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Gay Strip Poker with iBLASTinside’s Twist

Gay Strip Poker with iBLASTinside’s Twist

jackStrip poker can be fun, but the adventure of the game is more the journey than the destination. But with all strip poker games, once everyone is naked, what happens next?

I created a series of rules to make strip poker both more fair and a lot more fun. The rules break the ice in the game before everything degrades down into full-fledged sexual decadence.

You can choose to play whatever version of the game. I like Texas Hold ‘Em, but the standard Five Card Draw is fine.

Rules follow like this.

Number One All players are required to wear the same article of clothing. Generally I’d suggest eight, comprised of the following:

bullett Two shoes (counts as two items)
bullett Two socks (counts as two items)
bullett Underwear, either boxers, briefs, jockstrap, etc. (counts as one item)
bullett One pair of jeans, pants or shorts (counts as one item)
bullett One shirt or top (counts as one item)

Bareback Stealthing Tip Number 2 kingTo make the game last a little longer, you can add up additional items, up to four more) including the following:

bullett Undershirt (counts as one item)
bullett Belt (counts as one item)
bullett Overcoat or jacket (counts as one item)
bullett Hat (counts as one item)

Number Three There are no ante bets, but everyone must bet at least one item of clothing. That said, the minimum bet is one item of clothing is one item of clothing and the maximum is two items. So once someone raises things to two items, things are maxed out and it can’t go higher that round. As betting occurs, no one removes any clothing. The clothing is removed at loss.

Number Four After participants are naked, betting becomes interesting. There’s two bowls or hats on the table with folded up pieces of paper inside. One is “single dares” and the other are “double dares.”  I’ve included my set of these single and double dares here Open-New-Window-External in an Adobe Acrobat document. First, print them out and cut them apart. The ones with yellow backgrounds go into the double dares bowl. The plain white in the single dares.

Number Five AceBetting is relatively simple. The lowest bet is one single dare. The highest bet is two double dares. Again, there’s no ante. Therefore….

bullett One always begins with a single dare bet.
bullett A single dare bet can be raised to two single dares, a single dare and a double dare or two double dares. No more than two dares of each type can be play at any time.
bullett Two single dares can be raise to a single and a double dare or two double dares. A single and a double dare can only be raised to two doubles.

Number Six Once won, the losers must pull out the bet results from the appropriate bowls and follow the commands, which are sexual in nature. Single bets involve touching, hugging and a little kissing — generally embarrassing stuff. Plus there’s some revealing stuff. Double dares get more racy with mouth to genital action. No fucking occurs because that’s reserved for after the game.

Number Seve At some point, the game just ends and fucking begins. Let it happen naturally. Plan for it with good music and turn the lights down a bit lower. If beer has been flowing during the night, it shouldn’t be much of a concern. The good news about these parties is everyone is about equal opportunity and wants to see everyone cum.

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By a Cell Phone Light…

By a Cell Phone Light…

The choices in an adult bookstore — at least the adult bookstore here in Atlanta Opens a new window from this blog — includes gloryholes Opens a new window from this blog, private rooms and a darkroom. Those are one’s three choices to indulge in the hedonism.

The holiday season hadn’t invaded this place. Not even the music bothered to pulse with any musical beat beyond the normal dance jams with more urban tones. I’d made a couple of loops. My cock had been stroked and sucked through a gloryhole or two. The private rooms had been occupied a lot. I’d had enough time to find the men in whom I wanted to see my cock slide first.

Among them, a beefy Latino, wide chest, short and stout. Look like a good chest. But his favorite destination seemed to be the darkroom.

Now I don’t tend to favor the darkroom. It isn’t because I don’t enjoy darkrooms. However, trolls lurk there.

Some of you younger bucks may be asking, “What are trolls?”

Trolls tend to be older men (but can be of any age) who horn in on others having good sex and make it bad.

Age honestly has nothing to do with a troll, but trolls simply suck at sex (not in a good way) and they can’t figure out how to improve their sexual prowess. Yet they insist on entering into others’ fun and ruining it for all. In fact, trolls seem to delight in this.

No matter how ugly, how old, how black, how brown, how young or whatever one’s lot in life, your ass should be pink and juicy on the inside. Within certain constraints Opens a new window from this blog, I will fuck and breed you. But trolls are off limits.

I politely push them away. Some are more persistent than others. Those will ruin a fuck.

Back to the hot, stout Latino in the military haircut wearing the unfortunate white, striped sweater.

A little tip: If you’re going a place with a darkroom, choose dark clothes and don’t wear anything with a logo so people can recognize you.

I followed him into the room. As I entered, it took a moment for me to make out the shadows of the men. His was the shortest, of course, over near the corner and I moved toward him, brushing up against him. He responded in kind and reached for my crotch. I unbuttoned and before long he was down on his knees sucking.

His technique lacked focus and he couldn’t go deep, even with someone like me who didn’t really challenge anyone. My cock is just at seven inches, so my cockhead will just touch the back of most people’s throats. Sure, you’ll gag but it’s not like I’ll really stop you from breathing.

He kept his head bobbing shallow, supplementing with his hands and even licked my balls, which I loved. I completely dropped my trousers (all my valuables were locked in the car) so other men were feeling my ass and even one went down to share a lick on my balls. It wasn’t bad.

I tried to hint to my little guy I wanted ass, bending over and reaching into the gap in his jeans where his ass crack happened to be. I would touch his smooth ass. But he kept sucking.

In this darkness, I wasn’t the only one getting sucked. Darkness inspires whispers and silence for some reason. I’m a quiet guy anyway.

But there arose such a clatter, I snapped my head around to see what’s the matter.

A black man with an obviously large cock snapped on his cell phone to look down at his huge pipe entering the ass of a beefy white man wearing what looked like a black jockstrap.

“Yea, man, give me that fucking ass,” he exclaimed in a deep, gravely voice. A masculine man, the kind of downlow fucker you’d see on Sally Jesse Raphel and fucking this quiet white bottom raw. “This is a good fucking ass!”

It was across the room from me with four or five other men between me, so shadows would occasionally obscure what I could see. But the fuck noises were obvious. My little Latino continued to suck but I had my eyes firmly planted on what was going on across the room.

And I wanted that ass next.

The black fucker just got to pummeling that ass. The slapping of thighs to ass got louder and I pulled my cock away, bored by the half-hearted ministrations by the Latino. If he were smart, he’d stand, then bend over and drop his jeans.

He stood and continued to reach for my cock. I zipped up and moved toward the light of the door, but keeping an eye on the fucking.

The grunt and fuck noises just got louder. In the pale light, you could see the bottom now bracing himself against the wall and the top just letting the fucker have it.

“You’re going to get my nut!” the black man practically yelled. And then he did. “ARRRRRHHHHGGGGG!!!”

He let loose what had to be a torrent of cum into that white booty. He fucked it a few more times.

“Fuck man, I gotta sit down,” he said. “I’m fucking weak in the knees from that.”

The cell phone switched off at that moment but he sat down where the light from the doorway showed his cock, a thick nine inches, as the bottom turned around, hefted it up and sucked it clean.

By now, my Latino had moved next to me and was reaching inside my zipper. But I wanted that loaded ass.

Fortunately for me, afterward, the white bottom moved by me to go toward the corner I’d vacated. I reached out and brushed my hand against his ass and followed.

It proved enough to get his attention.

The Latino had kept my cock up if the action hadn’t. The bottom reached around and gave my cock a tug, recognizing another hard cock. He then lined it up with his hole.

I just fucking love cum sluts.

The entry was smooth and easy after that other monster had vacated. And I moaned. As that escaped my lips, a familiar light came on. The black top hadn’t left and now his cell phone illuminated my cock inside this white ass.

It wasn’t going to be a long fuck.

“That’s a nice ass, ain’t it man?” He egged me on.

Truth is, I’ve had better. I don’t mind loose asses. This one was just nondescript. And the bottom had never learned to flex his muscles. I had to do all the work. As I reached up to get a grip, I grabbed what I thought would be his jock.

T’weren’t no jock. It was some cheap, polyester lingerie garter belt. Fuck, I’m so not into men dressing as women. And this guy is totally not the type of guy who would.

But my cock is in an ass, raw, and I’m churning up cum.

“Dude,” the black man spoke. “You fucking push me again, I’m going to knock your goddamned head off! You fucking understand me?”

Troll alert.

“Stand back and let the dude nut in his butt and we all can fucking watch.”

That’s my cue.

I snort some poppers and I let it go. I know I’m not as turned on as I should be but I keep my hands on the fleshy cakes and I try to tune out the trolls, knowing that I’m protected for the time being. I focus on popping and mixing it up in this bottom’s ass. Picking up the pace, slamming harder, giving it to him, punishing him for being a pussy in women’s underwear.

I cascade over the side and grunt a few times as my Latino is there, tickling my balls. Yes, he still wants my dick.

I cum. I half cum really. I shoot a load but it’s not fulfilling. I give the audience a good performance, knowing that I am injecting into his ass but I beef it up making sure it seems good, although more understated than my black ally.

By the time I pop out, another hard dick is lined up and he’s shooting by the time I’ve zipped up and left.

A little disgusted with myself that my powers of perception probably hoped that it was a black jockstrap rather than a black garter belt. I make another loop and I fuck a guy’s face for a while. He won’t offer me his ass, even telling me he watched me fuck that guy and that I can fuck him any other place but here.

And I bump into the black guy as he comments, “That was a mighty fine ass, wasn’t it man?”

“Yea, man,” I nod in agreement, now completely lying to him. “You have a good one.”

I head out. Half satisfied.

Rage Against the Bossy Bottom

Rage Against the Bossy Bottom

One of those days. Fucking one of those days. I just needed to leave work and fuck an ass. All that pent up frustration sometimes shoots out of my cock.

Where’s a good bottom when you need one?

FDAU -- Face Down Ass UpI work on the other side of the planet from where I live, so I’ve been attempting to find a few bottoms near the office and on the way home I can stop off an drop a load. It’s my thing. You be there, naked, ass up, face down and ready to receive.

The thing about the way I fuck: It’s not what you think.

1. My cock is hard.

When I say hard, I mean rock hard. It’s not hard like a dildo, so let’s make that clear. But when I get erect, I’m in the game until I pop or you poop.

My cock is pliable and I can fuck in many different positions but it’s not for a size queen. It’s about 7 inches and it’s just right. I’ll hit your prostate and bang it often. I know how to find it and usually hit it.

2. This Ain’t Your Dad Fucking Your Ass

Incest aside, I fucking know how to fuck ass. Every ass is different and every bottom feels different from the inside.

If I’ve fucked you, please comment.

I don’t want to come off sounding cocky, but my cock doesn’t have a mind of it’s own. It’s attached to me and I’m a professional. Now let me do my job.

3. I Deliver a Load

My name online isn’t “iBLASTinside” just cause I thought it was fun. I’ve made a habit of always shooting inside, even when the bottom asks me not to do so (and they’ve seen this e-mail address and recognize what it says).

I’ll admit to faking it on occasion, but it’s rare. I love breeding ass.

4. My Loads Are Big or Huge, Your Choice

When I cum, it’s not a dribble. It’s not a small amount. I cum a lot and you’ll know it. I throb like a mutherfucker and I shoot a lot. Generally, I provide two large bursts of cum.

You want extra cum? Here’s what you do: Lick my balls before I fuck you. That will assure I juice up before I breed you.

5. I’m Always Hard After I Pop

If I like you, I’ll let you cum. It’s not a requirement. Bottoms aren’t really there to get off. But sometimes I am in a giving mood, especially if the bottom provided exceptional service. I probably let a bottom cum about 1 out of 4 times.

It’s even more rare for me to hang around long enough to give him a second load, usually about 20 to 30 minutes later. Of course, that requires he suck me some and if a bottom isn’t sure of his cleaning skills, then he’s going to taste a little of his own shit or I’m out the door.

So What’s This Getting At?

Today I’m looking for bottoms and, of course, it results in the usual desperation of four or five contenders before some asshole flags my ad off Craigslist because I dared indicate “bareback” in the text.

Apparently most tops are shitty at their jobs out there, but I have to end up with the bossiest bottoms or just dumb asses who roam the planet playing a game of 20 questions.

Guy 1: “Have a pic?”

Me: “I posted one. Where’s yours? What’s your stats?”

Guy 1: “Send to receive.”

Me: “I posted a pic. Check the ad.”

Guy 1: “Okay. Hot pic. Stats?”

Me: “Did you bother to read the ad?”

Guy 1: “Oh yea. Hot. Where are you?”

My response: “Um. Ad.”

Guy 1: “Oh. Got a place?”

My response: “As it says in the ad, I’M AT WORK. So, no, I don’t have a place. You went to school on a short bus, didn’t you?”

(FYI, that one ended there.)

Guy 2: “Still looking?”

Me: “The ad went up like a few minutes ago. So, yes.”

Guy 2: “Cool. What are you looking for?

Me: “A bottom to breed. Like the ad says.”

Guy 2: “Pic?”

Me: “Posted one. Send yours.”

Guy 2: “You got more pics?”

Me: “Yes, for trade.”

We trade pics at this point.

Guy 2: “You’re pretty big. I’m not sure I can take you.”

Me: “It’s 7 inches. You can sit on it and take your time.”

Guy 2: “I’m really tight.”

Me: “I’m really hard.”

Guy 2: “You got supplies? Condom? Lube?”

Me: “I’ve got lube.”

Guy 2: “We need a condom. Can you pick up one?”

Me: “Dude. What do you think ‘breed’ means?”

Guy 2: “I only do safe. Sorry.”

Me: “Don’t fucking reply to ads with ‘breed’ or ‘bb’ in them.”

Guy 2: “I thought you might make an exception.”

Me: “I don’t.”

(So this one ends.)

Guy 3: “You got a  pic?”

Me: “Posted in the ad?”

Guy 3: “Got a face pic?”

Me: “For trade.”

Guy 3: “Okay.”

We trade face pics.

Guy 3: “I don’t have a lot of time. Got to do this before my roommate gets home. Okay?”

Me: “No problem. Where to?”

10 minutes pass

Guy 3: “What are you looking to get into?”

Me: “Just looking to fuck and breed an ass. Where do I go?”

Another 10 minutes

Guy 3: “I’m at [a vague major crossroads]. Do you have a full body pic?”

Me: “Look, do you want to trade pics or fuck? Where do I go?”

About 5 minutes pass

Guy 3: “Sorry, my roommate will be home soon. Can we do this tomorrow?”

Me: “Do what? Trade vague e-mails while you jerk off?”

(Obviously, this one ends too.)

Guy 4: “Great pic. Here’s mine. Please come over and load me.”

Me: “Where are you at?”

Guy 4: [Provides address and directions.] “When will you be here?”

Me: “About 20 minutes. I’m on my way.”

Guy 4: “Great. Door’s open. Just push it open. In jockstrap and lubed.”

(FYI, he was. But this one has a weird story. Maybe it will be the next post.)

Sounds Like Flakes So Far…

No FlakesYea, it does. But it gets so weird how bottoms get so fucking picky how they want it. It’s all on their conditions when they want it.

Believe me. Read some ads on Craigslist.

I just want to use an ass. Yes, most of these guys where picky losers.

It’s real easy. I tell you who I am, what I want and where I am. Just be a bottom and ready for it. Is it really that difficult?

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Soft Cock Syndrome

Don’t Claim to be Another Top If You Can’t Get Your Cock Hard

Of late, I’ve been fucking this adorable little Latin Link Opens in a New Window with an ass worth mucho grande. He’s been fantasizing about a double penetration. He’s fucking tight, but I don’t mind indulging his need for more cock, especially if it means I’ll load his hole when there’s another load inside him.

The other day, we’re both searching for a second top and he happens upon someone claiming to be a top, who he invites over as well. Once I saw the BarebackRT Link Opens in a New Window profile, I’ll admit I was skeptical. I generally get a vibe off of people and did not read true, pointed north top. Alas, too late as the invitation was extended.

I arrived. The other “top” was sprawled on the bed in a jockstrap getting blown, in the first of what would be three cockrings he would try.

Cockrings aren’t a bad thing. I’ve never had a need for them, although on occasion they’re sort of fun to add on as a kind of fashion accessory to push my balls forward so the bottom gets a hint to lick my balls more. But they also cover a couple of my sensitive erogenous zones where a light tongue touch and cause me to lose the ability to speak and floods my urethra with precum.

My pocket Latin sucks my cock for about 15 to 20 seconds and I’m completely hard. He shows it off to the other “top” then proceeds to climb on board.

Over the next half an hour, my bottom friend sucks, jacks, tickles, kisses and tries everything he can to get the other “top” hard.  Our entire session revolves around making him comfortable and getting him up. He switches cockrings twice more and to no avail. He gets half-hard once with no potential to even slide into the bottom’s ass, even after I’ve opened it up.

The “top” finally declares that his cock has been “worn out” by the bottom and he needs to go.

As he’s putting on his clothes, the “top” then confesses that he’d much rather sit on my cock than anything else. Now if he’d admitted this 25 minutes ago, I might have fucked them both. But he didn’t. Then he finally says, “I’m truly versatile. Nowadays, I think I’m leaning bottom.”

No shit, Sherlock.

I doubt this dude had an impotence issue. He simply couldn’t admit he climbed over the fence and now lived on the bottom side of things. It happens. But fucking hell, if you don’t think you can perform, don’t volunteer, especially when another top is counting on you.

My time was wasted.

The dude left, I bred the boy after we fucked in earnest without any distractions.

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