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Hate (3 of 3)

Hate (3 of 3)

A blind leading the blind mentality seems to permeate the world. We don’t want our children to be taught about sex or they might have it. Yet we all have cocks and vaginas and asshole and clits.

Then there’s this thing called the Internet and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out which goes where. Before you know it, little honors student and Christian Jessica Jane Lister is pregnant with football quarterback Cody Wall’s baby and they’ve both got genital warts.

We want our schools to teach creationism but not evolution but we don’t want our churches to support science. Hell, the Georgia Legislature is trying to pass a law that citizens have a right to carry guns into their churches, so we can kill the preacher if he says something blasphemous (like Jesus turned water into wine; wrong! Jesus turned water into grape juice).

It stands to reason that a lot of the hate I’ve garnered causing people to protest against Str8Cam Jeff Opens new window of a page on this blog and others steams from a misunderstanding of my most controversial posts about stealthing.

I know a lot of my readers think stealthing is hot, hot, hot. You jerk off to it. It’s the forbidden fruit. All of us have fantasies we all enjoy, just beyond the borders of what we’d really do.

Then again, it might be something we do.

In the barebacking world, there’s bug-chasing and gift-giving along with a Russian roulette of who-the-fuck-cares breeds us.

But I am known for stealthing, for giving the world the top 10 tips for stealthing Opens new window of a page on this blog, for explaining barebacking in meaningful ways that there’s no denying what’s really happening.

I have been deceptive. And that’s not explaining all my motivations.

The Entire Truth

Whenever I watch a magician — even someone like Lance Burton or David Copperfield — it’s become second nature for me to figure out how the trick is done. It’s not really hard to do. I can’t stand to watch “America’s Got Talent” and to see Howie Mandel be amazed at a relatively simple trick and to say, “I don’t know how you did that!”

I can tell you.

When I began the entries on busting condoms, taking condoms off and other forms of sabotage, the outrage was palpable. Most hated it. Many thought I’d broken some sacred contract.

How, I have no idea. Anonymous sex is just that. Why they have this higher-than-mighty sense one must adhere to a code when fucking someone who you don’t even know their first name, I don’t comprehend. Why? And especially why when one knows the other person isn’t put into any harm.

The mighty think that the stealther has some puss-filled cock shooting out disease upon infection and reigning some destruction upon the other.

Nonetheless, until I started writing about it, no one was.

I don’t count myself as some savior. I don’t. But I do see some of what I wrote as an education.

I do explain if you’re stupid enough to want to fuck in places where you’re not going to know your top or bottom, how one might protect oneself. How to bring your own condoms, monitor the use of the condoms and maintain your own safety.

You are accountable for your own safety. No one else.

Welcome to Real Life

It’s so very odd how some consider this bond of sex sacred even though you’re fucking with a stranger. For example, if a journalist is speaking to a source and the source wants to go “off the record” — meaning the content to follow is not to be published or broadcast — the journalist must agree to do so verbally as well. It must be stated so and both parties have to make an agreement.

Pulling out a condom just with the assumption someone will wear it doesn’t work that way.

I’m not saying this stuff just to piss people off. I’m trying to get reality to sink in. This is how the world works. Assuming an asshole top who wants to get off raw or a bottom who wants a load is going to fuck according to some honor code is just plain stupid.

 

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I Faked It With You

I Faked It With You

If you’ve ever wondered why…

  • … your fuck never showed up on this blog.
  • … I didn’t call you back for a second fuck.
  • … you didn’t notice a lot of (or any) cum in your ass.
  • … I didn’t say “thanks” or give you a thumbs up.
  • … I pulled out, zipped up and walked away.

It’s probably because I faked it.

Like women, men can fake it too. It’s not like porn. I’m not pulling out for the money shot. A little Kegel work and you can learn to make your cock throb. Truth is, I can even inject a decent amount a precum if I want.

But often, I’ll just pick up the pace, breath a little heavy and get it done cause your ass isn’t worth the trouble.

Yes. I fake it.

No all the time, mind you. I’m pretty good at sniffing out bad ass. And sometimes it’s just that. Bad ass often smells bad. I’m not just talking the smell of shit, which can be fucking horrible.

Every once in a while, I get to fuck a piece of prime top ass. Tops, as I can attest both as one and one who has fucked many, do not have the know-how or experience to clean properly.

As I like to occasionally say, if you’re going to fuck ass, you’re going to have to put up with a little shit every once in a while.

But bad ass has another kind of stink to it. It’s an overused stench of ass juices, soured cum, unwashed dildos, diarrhea and vomit.

Not all bad ass stinks literally. Sometimes, the ass just stinks proverbially.

How can I explain this? Look, I’ve fucked men who are pigs with a loose asses. I’ve fucked tight asses on men. When you bareback, the connection between men is deeper. We’re skin-to-skin and that means you can’t always put up a barrier.

I’m not saying it’s some sort of “strings attached” fuck. But sometimes, you’ve got to tie a shoelace or two with the thought it’s going to get untied a little later.

Oh, and just to make a point, if you suck at sucking cock and don’t get to fucking quickly… well, that’s a problem too.

 

 

Jesus Saves (After You Suck Cock)

Santa’s lap inspired a few additional admissions in the confessional booth. Interestingly enough, a Jesus freak showed up and after reading every single one of our confessions (more than 140), he (or possibly she) felt the need to post a sermon.

I’m sure that’s a welcome addition. I just wonder if the Jesus freak wrote the sermon before or after jerking off. I’m guessing after.