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Helping You Out

Helping You Out

Here’s a collection of miscellaneous things that bug me about online profiles:

“Not to be racist but…” or “It’s just a matter of taste…”

Truth is, you’re about to be racist. When’s the last time you read, “Not to be racist but I really only fuck Asians.”

Too much of what men write is what they exclude, not what they include.

Men can’t be blondes

Men are only blonds. It’s one of the few examples where the masculine and feminine matters in the English language. Females are blonde, men are blond. Fucking kills me every time I see it. And speaking of color…

No one’s 50 shades of grey

Unfortunately, our language is getting fucked up thanks to people being unable to figure out Grey is normally a name (it is in the book as it is for anatomy, both the original book and the television show). The official color is gray with an “A.”

HMU DTF

So “hit me up” I’m “down to fuck”? Really? Up and down? I want to go in and out.

“Breeding” means raw

It amazes me when I post an ad somewhere about “loading” or “breeding” an ass and then I get the “safe only” response. Even more amazing is the request that they “just suck me off.”

Uh, no. I’m here for the ass, not for the mouth.

When I say “potent cum,” what do you think I mean?

I’m just asking.

Sup

Fuck you.

What’s up with the abbreviation for etcetera?

If you’re going to go on and on, it’s etc. not ect.

The contractions get me

Please, if you will not go somewhere, you won’t go there… And you want to go elsewhere.

Also, there is no way that there are people out there who don’t understands there’s some contractions out there that the masses seem to misunderstand.

For the most part, I find barebackers are good people; they are often misunderstood and they’re accused of being spreaders of disease and woe. Truth is, barebackers just know their cocks and asses provide a gateway to happiness. Theirs is a life of freedom.

Don’t cry to yo mama

I make it extraordinarily clear that I say some nasty shit when I breed ass. I’m verbal as I approach orgasm.

Just recently it happened again, but this time the fucker didn’t have a choice. I’d mounted him and his little 5-foot-7 frame couldn’t go anywhere. As I am thrusting inside him, I began some of the most horrific things you can say to a bottom.

I’d warned him. Clearly. He knew I’d say things.

He didn’t respond or beg or even whimper. I knew he just wanted it over.

I growled and let it go in his ass, leaning over into his ear: “You asked for this.”

smokerAnd don’t try to lie

I know when someone lies to me. Sometimes I choose to ignore it. Other times, I call the fucker out.

Another thing I make clear is no smokers. All the time, people try to get around it.

“Oh damn,” a guy says the other day after begging me to fuck him. He’d claimed to be a fan and, well, sent me a pic of himself, of all things… smoking. “I quit in May. You won’t smell it on me. I promise.”

Men are known for their veracity. I’m always telling the truth to fuck ass. And I’m sure you’re telling the truth to get cock.

May? Why didn’t you go for last June?

Anyway, he got cut off.

Yes, you fuckers can go ahead and try to mask the smell with cologne and mouthwash, but allow me to point out a couple of salient points:

  • You’ve dulled your senses with smoking so you can’t fucking smell the shit on you.
  • Because the smell adheres everywhere, it’s usually on you in someway.
  • And even more apparent, your lungs are saturated so when you exhale, it can be smelled.
  • It’s even within your bodily fluids like spit, sweat and especially cum (which can stink like a mutherfucker).

Grindr is for babies

What the fuck is up with Grindr?

  1. It doesn’t work.
  2. It has children on it.
  3. It doesn’t work.
  4. The children on it aren’t interested in “hooking up.”
  5. It doesn’t work.

You’re a hooker if you’re shirtless without wildlife

I live in the South, so it’s not odd for me to see photos of people holding up fish, frogs or other creatures from some Redneck hunting expedition while being shirtless. Some gay men post these images as proof of butchness, although when you’re sucking my cock or taking my raw, rockhard cock up your ass and begging for my cum like the little bitch you are, you’re not so butch.

However, if you’re shirtless on any hook-up site or app — this means you, you little Grindr children — and then you add that you’re not here to “hook up,” you’re a hypocrite and a liar.

I don’t shave my balls because I don’t like hair

Lick the sack for larger snack.

My hairy sack tends to get in the way of allowing people to find my spots to give me a lot more pleasure. And the more pleasure I get, the bigger the load they get.

And I shoot big loads, with or without a little licky licky.

Why do you think a barebacker should compromise?

Sometimes I get a horny bottom who insists on a condom, who wants me to fuck them but expects me to be the one to compromise with a condom.

No.

Why should I be the one to compromise?

DDF? Of course!

Everyone online is DDF and clean. Fuck. I’m clean. I took a shower yesterday.

I’ve never seen anyone ever answer other than, “Yes, I’m DDF.” It’s a useless stat. I’ve seen people proudly declare they’re poz or “poz and undetectable,” but I’ve never, ever seen anyone answer the truth when it comes to status.

“Oh I’ve got the clap and a small case of the crabs. It will clear up in a few days.”

“Look, the Valtrex seems to be working. Don’t worry about the Herpes. It’s not like I’m gonna give you the nose-falling-off syphilis.”

Seriously, guys. If you’re “DDF and looking for same,” all you’re going to get is lies.

Understand the status

I’m glad to see more and more people who get the difference between “undetectable and on meds” and “neg, tested 1/13/14.”

Which would you rather fuck?

The answer should be undetectable.

The neg guy hasn’t been tested in more than six months. Cum on.

Curious about the Truvada whores

How many of you “Neg+PrEP” are really on PrEP and how many of you are “Now Neg + Taking Meds”?

 

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Travel Diary: Velvet Vice

Travel Diary: Velvet Vice

I lived in Washington, D.C., for more than a decade. Then again, it was a decade ago when I lived here and bred asses here.

When I return on my visits, it’s always nice to check out the new crop to breed. And there are. What I forget about the D.C. area is the attitude.

When I first moved here as a graduate student in my early twenties, this city held hope for my social life. As began to frequent my first gay bars, I soon felt that hope dwindle into the embers of burning hatred for anything remotely close to social gathering places of gay men that lack any nudity.

On this visit, I am inaccessible by Metro, which means most people avoid such hook-ups like they’re somewhere 200 miles in orbit above the planet, where there’s a total lack of oxygen and inaccessible except via special dispensation from NASA.

deephole4loadsThe Velvet Vice Hole

This is impossibly good ass came to me, though.

This bottom has a hole that deserves a whole book. The perfect hole is a rare find. I do not find it. I find many asses to fuck. Many enjoyable.

Few cause me to lose it.

This one did.

His name on BarebackRT.com is DeepHole4Loads. You can see the perfection of the photo.

His ass. His muscular toned body. But great photos are a dime a dozen. I’ve seen hundreds of great photos only to fuck a mediocre ass.

His suck job on arrive was above average. He proved to be good. I tickled his ass with my finger. He’d told me two previous loads had been deposited earlier and he’d offered to have them cleaned out. But I told him to leave them in.

His hole lacked any hard ridge. With the pucker had a nice ring of hair, it could have been smooth… almost perfectly so.  My fingertip slipped inside and could feel the familiar warmth I’d associated with a nice ass.

No cum had leaked near the hole, which told me this little cunt soaked up all the cum he could.

As I prepared to fuck his as, I couldn’t help but lick it a little. He’d already spit on his hand to supply the lube for the ass for my cock. But I wanted to add mine to the mix.

His asshole opened as soon as my tongue touched it and I could hear him groan. He snorted some poppers. The way his ass grabbed at the tip of my tongue, I couldn’t hold off long before I mounted him.

My cock slipped inside. Easily. This man was a natural bottom. His ass immediately contoured to the shape of my cock. He didn’t need a moment to adjust. And he didn’t thrust one way or another. He let me set the pace.

I like a bottom who knows who is in control. I fucked him, but his ass just kept up the perfection in massaging my cock.

I couldn’t distinguish where his sphincter wrapped around me. His hole tightly grabbed my cock and held on. He wanted me.

“Use my dirty cunt,” he whispered.

“You like men to fuck you raw, don’t you?” I said.

“I like my cunt used,” he said.

“I love cum.”

I wrapped my arm around him and my hand around his throat. As I pumped his ass slowly and deliberately, I tried to hold off.

But his ass just held on to my cock like a velvet vice. Before I knew it, my cum began to boil and I began my orgasm.

I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t control it. I just… happened.

I felt his pulse quicken under my hand. He knew I was cumming, at least on a subconscious level.

He groaned. “You want my cum?” I asked.

“Pump it in my dirty cunt,” he said.

Through the blinding strain of my orgasm, I kept it up. “You’re getting my load man,” I said.

This man experienced jizzjoy. He wanted it. He got it.

I stayed inside him and pumped it deeper. He left later, off to find another load.

I would hope to pump him again.

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The Guy I Didn’t Fuck

I’m traveling right now and I’d warned the bottoms around here I’d be in town and up to breed.

My top contender for my load was fucking adorable. We had been texting back and forth for close to a week (on and off) when it came to the time when the boy needed to put his ass in the air.

With some, when it comes to being with me, they need some assurances. I need assurances too. I’ve had too many catfish — so many, I could open a seafood restaurant. I need convinced a person is real.

He needed convincing I’d not leave him with HIV or an STD.

Supposedly, he was in my hotel when he sent this line:

“I’m sorry I keep asking but it would be bad for a nurse to pop up with HIV.”

I went back to reread that.

Surely, someone going into healthcare — someone who would care for people with all sorts of diseases, disorders and maladies — did not just imply that male nurses were not supposed to become poz.

Having known plenty of poz men (and women) in many, many professions including nursing (and doctoring, for that matter), my hard cock took a turn south as the blood rushed to my finger tips and I furiously began typing to this little fucker.

I was pissed.

Would it be bad for a nurse to pop up diabetic? With high cholesterol? Obese?

This young man needed to get some sense fucked into him but I wasn’t going to do it, especially since I’d assured him I wasn’t giving him anything he’d judged as “bad.” In the end, I thought it better to deny him cock and cum. I just couldn’t support him knowing that his sexy ass somehow justified him getting bred. Sure, I could have bred him, telling him I was filling him up with toxic, puss-filled, virus-laden cum. But it would just play into the damned critics who make my life enough of a challenge I’m in semi-retirement now.

Instead, I sent him on his way without his ass fulfilled with what he really needed. And I told him that he indeed turned into the bottom inspiration that brought me out of retirement to write.

I hope no one gets sick and gets cared for by this little son-of-a-bitch. If you do and he perceives you somehow, Male Nurse McJudgie is not going to give you 100% of the loving care you deserve.

May his ass rot cumless (and condomless) until his dying day.

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Ramses or TheBestHands or TheBestHandsGa

TheBestHands Works Out the Knots

Ramses

Available on MasseurFinder.com as TheBestHandsGa Open-New-Window-External and TheBestHands Open-New-Window-External
Email Ramses at MassagesByRamses@gmail.com mail
Also advertises on Craigslist.org in Therapeutic Services Open-New-Window-External

ramses-chest Highlights

bullet 32 year old, Latino, smooth, toned, 5-foot 8-inch, black hair, light goatee, non-smoker
bullet Massages in his briefs
bullet Deep tissue & Swedish combination with hot stones, cranial sacral & trigger point elements
bullet Massages on a table in a clean, serene space dedicated to massage
bullet 60 minutes for $80 or 90 minutes for $120 (in call) every day but Sunday
bullet Located in northwestern Atlanta/Buckhead between I-85 and Highway 400 near Lenox inside a gated apartment community
bullet Ramses has roommates but good privacy
bullet Happy endings as a hand-job

four-out-of-five-stars rating

Sometimes it’s about the massage.

In the past, I’ve just been lucky in my distant past to have massage therapists who give great massage and happy endings Opens new window of a page on this blog, but it’s been a while since that happened. Since then, I’ve been on a search for the perfect combination.

I’ll admit. For a while, I settled on a straight therapist who gave great massage but never touched my dick. My happy ending happened to be when he cradled my head in his broad hands and did something with his finger tips to seemingly cause tingles down my spine then he’d balance my Chakras. Now I’m not much of one for such bullshit, but I’ll admit I actually felt something and I felt better.

ramses-IIWhen I saw Ramses ad, I felt a little tingle too, but not in the same places as the straight guy.

I always like the exotics, that’s no secret. Ramses didn’t seem stuck-up, like a lot of the other guys. His rates were reasonable and he answered all my questions, assuring he was indeed trained in massage.

His massage space was well-lit and warm with one of those running water meditation things. Ramses was shy, or so it seemed. He didn’t try to engage in conversation at all other than asking me if I had any issues.

He stripped down to briefs. But his large nipples and naturally smooth, taught body proved to be a joy to watch (at least when I was face up).

The room was warm, linens clean and smelled fresh without some overpowering scent.

His hands weren’t large but I’ve got to tell you, those fingers found their way into some deep knots. His deep tissue techniques were truly deep to the point of getting a little painful. But when he really reached into some painful moments with his fingers and elbow, he would let his other hand venture to my butt cheeks and down toward my taint.

Pain and pleasure.

That mixture truly worked and reminded me to take deep breaths through it.

As our time progressed, he progressively got more sensual. Unfortunately, my hand would brush against him as well and I could sense this was something he did not like (which I later confirmed). Although he would tolerate mutual touch, his preference was to work on his client.

No problem, of course except that he had one of those bodies one might want to touch.

He did venture into my crack but his fingers barely touched my bunghole, even as I’d told him that I showered prior to my arrival. This seems to be a trend among most massage therapists. Unless he advertises prostate massage, he’ll stay away from the asshole. I don’t get why just touching it is so verboten.

When I flipped over, Ramses provided some terrific cranial sacral therapy beginning with just a touch of aromatherapy to open up my sinuses (which can get clogged when you’re face-down for an hour). He also integrated a little trigger point into this and I found that I started to relax nicely.

He worked on my arms and legs more before heading toward my cock to get intensely sensual. I did ask him to take off his shorts at this point. He hesitated but obliged so I got a wonderful view of his ass. He clenched his ass so my fingertips never accidentally ventured too deep. His uncut cock never really inflated any, showing me just how uninterested he happened to be in me and why he seemed to pull away.

Nothing close to oral ever happened and despite my assurance that my nipples provided absolutely no stimulation, his non-jacking hand seemed to work on my upper body. I’d informed Ramses that my erotic spots were all around my nutsack but maybe the language barrier prevented him from getting my concept.

Nonetheless, after 90 minutes of relaxation, touching and attention by a man with a gorgeous body and his expert manipulation of my cock, I found myself on the edge without any poppers.

When I cum, I begin shooting copious amounts early before I actually experience the orgasm. My cockhead swells and a lot of white spunk begins to spill out. He suddenly wants to stop. I encourage him on. He barely jerks me though it before he’s out the door, headed to bathroom to clean his hands.

Um…. you can’t get anything from jerking a guy off.

The boy was afraid of cum.

Forget about fucking him (or him fucking you, although he’s definitely a bottom).

And I was a little disappointed by the ending. But as I considered the whole experience, I realized just how competent Ramses happened to be. Impressively so. His massage truly provides “relief” from life’s stresses. His handjob work got me off sans poppers and I enjoyed it. If he relaxed a little and didn’t fear the sperm, it would be perfect.

Who am I kidding? It would be perfect if he sat on my cock.

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Revised and Updated Guide to Poppers

Sneaky Euphoria, Light Scent Earns Amsterdam XXX Poppers Four-and-a-Half Stars

Welcome to a new review of poppers from World-Aromas.com Open-New-Window-External. Over the next several weeks (as I fuck), I’ll be trying out different poppers from Europe and available for shipping worldwide from World-Aromas.com Open-New-Window-External.
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Amsterdam XXX

RECOMMENDED FOR NEW, NOVICE, ADVANCED
AND EVERYDAY USE

I wanted to try Amsterdam XXX poppers from World-Aromas.com Open-New-Window-External due to the similarity in name to Amsterdam (Pink Label) Opens new window of a page on this blog, one of my favorite poppers of all time.

Apparently, the pink-labeled Amsterdam’s reputation precedes it since there’s so many other poppers use the name: There’s the silver-label Amsterdam Special (it’s not very good) and Original Amsterdam Gold Opens new window of a page on this blog (which I’ll try later). Or maybe it’s the reputation of the city as a free-flowing, sexually liberal oasis that causes all these popper companies buy into the moniker.

Nonetheless, Amsterdam XXX lives up to its pinko American counterpart.

The euphoria created by the pink-labeled version comes from a harsher, chemical scent. When I first cracked open Amsterdam XXX and put it up to my nose, I barely smelled anything.

Here I am, pausing in the midst of fucking, to snort some poppers. My engorged cock is inside an ass. This wasn’t a popper piggy session. I normally snort poppers for the climatic moment in this fuck session and, I’m having a bit of a panic that Amsterdam XXX lacks the punch to make it a truly enjoyable ride.

Boy, was I ever wrong.

Amsterdam XXX comes with a delayed effect. As I slid my cock in and out of the bottom’s ass several more times, my head began what I can only describe as the roller-coaster ride of euphoria brought on by these European poppers. Not quite as strong as their American, pink-labeled cousins but still with a nice punch, I found myself enjoying the experience as I cascaded over the orgasmic plateau and began pumping cum deep into the bottom’s guts.

Truth is, I tried Amsterdam XXX with five different fucks. One was an orgy where I deposited loads number 17 and 18 of 26 total into one slinged bottom. Amsterdam XXX proved strong enough to give me enough OOMPH for that second load — a quality reserved for few poppers.

The lack of that overwhelming scent and the deceptive rise into euphoria makes Amsterdam XXX appropriate, even for new users (although I still prefer Taiwan Blue Opens new window of a page on this blog). And the come-down from the high isn’t a cliff-dive or all that disorienting. I didn’t experience any headache.

As of February 2013, the 10ml bottle runs £6.50. That’s $10.27 or €7.68 at current exchange rates. When you consider free worldwide shipping Open-New-Window-External, that’s a bargain. Three bottles are £18 or $28.45 or €21.28. If you go to many stores here in the U.S. to buy Jungle Juice Platinum Opens new window of a page on this blog, you will likely pay $25 to $35, so you’re getting three fresh bottles at a much reduced price.

 

Four-and-a-half Stars

How do you like Amsterdam XXX? Rate this popper by clicking the stars rating on this page! You can also comment below and post your own review. 

Pros

Non-chemical scent; sneaky euphoria; appropriate for all popper users

Cons

Not much, but the high could be a touch higher

 

Where to get Amsterdam XXX

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