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My European Vacation Adventure Begins Soon

My European Vacation Adventure Begins Soon

Contrary to popular belief, I do not go places to fuck.

It’s more about my normal release schedule and fitting the fucks into what’s going on in my life. I’m doing a little European vacation and, to be honest, it’s a bit of a whirlwind. I’m hitting a couple of countries, each in a day (and you could say “daze” as well) to determine whether I want to return and invest more time.

My schedule posted to BBRT is generally accurate, as you all can check out under my same name (public link here).

If you’re in Europe, always use my contact page or Twitter or BBRT to get in touch. Might be nice to get a pint with another BBBH brother.

Cheers, tally-ho and Goede reis!

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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,

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Gaucho De Niro Bends Over for My Cock

Gaucho De Niro Bends Over for My Cock

My timing is a bit off over the last week or so. Not sure what the deal might be but I’ve found myself a little late or a little early. Friday I hit the local adult bookstore before heading home at the behest of a bottom for a quick breeding, missing him by about 10 minutes — or so he claimed via text. He’d bailed after getting “bred by the biggest cock there ever.”

Generally I’m not inclined to believe that shit except for the fact I ended up encountering a big-dicked guy who’s cock smelled like he’d unloaded deep in a raw ass. A raw ass that had failed to clean out very well and the top didn’t exactly hit the bathroom sink after the fuck.

Anyway, it’s a little disappointing that the bottom took one load and bolted. Still, the big-dicked top had probably stretched that ass out. But it left me with nothing around that evening but a slightly adequate blowjob by a bubba before heading home.

So Saturday morning, I vowed to find some ass and I headed back down again.

Again, I had the promise of a bottom. This time, a tight but older muscleman who failed to how up until at least 90 minutes after his appointed promised hour. Searching for him resulted in me ending up in a room with a Gaucho from Argentina.

If it weren’t for the fact we were in Georgia at an adult bookstore and he was at least 20 years younger, I’d swear he looked like Robert De Niro. Swarthy good looks with a smooth demeanor and the facial mole in almost the perfect place, he passed by me into a room and motioned me in before locking the door behind us. In a broken English and heavy accent, he asked what I’d do.

“I’m a top,” I said.

“I bottom,” he said.

Then his pants and shirt came off. Completely naked, his uncut pinga suspended between us before kneeling and sucking my cock to it’s full erectness as I too stripped down. He licked his hand as he stood and turned around. Despite having a whole room, he leaned against the wall and pulled my cock toward his hole.

He didn’t need to ask twice.

Most Latinos have just a bit of hair, especially along the crack of their ass. Some have a fair amount on their ass. This Gaucho didn’t. Nothing. Smooth. If he shaved, even the sensitive head of my cock didn’t detect the prickly pear stubble in finding his hole.

I slid part way and then encountered his ring. I pushed forward. He pushed back. It took some pressure for me to break through.

I needed to add more spit to give us enough lubricant and make it slick enough to really fuck. But pretty soon his face was pressed into the wall and he looked like I might press him deep into the drywall.

Moved him toward the crappy bed. Since opening the upstairs here, the fags have taken to slashing open the cushions so attempts at duct taping this one up had long since failed. We found a spot and I began pumping him in earnest.

He began saying I could come over to his house sometime and fuck him and his “daddy.” I slowed up enough to allow him to pull up a phone photo of a too-fat guy. Oh I don’t mind the older men and I especially like some beef, but this guy had a few too many miles and way too many pounds. My cock would never reach his hole.

“No man,” I said. “Just want to breed you.”

“Oh no,” he said. “No cum in mi culo. We use condom.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’m not cumming yet.”

Of course, this set off alarm bells for me. I reached for my shorts while he fumbled to put up him phone. My cock slipped out of his ass, of course. I pulled out my poppers. “Want some poppers?”

“Sí,” he said, then taking a snort. I took my snort then went to fucking.

“No cum yet,” he said.

“Don’t worry,” I said, lying. “You’ll know when I cum.”

His ass was so damn smooth. And while his chute was too, it had a wicked curve up that made really sticking it deep on a consistent basis tough. But I kept pace and knew it wouldn’t be too long. I began to fuck a little harder. He began to moan a little louder.

I didn’t care. I could feel him approaching his own orgasm but mine wasn’t too far off either. I closed my eyes and felt his hole began to spasm as I kept up the pace. And I began to release my load into his raw ass.

Then his ass seized up. It clenched down on my cock and I had to stop. I only hoped I wasn’t throbbing any more.

His ass got so tight, it began to squeeze me out. I looked down as I slipped out of his smooth ass and saw my cock slide out with a cum string remaining, connecting his asshole with my still hard and still wet cock. I wiped it off, but he turned around to see my hand on the head of my cock.

“Did you cum?”

“No,” I said. “Not yet. Did you?”

“Sí,” he said. “Feel good. Sorry I could not wait.”

“It’s alright,” I said. I was reaching for my pants as he reached for his clothes. “Where are you from?”

“Argentina,” he said.

“Cool,” I said, then thinking I’d never fucked an Argentinian.

“You sure you no cum?”

“Nope,” I said. “I’m very loud when I cum.”

Still, I left to head home quite satisfied. And he went home to daddy with my load inside him.

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Upcoming Features on iBLASTinside.com from Bareback Advocate & Raw Top Mark Bentson

Upcoming Features on iBLASTinside.com from Bareback Advocate & Raw Top Mark Bentson

I’m glad to say the iBLASTinside.com (the blog) is hitting some new heights — at least in visitors. And I’m enjoying it more and more.

Yet there’s only so many entries I can write about breeding this man or that man. In fact, it can get a little boring and time consuming since too many of the asses I fuck aren’t all that interesting and they’re little more than equitable to jerking off. I try to find a way to make a fuck compelling. Sometimes I even choose to engage someone more challenging to get just in order to make an eventual entry story something I can hook, you, the reader.

Moreover, it would be more compelling if I had an “on-going” engagement with a bottom and could write a series of encounters with him. Of late, those I’ve fucked haven’t really been up to it or, those who have, aren’t of interest to me. I’d make it interesting. We’d fuck in unusual places and, sometimes, I’d give him goals to meet prior to our fucking (like bring me an ass full of five loads from five different men before I fuck you).

Plus, I want to do the ultimate degradation to one bottom and make a devil’s dick of other bottoms’ cum. Then line up several tops (and versatile bottoms) to fuck the hell out of him.

Okay, I’m getting a little distracted from the point of this piece.

I’m going to be trying out some new features and inviting you to participate — if you’re interested.

The first one I already announced: The iBLASTinside Bareback Theater, which features only Treasure Island Media movies. Known for the best in barebacking reality porn, you can see the latest and the classics from TIM with the hottest stars and amateurs (after all, how did they get 20 loads and 50 loads into Dawson respectively without finding volunteers?).

Also of the movie variety is the greater variety XHD Bareback Movie Gallery available in extra high-definition for your computer and featuring a new movie every day. You can see Treasure Island Media along with Dark Alley Media, Dick Wadd and many, many others. It’s all bareback, of course. And you can find the 100 most recent releases and see previews.

iBLASTinside's Bareback Porn Star ProfileTo make this even more fun, I’m going to be interviewing some actors from these films in my Bareback Porn Star Profiles.

Of course, we all have access to today’s porn performers via a variety of ways, but I want to ask some of the basic questions along with the unusual.

Performing on camera is one thing, but the real life man is another. What makes the man tick? What gets his cock hard or his hole twitch?

I think bareback porn strips away all the fake porn crap and allows a performer to be more the man he really sees himself as being. Sure, we all know porn likes to put on a show. Let’s find out what’s fantasy and what’s real.

In other words, I’m taking the condom off porn and giving it to you raw and uncensored.

iBLASTinside's Escort Bareback Confessions The next bit of fun we’ll also have with sex professionals and that’s the Escort Bareback Confessions. Similar to the Bareback Porn Profile but a bit more discrete, I’m going to have a conversations with sex professionals like the following:

  • “Condom” porn stars who’ve had a slip-up in their safer sex policies
  • Massage therapists who just let the fucking flow on occasion
  • Escorts who advertise safe sex but for the right amount, go raw
  • Bareback escorts who do it all without giving a care in the world
  • Strippers who have gone home with a whale who made it rain
  • The condom that “broke” or slipped off with a client
  • And so much more…

These are all stories I’ve heard and know are true — especially since I’ve done it to some of these guys.

iBLASTinside's Bareback Loading ZoneFinally, I’ve been lucky to have a few guest entries in the past. I want to invite more — many more. Tell your stories to me, send your pictures and movies.

You don’t have to be a terrific writer, movie-maker or photographer. Just good enough to get the idea across. I’ll do a little editing and get it into place then post then to the newest entry: iBLASTinside’s Loading Zone.

Of course, your identity will be protected (if you’d like). If you have a photo, I’ll blur out the details of your face (but never your cock or ass or creampie).

This gives you a place to confess, tell your story, document your fuck. Get your breeding out there. Don’t just know the DNA is flowing in your veins. Give it additional life on the Internet with your own spin. And I’ll help.

Finally, I’ve “met” many people. Readers e-mail me, tweet me and even message me on BarebackRT.com. And sometimes I actually meet and fuck them. But then sometimes, there’s a catfish or simply a fake or flake.

Since I have exposed some flakes and fakes, isn’t it right I let you know the real ones? The men I’ve fucked and even those I haven’t but I know they’re real and accepting loads.

So I’ve created iBLASTinside’s Broken Virginity Seal of Approval. This highlights real men (and rates them).

Of course, if I haven’t fucked you, I’m glad to try it (if you meet my needs and requirements). Then if you’d like, I’ll be glad to provide my Broken Virginity Seal of Approval.

I hope you enjoy all these!

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With all of these features, it takes a little participation from you, my readers. I need you. If you’re a bareback porn performer, an escort, a massage therapist, a male stripper, a sex worker of some sort, someone who’s barebacked (and has a story to tell), you need to get in touch with me. Believe me. Whatever way is the easiest. E-mail me. Tweet me. Message me on BBRT. Fill out the form on this site.

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My Name Isn’t Hansel and I Don’t Follow Breadcrumbs

My Name Isn’t Hansel and I Don’t Follow Breadcrumbs

I don’t know what the fucking deal is lately with bottoms. You want fucked? Then give me your address. I’m not on a scavenger hunt for ass.

A bottom I’ve been texting with for about a week finally had his home to himself yesterday and invited me to swing by after work. I let him know I was available. He then began to dole out a little piece of information to tell me where to go then, once there, I was to text him for the next destination. It was like I was going to some sort of money drop for a ransom demand.

Told him to forget it.

Another bottom of late offered to be ass-up and naked at his apartment. One would drive there then text from the front gate and, then and only then, would the dumb bottom release the code to get in. Following that, you’d get the apartment building and number.

Told him to forget it.

Yet another local has been trying to convince me he will “meet” at the front of his community rather than at his apartment. He’ll guide me to his apartment.

Told him to forget it.

I don’t mind men who have the balls to tell me they’re not into me. I mean, we’re not all into each other. But I’m not on some cruel wild good chase, following text messages all over the planet. Believe me, if you want to see someone who will get spiteful, just do that to me.

Where’s the balls?