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Loading Zone: Handcuffs Add Confidence to San Diego Top’s First Stealth

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Welcome to iBLASTinside’s Bareback Loading Zone, the place where readers and fans of iBLASTinside.com send and post their own tales and adventures. These are all true and told to Mark who occasionally massages the writing a little if needed.

Today’s submission comes from a top named Peter from San Diego. He’s a beefy, hot blond in his twenties who prefers raw sex. He ran across a bottom he really wanted to fuck but the bottom insisted on a condom. Peter got what he wanted. The bottom got fucked.

My Very First Stealth

I’ve been able to get my fair share of hookups even though I’ve turned down a few on occasions because they wouldn’t let me fuck them raw. Recently, I was very intrigued when I heard that there was still a way to bareback a guy even though he’s requesting a condom.

iBLASTinside's Bareback Loading ZoneI found out exactly what stealth Link Opens in a New Window is and what it entails through a friend who has done it many times. Once I learned some of the techniques, I decided to practice, practice, practice Link Opens in a New Window before doing the real deal on an unsuspecting dude.

One way to break down a condom is to leave it out in the hot sun, put it in the freezer, and then take it out into the hot sun again Link Opens in a New Window. I combined this technique with using a pin to poke a hole in the condom while it was still in its wrapper Link Opens in a New Window.

After a series of practices, I finally felt comfortable enough to do it for real. I made contact with a hot stud who insisted on a condom. This fit guy in his mid-twenties with brown hair stood about five-foot-ten and a tight 150 pounds. He was a little hairy and nicely tanned. I told that’s not a problem to use a condom and I will bring one for our time together.

I get to his place and we exchanged pleasantries. Soon we were both naked and kissing each other. I showed him what I brought: A condom and a pair of handcuffs. He smiled at me and just said, “That’s kinky.”

I turned the stud around and cuffed his hands behind his back. I pushed him down to his knees and came back around in front of him. I started to facefuck him with intensity to get my cock wet from his saliva.

After my cock was rock hard, I told him it was time so I pushed his head to the ground with his ass sticking up. I took the bottle of SpunkLube Link Opens in a New Window and generously used a lot on my cock and in his asshole so he would hopefully not feel my cum inside him later.

I made it a point to show him the condom in its unopened package. I then shifted right behind him where he couldn’t see me and tore the wrapper open. I quickly placed the special prepared condom on my stiff cock.

With the preparation of breaking down the condom, it was fairly simple to tear a hole so that the head of my cock was sticking out through the broken condom. I was able to do it fast enough not to raise any suspicion from the stud.

I teased the stud by tapping my cockhead onto his tight opening. Naturally, he thought there was a layer between my cock and his asshole. I asked him if he was ready for me to give it to him just like it is and he said, “Fuck yeah.”

I started to pound his hole slowly, but gained momentum and force with each thrust. I can tell he was enjoying it thoroughly, but I must admit it felt foreign having something around my cock like that.

We fucked for about 20 minutes in several positions with his hands continually being cuffed behind his back. I never took my cock out of his hole while shifting around as I wanted to make sure he didn’t see the altered condom.

When we were facing each other with his ankles over my shoulders and my cock deep in him, I leaned onto him so he was basically doubled up. I grabbed the back of his head and we started to deep tongue kiss for a few minutes.

After the romantic interlude, I shifted him back to the doggie position so that his head was back on the floor. I was getting close so I started to jack him off while I was pounding him. He wasn’t able to touch his own cock because of the cuffs.

With the stud in front of me and unable to see, I finally took my rock hard cock out of his ass just to check it out. It was a very unique sight to have the condom cover only the shaft of my cock and not the head. A few seconds later, I reinserted my cock into his ass.

I was trying to time it so that we would both cum at the exact same time in which he would be much less aware that I’m blasting inside his guts. It was working as I could feel him getting close and I was only moments away.

The stud tighten up his sphincter muscle and he started to release his load while I was jacking him off. In unison, I started to blast inside. It was such a fucking hot feeling of not pulling out that I continued to fuck him for awhile with my cum mixed in.

We were both spent. I left him handcuffed for a few minutes longer as I jumped up and went to the bathroom. I threw the condom into the toilet and flushed it down with my piss to remove any evidence.

I came back into the bedroom and planted a deep kiss on his lips while holding the back of his head with one hand and his cuffed wrist with my other hand. He reply that it was one of the hottest scenes he’s been in. I smiled and winked.

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Straight Men Are Pigs…And Really Easy

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I’ve had my Android cell phone (and its associated number) for almost 18 months but I’ll still get text messages for “Mac.” Mac must be a big jokester because as I tell these fuckers that I’m not Mac, they never believe me. Never. So usually I begin spouting offensive Gay stuff a straight musclehead like Mac would never say.

I have no idea who Mac is but through all the text messages, I’ve learned about him because folks have asked training advice, asked about his girlfriend, suggested he checked out this or that band, etc.

The other day, I get a photo of a man holding a rather small large-mouth bass. I inform him that I’m not Mac and he’s got the wrong number.

“Sure thing, you Jack-Wagon. Whatever!” He responds.

“I’m not Jack either.” I answer back.

“Okay then, Mr. Wagon to you!”

The guy isn’t getting it. So I go blue: “Unless you’re someone who likes to suck cock, you’re barking up the wrong tree.”

“Not my thing,” he sends back. “But you be proud of whatever you’re good at!”

I hate people who love exclamation points: “I hold my own. And I swallow cum. Do you cum a lot?”

“When I want to!” he responds.

“I fuck ass really well,” I shoot back. “Especially a beefy ass like yours.”

There was a long pause. He seemed to be getting that Mac might not be texting him now. Then I received an apology that indeed, he realized that I wasn’t Mac, that he was married and he thought we were just “joking around.”

“Well, I’m not joking,” I typed back. “I’ll give you the best, most intense time you’ll ever have.”

A pause, then: “My wife takes care of me. You should spend some time reading the bible. The lord can help change your life.”

Fuck. One of those closet cases taking refuge in religion. But I went for it.

“Does she swallow?”

He kept saying how his wife was wonderful and beautiful and took care of him but never answered the question, which I always pointed out. Sometimes these Bible-thumpers can’t help but be honest, even about the most offensive shit like this.

Finally he answered: “No. She won’t even put her mouth there.”

“I would,” I said. “And I’d enjoy it.”

The remaining content fluctuates between his religious guilt and the intrigue of having his cock sucked. I worked the details of my tongue and how it would feel, the sensation and how hard he would cum. How I would savor the flavor. How I would never say, “No,” to his requests.

It took a little magic, but the male testosterone took hold and soon I was driving toward the man’s house. His wife was out of town, thus giving him the chance to go fishing on a weekday. His home nestled near a local lake. I arrived and could see just off to the distance his little boat tied to a dock down the hill from the nondescript house in an older subdivision. A black, shiny Ford F-150 parked in the driveway and a dried-flower wreath on the door.

He answered the door, beefy, solid, dirty blond and about 5-foot-10. He hadn’t shaved but it seemed like he’d cleaned up a bit, wearing a fresh t-shirt and basketball shorts. His handshake was solid if a little hesitant. He invited me in and closed the door, locking it.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Just take me somewhere comfortable,” I said. “Maybe where you can watch porn.”

“We don’t have any,” he said. “My wife won’t allow it.”

“That’s cool,” I said. “Just someplace where you’re comfortable.”

We went upstairs to what I figure was a guest room and he sat on the edge of the bed. I closed the door. On the cloudy afternoon, the blinds and sheers cut much of the light. I knelt in front of him and began to move my hand toward his crotch. He started to move away and say something, but I stopped him.

“Close your eyes, lay back,” I said. “Just relax.”

I resumed my massage as he did as I commanded. Soon I could feel his cock thickening as I reached up inside his leg and touched his cock on the outside of his boxers. It took a few moments before I had him lifting his ass off the bed so I could strip his shorts off him and begin a proper blowjob. He chubbed up to a nice six inches and thick, not too hard but not completely soft. A mouthful. His fuzzy blondish brown hair all over and unkempt. But I sucked him and licked his balls. I varied the speed and worked him all over, licking places he’d never felt a tongue.

I moved my hands up under his shirt and touched his furry chest and found large nipples. One little touch and each stood firm and began to poke up. He even pulled up his shirt for easier access. He moaned and groaned as I began to work him into a frenzy.

But I did not come here to make him happy.

I did pause long enough to come up for air and actually lick his nipples. This was the first time I saw his eyes open and look at the man providing him so much pleasure and then clamp back closed. He kept his hands at his side, gripping the quilt on the bed.

Then I moved south, back to his cock, around it and down to his balls and finally down to his taint, scooping around the back of his legs and lifting his legs up. Before he could protest, my tongue went to work.

Pretty soon I was at his pucker and I worked it over well. He’d indeed showered and the smell of Zestfully clean along with the taste for he’d failed to wash away all the hint of soap. But I kept working the folds and added more magical spit in to filter out the flavor. His hole opened up like a natural bottom’s would, as I knew. And I poked a couple of fingers inside while flicking my tongue across the balls and other places that tickled his fancy.

When I returned to the head of his cock, a pool of precum nestled in the hairy treasure trail and I knew he’d only need one more trip around the world before I’d be able to shove my cock in his ass.

Nipples, cock, balls, taint, ass, taint, balls, cock and nips. By then, I’d pulled my cock out and lubed it with my spit.

When I was at his nipples, I had his legs up and teased his hole. I then replaced it with my cockhead which slid inside easily. When it hit the second sphincter was when his eyes opened a second time and he began to move away.

I was ready for this.

I grabbed his thighs and pulled down.

“No,” he whispered.

“Your cock says yes,” I whispered back.

“But…” he began, almost seeming to cry, but I could feel his throbbing cock — now harder than ever — against my belly.

“Just relax.”

I pushed inside him again and this time past that opening into him. And then I hit the prostate.

He gasped, as if he were dying and there were no air. This time he reached for my legs and actually pulled me toward him.

Natural bottom.

“OH MY GAWD!”

His eyes flew open, but the pupils seemed to roll into the back of his head.

Suddenly a torrent of clear liquid began to pour from his cockhead. I could feel a little throbbing inside his ass. I didn’t want him to cum yet so I remained perfectly still and purred at him to relax.

The tenseness of his body soon left him and I began a small hip motion, rocking my cock a bit and fucking my raw cock inside his virgin hole. As I fucked this little straight boy, I picked up pace and felt him beginning to move in concert with me, but opposite, to allow deeper penetration. His eyes had shut but he was enjoying the experience. I reached down to my poppers, knowing his distraction wouldn’t notice so I could take a firm whiff of them. I did and felt my cum boil in my balls.

I began fucking him like I meant it and he loved it. I spit on my hand as I neared by own orgasm and reached for his cock at the moment when I went blind with ecstasy. My sperm flooded his guts and I loaded him with my DNA as I grasped his thick, rigid cock and began to pump. My other hand found his right nipple and I pinched — a little too hard.

His ass clamped down as I pushed my spunk in him deeper. His first shot came as I opened my eyes. It went over his head, over the bed, across the room and splattered on the wall. The next six or seven came within short order and were less intense, but in the end a string of cum lined from his cockhead to the wall about seven feet away.

As his breathing began to normalize, his hands came up over his eyes and covered himself in shame.

I’d already zipped up and tucked away my softening cock, gently laying him down and leaving him in the darkened room. I didn’t speak to him as I left and I haven’t texted him. He hasn’t messaged me. Yet.

Yes, this is the real photo he texted me (just with the face blurred).

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Take One Down, Pass It Around…

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Another Saturday night at one of Baltimore’s more popular clubs, I nursed another beer while listening to the three bottoms all try to out bottom each other. At the time, I tried to feign interest in these boys, one of which did intrigue me on some level. But to be perfectly honest, I was bored out of my skull.

I sat my almost empty beer on the counter. I hate warm beer.

I don’t give a fuck how big of a butt plug or dildo you can get into your asshole. My real cock will never serve as a mold for a fake cock. Beside, the real talent of a bottom is how he can milk out my cum and hold it inside him without spilling a drop.

The bottoms now moved on to other talents. The shortest one finally said something that caught my ear.

“I love piss,” he said. “I’ll drink anyone’s piss in this bar.”

“Oh really?” I spoke.

The boys came out of their competition to look at me for a moment. The bottom continued his swagger.

“Hand me my beer,” I said to him. He reached over, picking up the clear glass with about an inch of Mexican brew left in the bottom. I took it, looking into his eyes. He didn’t flinch and kept an intensity about them.

I disappeared into the crowd and headed to the bathroom.

In a few minutes I returned. I handed a full beer bottle to him as I said these words, “Prove it.”

He took the bottle from my hand. “It’s warm.”

“Of course it is, piss drinker,” I almost whispered. Then I winked, “So drink it.”

It dawned on the three boys at that moment what I’d handed him. Of course, the two other bottoms egged him on. I just looked at him as he went through the machinations of justifying to himself what he was about to do.

This boy was a talker. Worried about sexually transmitted diseases then saying something about sterility of piss. Drinking the urine of some man he’d just met but admitting he’d enjoyed drinking from the tap in the past. I waited patiently.

Finally, the bottle’s lip touched his and he turned it up, swallowing generously, drinking down about half. The other boys screamed in delight. I just watched.

As soon as the bottle was down, he motioned for the bartender, who was busy at the other end of the bar. Finally he came over and the boy ordered a shot “to get the taste out of his mouth.”

At that moment, as the bartender turned around, the bottom couldn’t stomach it any longer and he barfed all over the counter. Jeers from the crowd and the bartender just said, “You’re out.”

I laughed all the way outside as the four of us headed out of the door. Still trying to save face, the young man spoke of the bitter flavor of my piss.

“By the way,” I spoke slowly and waiting for everyone to calm down. “That wasn’t piss.”

I got the silence I wanted.

“It was warm tap water mixed with a little beer. I just filled it up in the bathroom.”

The boy’s jaw dropped. He stared at me, silent now. The other bottoms were quiet as well.

“Too bad you couldn’t keep it down. You could have drank from my tap tonight.”

I turned and walked to my car.

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