in the room. Even across a gay bar, a subtle flirtation can be happening.

Some of the best ways I’ve ever been worked is by strippers or other professionals giving a lap dance to someone else and working me across the room. I know they’re straight but they’ve got the eye fuck down and my cock doesn’t know the difference.

A gay man can see desire and will likely know a straight man based on his gaydar. I can see in a man’s eyes what he’s thinking. I’m empathetic, meaning I can usually sense what a person is feeling, but most especially men. There’s a vibe that comes off men that allows me to sense what’s going down.

I better get that you’re into me. The good ones find some element in each person they target to like. Whether it’s my glasses or shirt or even personality or the wonder of humanity. If you cannot find something to latch onto, something that you can show an attraction to, you might not get past first base with a potential customer. Consider it a kind of bromance that must be generated out of nothing.

If you are in a place where it is appropriate, flirting may mean showing some skin. You may be straight, but us gay men can appreciate beauty. We’ll drop the not too subtle hints of where you have tattoos or have you been working out crap to see your chest or other parts of your body.

This guy has a very defined Apollo's belt (but not much of a treasure trail)You can work it too. Picking up your shirt and rubbing your stomach showing off a treasure trail (that little line of hair down the middle of the belly Link Opens in a New Window) or Apollo’s belt (the iliac furrow below a six- or eight-pack near the hips Link Opens in a New Window). Yes, you can bend over and show off your ass, but make sure you have an ass to show off (as gay friends). Wear too tight clothes (if you work where that possible) and make it fashionable.

And remember that gay men have fetishes, especially older men. They will request odd things like smelling your shoes, socks or pits and touching your hair, biceps or pecs. Know what your limits might be and never react with judgment of something being rude, weird or bad.

Also understand that your actions in public may take you out of the running.

As I’ve outlined, I am not into smokers at all Opens a new window from this blog. If I see someone smoking, they’re out of the running for potential with me. I know bars in some towns can be smoker havens and some of you only smoke there, but these men with bodies of death puffing on cancer sticks still baffle me. I’d suggest that it limits your income if you do smoke. But I know an occasional whale (someone who will spend a lot of money) comes in offering to share his pack.

 

Touch

A little human contact goes a long way.

It’s long been found that waiters and waitresses who lightly touch their customers (usually the opposite gender) increase their tip amounts by at least 3 percent (a Cornell University from 1998 Link Opens in a New Window has often been cited for this). Remember that 3 percent is the minimum per tip increase.

You can get much more than 3 percent from me.

Shaking hands is always the first approach and the easiest to tell how receptive someone is to man-to-man contact. If possible, always hold the hand a beat longer than possible. Eye contact on the order of flirting always helps as well. A warm smile and a hesitation to release helps. You want the person to feel like you want to touch them.

Even staking out a place a little too close. Don’t invade their personal space too much. Just go into it enough.

If you’re sure someone is up for it, then go for the shoulder grab, especially when you’re stepping away. Make it very familiar feeling. “Hey Mark,” hand reaches out and grabs a shoulder. “I’m headed to the bar. Is there anything I can get for you?”

If your touch can get even more suggestive, it helps in the right circumstance. A brush of your crotch as you pass by, leaning against his shoulder, a hand around the waist, even holding his hand. Do the little movements that give you tingles up your spine. That does the same to him. Give him goosebumps. Make it memorable. There’s nothing wrong even if you’re having an intimate moment and you say to him, “How could I make this a night you won’t ever forget?”

 

HEFTY, HEFTY, HEFTY

If I had to add the last letter to my acronym, it would be “Y” for “Youth.” It normally is that thing that will bring in the trollish men with money. But the one thing I have to say about the most successful twentysomethings who’ve walked away with hundreds of dollars from me is how they’ve treated me and that’s with mature respect. And I’ve respected them back.

When I get a lap dance from someone new, I ask what I can and cannot do. I understand that $20 or $50 doesn’t buy me a fuck in the backroom of a bar and I’m never allowed to just shove my finger up an ass without permission.

I am paying for the fountain of youth, the tight body, the incredibly booty and the innocence no matter how many men have touched him.

I get great service, one must be a good customer. I try to do that.

A Note of Consideration

To anyone else who takes my ideas and runs with them: 

Ideas cannot be copyrighted. Hey, I know that. I didn’t put my ideas out there to make money (although that would be nice). But here’s the thing: Do you think I would be stupid enough to put all my ideas out there?

You’re always welcome just to go with what I suggest and adapt to your own business situation, but I’m a (get this) marketing professional who knows a thing or two. I’m available for consultation or even hiring 

But if you don’t want to do that, I understand. But perks always makes me happy. 

Yours,

Mark's Signature in White

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Stealth Bomb: What It Is, What It Isn’t, How It Works

Stealth Bomb: What It Is, What It Isn’t, How It Works

Every hook-up begins practically the same way — an ad posted somewhere. I’m very blunt about being a top and fucking a load. But stupid dumbwits that bottoms can tend to be, I’ll often get this e-mail, text or message shortly after I provide my address:

Do you have supplies? Condoms? Lube?

What? When did it become my responsibility to always supply the condoms and lube?

I think bottoms consider themselves ladylike. They’re the bitches. They need to be wined and dined and then they’ll give up their pussy if they’re feeling it. And the man pays. The top needs to foot all the fucking costs.

If I’m feeling up to talking, I might actually respond that my spit works well enough for lube and that’s all we need (we’ll talk about these dumbfucks in a minute). If I’m not, I’ll say, “Sure, come on.”

So the bitch arrives and we start the play. Sitting out on the bedside table is a condom and lube. But I don’t plan on using either. And funny thing about the vibe of what’s going on, usually the bottom won’t ask for it either. I can eat their little cunt and have them groaning for my cock without a condom and with spit as lube. Sometimes I don’t even need to eat them out. I just lay back and let the little bitch do the work. He’ll sit on my cock without asking for anything.

I guess I have that kind of vibe that just causes them to go for it.

If, at some point, they insist on a condom, I will do one of two things. If they’re hot, I’ll use my prepared condom, sliced open at the tip.

Following the standard, non-porn method of putting on a condom, you pinch the tip (therefore covering up the hole) and roll it over the cock. Lube things up and slide it into the ass. I don’t roll it all the way and use some lube on the raw cock. Then I can pull the condom down and expose my raw cockhead inside.

If the guy isn’t that hot, I send him on his way. Chances are, he’ll ask if he can suck me off. I’ll tell him he’s not that good at sucking cock and I can’t get off by his sucking. Nine times out of 10, I’ll end up fucking him raw. Rarely does he leave without my load in his gut.

Thing is, BOTTOMS NEVER BRING THEIR OWN CONDOMS.

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Why Bottoms Never Have a Condom

Why do you cheat on your diet? Why do you accidentally say someone else’s name when you’re fucking your boyfriend? It’s a little bigger than a Freudian slip.

Bottoms want to be barebacked. Subconsciously, they want it raw. They know what they’re built for — being used for the top to get off.

Let’s be frank and straightforward about this shit and stop beating around the bush. Bottoms are little dogs in heat. Their cunts itch for cock and cum. They’re not satisfied.

The argument is that they put their trust in a top. Well, for the most part, they’ve just been e-mailing someone who’s been lying about their age, weight, stats and name. They chose to fuck someone based on a blurry cell phone photo or two that’s probably a few years old. They drive to an address and meet, surprised a little when the door opens and the two of them take a look at each other and go, “Oh well, what the fuck? I’m here now.”

I don’t know about you, but my wallet, keys and valuables are hidden. I escort my visitor from the door to the bedroom and back out.

If this is the type of person who’s willing to trust and fuck, who’s to say what he does with others?

He didn’t bring a condom, what’s to say it’s my job to assure his safety? It’s his responsibility if he wants to protect his ass to do exactly that — protect his ass. I’m intent on one goal. Fucking and getting off. I will do it the way I want best.

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What Happens When I Reveal I Only Bareback Online

Sometimes I don’t feel like going through the machinations of the stealth. So I don’t. I just tell the bottom I only bareback.

Funny thing: They still want to come over.

I could cut and paste literally hundreds of conversations. Here’s one from a Craigslist ad two days ago when I sought people to come over to “go to pound town.” This is all true, word for word.

BTM: I am interested. Vgl biwm. 32w 185 looking for 11:30ish. Face pic? Location?

ME: pics for trade

BTM: yours? (Note: He sends a pic of himself way far away. You couldn’t see him very well.)

ME: Since we’re playing games. (Note: I shrink a photo of myself so small you can’t see me and send it.)

BTM: No games. Try another pic. I am on the right. (Note: It’s a better photo but the image is upside down, so I can’t tell which “right” he’s talking about.)

ME: Is that on the right UPSIDE DOWN or RIGHT-SIDE UP? (Note: I turn the photo around the right way and send his photo back to him. One guy is a reject. The other is okay.)

BTM: Black shirt. You have a face pic? Looking in about 30 min. (Note: He’s not the reject.)

ME (Note: No text. I send a face pic.)

BTM: You hosting? Where? Safe only. You have supplies? I can leave now. I am in (mentions a part of town).

ME: I only bareback.

BTM: Sorry. Safe here only.

(24 minutes passes)

BTM: You positive you are clean?

ME: I’m positive.

BTM: K. I really need to be fucked. Where are you located?

Let me also note the stupidity of the bottom’s question and how I’m able to answer his question. He asks, “Are you positive you are clean?” I am able to honestly reply, “I’m positive.”  The double meaning is intended. To a judge or jury or prosecutor, I could simply have shown this to tell them that I informed the dumbass of my status. It has both meanings. Note he’s not bothered to tell me his either and not clarified when and if I’ve ever been tested.

And I’m not saying what my status is.

FYI, this bottom was too dumb for me to fuck. I didn’t.

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Adult Bookstores, Sex Clubs and Stealth Fucking

If you go to an adult bookstore or sex club and you are a bottom, bring a spotter with you. Or simply, do not get fucked there. It’s that simple. You are not in control of you and your environment. You cannot trust the people and what’s happening.

If a bottom puts a condom on me and turns his back, I will take it off. Good bottoms constantly check for a condom, but that doesn’t really matter. Breaking a condom is very easy.

Using the porn method of putting on a condom, you stretch out the condom with both hands and pop a finger up inside it to place over the cock in a swift movement. If the bottom is a cheap one and bought his rubbers on the way in, they’re usually the ones very easy to poke that finger through. That way, the head pokes through the top and the  shaft of the cock remains sheathed so if the bottom checks for a condom, it appears to be there.

If the condom is heavy duty, a snap or two of the tip with a good pinch should work to break the tip

Real simple as a bottom. You really want the condom on the top, you purchase the condoms. You purchase the lube. You put the condom on the top. You guide the cock into your ass. You face the top at all times.

Unless you’re actually dating the guy, do not trust a random fuck.

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Bottom Techniques for Stealthing

Yes, bottoms stealth too. If you’re a top, you might think you have all the advantages if you’re going to play the safer sex game. Not so. I know a lot of bottoms who have developed some sophisticated tricks to assure a raw load in their ass — fulfilling for those who really like getting the cum where it belongs.

Bottoms planning to meet up with any condom-wearing tops will often douche their asses full of petroleum-based lubricants, so even tops who bring their own condoms and lube might not know the seed of deceit is planted already. Good friction and petroleum jelly will break down a condom depending on the thickness and quality. A top in control of the bottom would notice but if a talented bottom rides the top, he might not. Keeping the top distracted (and feeling good) is key to this one working.

Of course, slicing the tip off a condom or cutting a hole always works, but what if the top brings his own condoms. The best technique for this is the tip-biter.

A well-cleaned out bottom will switch things up and go ass to mouth… get fucked a while and then suck the cock. This takes a little practice but the bottom, using a little coordination between his hands and mouth can suck an come to the repository tip, using his sharper canine teeth to poke holes or bite through while holding the shaft to prevent a snap back so the top won’t notice. Then guides it back to the hole.

Gloryhole action makes it easier. Nail-clipping scissors are perfect for a quick snip of the tip then guide it into the asshole until the breeding happens.

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Crucify Me

Today, Cristian Knox — a bareback pornography videographer I happen to respect and enjoy — called me a “con man” for what I do when it comes to stealthing. I’ve also been called a sociopath, criminal, threatened to be killed and many other names. You need to go back in my blog to read these, but they’re there. I softened my stealthing content in the recent year to make it more palatable for fucktards who miss the point of what I’m saying.

And chances are, if you are enraged by now, you won’t comprehend what I write anyway. You’ve made up your mind.

I am a top. I am responsible for my orgasm. I am responsible for my cock. I don’t give a fuck about your orgasm or your asshole. If I stick my cock into your ass raw, I realize what I am risking by doing so.

If you’re a bottom, it’s your responsibility to take care of yourself. Not mine. There’s no tacit contract between us. All I’m promising is that, if I find you appealing enough, I will shove my hard cock into your ass and I will work myself up into shooting a load.

That’s it.

So you all get pissed off that humanity has some sort of responsibility toward each other, I’d like to introduce you to the real world and how it really works out there. It’s not fantasy land where we all get a safe word and the mugger stops mugging you when you say, “Banana.” Nope.

I’ve written about my life in detail, including my molestation. You know what, I stopped that myself. No adult helped me. No one recognized it. And you know what, I don’t blame the man who abused me for my lot in life either. That’s why it’s written here. I have embraced it as who it made me into.

I’ll bitch about shit that’s happened to me that I don’t think is fair, like getting fired for being Gay. When I’m performing well and bringing millions into the company for which I worked, I don’t think a piss-ant asshole boss should have the power he did to fire me. But you know what, it’s cause the little fucker is surrounded by a bunch of bottoms who allow him to dominate.

I learned that lesson well.

I’ve been stealthing since 2003. I’ve been writing about it. You hate me, don’t read it, don’t fuck me. It’s fine. We don’t have to be friends. But you know what, if you’re a barebacker, then why the fuck does it matter. We’re on the same team. We’re going to bareback anyway. So there.

Get over it. I’m sure there’s things you do that others don’t like.

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Breaking the Silence: Seeking Sufficient ROI from My Friends

So where have I been?

Some of you might have seen me on Twitter with occasional posts. Not much elsewhere. As I’ve struggled over the last few months, exerting myself upon multiple fronts to find an occupation for myself, the results failed to be fruitful. Each provided a life lesson for me. And I sit upon the precipice and ponder the path I’ve taken.

I use people, most specifically bottoms for my own pleasure. As I have ventured a little further in recent times, I’ve opened myself up to a little more sensation but still, my intention is to mark my territory. I won’t settle for a condom, insisting that my cock slide raw into an ass and spray my DNA markers in that most intimate of places to say I was here.

I’ve never been delusional about how the world works as well. While lacking the literal fucking and breeding, I’ve been proverbially bent over and marked through my life in many ways. And I let it happen. Perhaps my own need to breed back is my response to how society decided to use my intelligence, creativity and good will.

Now approaching eight months of unemployment, struggling with comprehending why my talents are overqualified and too advanced for today’s workforce, I find myself questioning much. And then comes the sexual side of it all. The other night, I lay beneath a young man just making out. And a sensation came across like someone flipped on a switch I’d not felt in eons. Of course, we all feel it on occasion.

A lunch arrangement and then when the time comes, it’s postponed and finally cancelled with a stinging “it was a mistake” to even suggest meeting. A sudden flash of anger and hurt then returned to calm as I’ve been here before, kicked to the curb for dropping my guard and giving humanity hope for a moment.

If only I’d bred him when I had the chance. My territory went unmarked.

A realization came over me about the number of people who use me as well. My so-called friends who only use me for their benefit and return so little back. Karma?

Funny because I’ve been cutting some people out of my life. If I don’t see enough Return On Investment from my friends, well, they’re getting kicked to the curb as well.

As a result, I think Karma has kicked my ass-supply. I’ve found it dwindles some, of late. I’m sure some cum-hungry sluts find the ass use a mutually beneficial relationship, but my one-off, use your ass as a masturbation device doesn’t often work that well.

Part of me still hopes for a buddy in Atlanta who can fuck, hang out, bareback, etc. I don’t see it happening. And that occasional need for affinity comes and goes. But perhaps I should stick to an equation, a simple mathematical value of what I get for what I give.

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iBLASTinside Bareback Blog

Mark Bentson, the Raw Top who Breeds Ass Via Gloryholes, Stealthing, Anonymous Gay Sex, Hotel Hook-Ups, Etc.

Warning, This Blog Is Not Safe for Work (NSFW) Or the Humorless Or for Condom Nazis. And check out the Terms of Use.

Bareback Blog iBLASTinside

By Raw Top and Skin-to-Skin Sex Advocate Mark Bentson, Co-founder of the Bareback Brotherhood (#BBBH)

Mark is always looking for Cum Dumps, Porn Stars, Male Escorts, Sex Clubs, Male Strippers, Sleazy Atlanta Information and More

This is an Adult Website. In fact, this is an Adult Gay Website and Bareback Blog.

It’s also a Humorous Website, occasionally employing Sarcasm, Dry Wit and Satire. If your Humor Emulator and/or Tolerance Capabilities have been turned off, it is recommended you go

Oh, okay, it’s not only Adult and Gay, it’s not only Funny and Offensive, it also advocates sexual practices that freak some people out, so thoroughly read the warning below.

If you’re at all worried about anything stated, then you need to go somewhere else like here or here or possibly even here.

Otherwise, check things out.

I am a raw top. This means I stick my bare dick into an ass without a condom.

Bareback. BB. BBBH. #BBBH.

For lube, I prefer spit or someone else’s cum. I do not use condoms and if I do, I sabotage them.

A Quick Guide to iBLASTinside aka Mark Bentson

What you need to know, want to know or just in general I want you to know.

I am a top. I fuck ass any way I can. This isn’t a popular idea, as I get a variety of feedback from praise to detailed death threats.

My cock is a solid 7 inches. It is not huge. It’s not thick. It’s perfectly average (as seen here). The most extraordinary thing about my cock is that it’s rock hard and it tends to stay hard if I’m turned on by the bottom.me and my hard cock

I shoot huge loads. I do not pull out for you to see them. But many bottoms report you can feel me shoot.

I am 49 years old. Yes, that’s ancient, I realize that. But I’m honest. I’m 6 foot 2 inches tall and 255 pounds. I could stand to lose a few pounds but fuck, except for those perfect twentysomethings (and most of us seem perfect then), who shouldn’t?

I’ve got more gray than brown hair (to me, salt & pepper indicates black and gray hair). I’m usually clean-shaven in the spring and summer but usually grow a beard around November for the winter.

I look like a geek. I do not fuck like I look.

I’ve fucked and bred more than 5,000 asses since my first fuck at 15.

I will not simply take a blow job. I don’t jerk off. I don’t use condoms and, if forced to do so, I will take the condom off or worse.

I only breed ass. That’s all that I do. My cum belongs in a man’s ass.

What’s your status? 

I do not answer that question unless we are about to fuck. Sometimes I don’t even answer it then.

I will not fuck you if you smoke or are tweaked out.

Even if you’re a “considerate” or “social” smoker. It won’t happen. So don’t beg.

Want to contact me?

Here’s My BarebackRT profile and E-Mail contact.

Fuck Without Fear

Do you want my cock and cum in your ass? It can happen.

Controversial reading material. Not safe for work. #NSFW. But if you like to jerk off, there’s plenty of material here for you to enjoy. Chances are, you will.

Additionally, this site does have a serious side to it. Not only do I address my mid-life crisis and being sexually molested as a youth, I also cover being bullied and ultimately fired at work.

This is one of many bareback blogs, by an active barebacker who fucks raw on purpose. I’ve fucked thousands of men and this blog discusses how I mark my territory with DNA and the Jizzjoy experience that some bottoms feel.

Additionally, I’ve endorsed bottoms I’ve fucked as well men I want to fuck with my Broken Virginity Seal of Approval. So if you’ve got a problem with that, please go search for something else.

I believe plastic is terrific for storing food or protection on the pitch, but not when it comes to intimate acts between men. I write a blog with somewhat regular updates and I’ve also got some terrific tips on visiting a gay bathhouse, gloryhole etiquette, a guide to poppers and my own theories of how the male population breaks down.

I’m also quite controversial for stealthing. What is stealthing? Of course all the information is available here plus tips on how to stealth.

As a resident of the Atlanta area, I also review what the A-T-L offers when it comes to the sleazy side of things. I make sure to highlight sex clubs, adult bookstores and male stripper bars like Swinging Richards or go-go boy dancer bars like BJ Roosters. If I’m missing something, please let me know.

I’m even willing to endorse individuals with my Broken Virginity Seal of Approval, for those folks I know who are really willing to meet and fuck.

If you’re curious about me, you can always get in touch with me easily or follow me on Twitter. I’m also on BarebackRT under the same name. And I like getting to know my readers as well as meeting them and fucking them.

February 2014 Update: New Open Letter to Bottoms Interested in Getting Fucked by iBLASTinside

Why Do You Bareback?

Because condoms are for pussies and not for assholes.

What is Stealthing?We’ve created boner pills and made all sorts of medical advances, the one thing I can’t comprehend is why we’ve not found ways to allow intimacy between two men.

Instead, we continue to insist that a plastic barrier between two humans is the best protection.

Moreover, with everything else in the world that’s labeled dangerous, we make it optional — cigarettes, alcohol, fatty foods, seat belts, driving too fast, recreational drug use, etc. Instead, society — even gay men — demonize this one act.

An alcoholic, meth sniffing, smoker with syphilis who happens to use a condom is more accepted in the gay community that a healthy, negative, STD-free, HIV-negative barebacker.

That is fucked up.

I spent my youth paralyzed in fear with every sexual encounter, avoiding contact with any bodily fluids.

Then suffering for weeks (when it took longer) to get my tests back.

At some point, I decided to stop worrying and to start living.

If I got hit by a bus or some other tragic act, I would regret not having real sex with men.

Do You Believe in Monogamy?

In simple terms, no. Monogamy does not and cannot exist between two men. I will never dedicate myself to only one hole to fuck. And I prefer that any hole I fuck have had other men and their sperm inside it.

With any sexual encounter, you should always carefully consider your options and make conscious choices, knowing the possible results of your decisions. You should be fully aware of your surroundings and the activities of all participants, especially knowing that everyone is not trustworthy, no matter how many muscles he has or how big his cock is. If you choose to use condoms and you are the bottom, consider bringing your own condoms and compatible lube. Remember, the only truly “safe sex” is sex alone or no sex at all.

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