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Celibacy: The Only Option

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Dear Reader:

I’ve decided to try Celibacy on as an option.

I recently found the Apostolic Pentecostal Rectory of Internal Light on Forsyth Industrial Road in South Tucker, just outside Atlanta.

I’ve been learning about how it’s not God’s Will for those of us challenged with these sins of the flesh must turn away and, if we cannot convert, we must abstain.

So I am beginning my abstinence.

I apologize for all the harm I have caused in my time writing this blog. I hope that my time of personal reflection in the years to come will allow you all to forgive me.

Sincerely,

Mark-Signature-Black

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What Was Something You Said? Looking for More Comments from My Many Readers

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I am blessed on this blog to have many, many readers. In fact, 2012 saw just short of a half million visitors to iBLASTinside.com. Thank you.

iblastinsides-statsAs it turns out, 2013 looks like it will be even better. Don’t ask me what happened, but I saw a huge jump in readers starting Jan. 21. You can see it with online stats.

I get e-mails, more often on BarebackRT.com Open-New-Window-External than any place. And I appreciate the kind words.

But I’d truly love to see people comment more on the website. Whether it’s a couple of words or something more, the comments do mean something to me.

Now telling me you’d wish I’d die or you’d like to kill me or I’m a horrible person…  I get a lot of hate mail in my inbox mail2. That is crap I do delete. It does no good for me to print a dozen comments from condom Nazis Open-New-Window-External saying safer sex is the only viable option.

However, if I get intelligent discourse, even from a condom Nazi, I’ll print it. Respect me, I’ll respect you.

In general, I just want to read a little more from you.

Postscript

I want to give a shout-out to Robert Alvarez, a Psychic Witch in New York City who’s been devouring my blog of late and, with every post he reads, he comments. His own blog is available at http://thetarotman.wordpress.com Open-New-Window-External.

I won’t begin to say I understand Wiccan as a religion, although I knew several in my college years. I respect it as a faith — much as I do with other faiths. Anyone who can adhere to faith and take that leap deserves my respect, as a skeptic, I cannot seem to stick with a faith since I’m someone who needs evidence.

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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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The Bareback Brotherhood Is Not Composed of Bombers, Radicals or Religious Nuts

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Today, I stumbled around the Twitterverse and ended up checking out entries from Chris Ashford’s @lawandsexuality, which mentioned barebacking, for which he apologized for writing about again. Apparently drag porn producer Chi Chi LaRue and Treasure Island Media are in some kind of public relations war that Chris’ blog is much better at explaining. You can visit his blog here: http://lawandsexuality.blogspot.com.

Imagine, though, my surprise to see on February 7th that Chris wrote an entry titled: “Raw Pride and the Bareback Brotherhood,” which you can read in its entirety before getting into my response.

His blog explains that Chris is a “Reader in Law and Society in the Department of Law at the University of Sunderland in the UK” (for Americans and others unfamiliar with the United Kingdom’s academic system, here’s what a “reader” is). As any academic, Chris makes a great many assumptions about the Bareback Brotherhood and relates our group to some really interesting things including the revolution in Egypt (as all the Founders are either from the United States or United Kingdom, I’m having trouble figuring that out) and we’re also equated to Muslims.

Rather than just address Chris on his blog, I thought I’d also engage him here so everyone in academia and law might understand that these were more synaptic leaps in Chris Ashford’s own brain rather than an actual discussion with me or any other Founders of the Bareback Brotherhood.

You will forgive me, but I must repeat the entire entry because it is relevant. The opening sentences seems benign enough:

I’m struck by the rapidly developing nature of the online space for barebacking men. There are well known commercial websites that have been discussed by academics and journalists alike, and they do seem to be undergoing steady growth.

But by the third sentence, we’ve made a radical turn, as you’ll read:

One bugchasing discussion board site is in decline owing to the sites owner not apparently paying pays but that has spawned new sites and a collective discussion about ‘identity’ and perhaps most fascinating of all, the notion of saving an online community. As one site dies, people have come to realise the value of these sites for expressing their desire and identity.

Now I’m not certain how familiar Chris is with the right-wing, extremely biased Fox News or the left-leaning MSNBC News in the United Kingdom, but what he’s just done for his readers is establish this:

FALSE POINT #1

Barebacking Equals Bugchasing

Boy, where the hell do I start? How do I start explaining to someone that barebacking does not equal bugchasing.

For those of you who might not know what bugchasing is, let me explain. Bugchasing is the act of someone who is usually HIV negative purposely seeking out people who are HIV positive with the intention of being repeatedly infected and seroconverted. Bugchasers are a segment of the barebacking community, but I would suggest a small portion.

Let’s continue down the path of this entry rather than going off on a tangent of bugchasing.

Set against this background, Twitter and Facebook are enabling the barebackers and bugchasers (there is overlap but it’s wrong to lump everyone together) to establish and consolidate a sense of community.

Now notice that Chris says it’s “wrong” to lump everyone together but yet he does.  He’s set us “against this background” and “overlapped” us together. And now the Brotherhood is introduced.

The latest of these, with a new Facebook page and also a Twitter hashtag – #BBBH – is calling itself ‘The Bareback Brotherhood’.

The IBlastinside blog (NSFW) is written by one of the group’s founders and he reveals on his blog how the group came to form. He writes: ‘Over the last week or so, a group of Twitter users have really stepped it up a notch and connected online. This sudden enthusiasm for barebacking seems to have reached a tipping point where enough men have finally found each other’.

The group has a Facebook profile and a discussion board. It’s all non-commercial and seems to have genuinely grown organically from a community of men who have found each other online. This emerging community is of course fascinating for socio-legal scholars, for as I have previously written, I believe that there is a coming culture crisis involving bareback sex.

Chris introduces us as a group of barebackers and bugchasers. From this, he indicates there’s a “coming culture crisis.” Okay. Now I’m interested.

The emergence of a radical identity is therefore really significant. Bareback ceases to be merely a form of casual sexual behaviour, but a conscious empowered and radical act and identity. The Facebook page has one posting with the slogan: ‘By barebackers, For barebackers – no judgement; fucking without fear – Raw Pride’.

A new word is introduced here. One we haven’t noticed before. Do you see it. “Radical.” Interesting. Notice that he says that we have a “radical identity” rather than “casual sexual behaviour.”

FALSE POINT #2

Barebacking Equals Radical

I’ll get back to “radical” in a moment because Chris’ last paragraph is coming up. That’s where we take the next big leap. And it’s a huge one.

The notion of ‘Raw Pride’ is fast gaining currency and the phrase ‘fucking without fear’, similarly gaining recognition. Bareback is a means of defining identity, it has a tangible community in cyberspace and is now honing a political and activist message. The Bareback Brotherhood (which amidst the crisis in Egypt has overtones of the Muslim Brotherhood – a group often labeled as ‘extreme’), may well fizzle out, but either way, it could be another important moment in the bareback phenomenon.

Okay, how the fuck did we get equated to the Revolution in Egypt? Because we used the word “brotherhood”?

FALSE POINT #3

Barebacking Equals Muslim

Let me suggest to Chris that he might have been missing something but there’s been a barebacking community for a helluva long time. As a long-time barebacker, I’ve been involved in groups. Don’t get me wrong, I welcome the Bareback Brotherhood and the space we’ve created online. I am glad that this group grew from a grassroots discussion among some incredibly normal people, none of which want to strap a bomb to their chest and blow up a condom factory.

I would also not want to step out and speak for any of my Brothers but I am offended by the words Chris Asford uses. Equating the Bareback Brotherhood as a group advocating, encouraging or even suggesting that bugchasing is our intention sets a premise that is wrong on so many levels.

Then we get into the word “radical” — a word so politically charged, it cannot be uttered.

Let me state this plainly, as Chris does.

Barebacking is a “casual” sexual act that so many men does but will not admit. Barebacking developed a stigma somewhere along the way. We are left with men who fuck bareback in the dark and wake up the next morning in shame and embarrassment that they actually enjoyed themselves. Bareback sex isn’t a radical act. It’s the most natural act.

I’d suggest the radical, unnatural act is to put a piece of plastic between you and the person with whom you’re being intimate.

And finally to suggest that we even though about being Muslim, the Muslim Brotherhood just plain sickens me.

I am the person who came up with the name the “Bareback Brotherhood” and the hashtag #BBBH. You want to know why, Chris?

Alliteration.

Hell, I even thought about #BIC (Brothers in Cum) but that hashtag was already in use by the Brethren in Christ. Bareback Brothers and #BBB or #BB wouldn’t work (Better Business Bureau and BlackBerry respectively).

As an academic, Chris, I hope you’ll consider contacting me or any of my Brothers to ask us what we think rather than making these leaps.

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Male Population

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Breaking Down the Male Population

A night a while back, one of my acquaintances online lamented that in his corner of the world, he’d fucked every asshole there was available. Knowing where his corner of the planet happened to be in proximity to a couple of universities and other places of “higher learning” (read “extreme intoxication” and frat boy experimentation) and knowing my chat friend happened to be in his rather youthful 20s (hey, black don’t crack), I challenged him on his theory that he lacked any options.

Inevitably, this proceeded to my own hypothesis, tested out time and time again over the past two-and-a-half decades, that about two-thirds of men can be had. So I decided to put together my own chart to help explain where I stand on the male population.

Chart of what the breakdown should be...

Men, to begin with, exist on a different level than women. Men experience the world through our senses — sights, sounds, smells even. Women allow their emotions to maneuver through this existence. Right or wrong, it doesn’t matter.

This is my totally unscientific study and, by that, I mean I’m probably off by 2 to 3 percentage points.

Gay Men (24 percent)

Let’s begin with Gay men, which roughly break down into two categories: Out and Closeted. Depending where you are on the planet, the ratio between Out and Closeted vary and allow me to suggest why this is the case.

First, of course, the geographic location. In the South, where I happen to live, assault by Biblical texts will chase a man into the closet faster than a Baptist at a liquor store’s front door and he sees his preacher. In some countries, especially the Middle East and Africa, we’re talking torture and death if you’re discovered, so get comfy.

Second, and this is a biggie, is your position. If you’re a top, it’s so very easy to be closeted. Remember, a hole is a hole since men experience the world through sensory input. Natural tops can spend their lives closing their eyes, visualizing a man and fucking. So you wonder why there are so few tops, there you go.

Finally, the world is a place where, for the time being, we’re all about averages. What’s the average salary, the average distance, the average penis length, the average color, the average everything. The politically correct thing isn’t to say Asians have small cocks and African Americans have huge schlongs. Society — and I’m not talking about the Bible or morals — has decided that it’s “normal” to be married with a wife and kids. Believe me, my job would be so much more fucking easy if I played golf and talked about the little woman. I’d be ahead in my career if I were “straight.” Being closeted is a way to get ahead in my career.

In other words, religion, sex and money will put you in the closet.

So no matter what Kinsey report or survey says, I believe that when you get right down to it, a solid 24 percent of the male population is gay. You read me right. I believe almost a quarter. I am not kidding.

Bi Men (3 to 4 percent)

Funny thing, I figure the Bi men might get a little pissed at this one. I think the true Bi men — the ones hovering in the true center — might be the minority. Give me a moment to explain.

Kinsey created a scale of 0 to 6 where zero was exclusively heterosexual and six was exclusively homosexual, as illustrated by this chart I’ve included from Wikipedia.org:

Theoretically, that’s cool, but if you truly believe that Kinsey was onto something, then wouldn’t you need to be a perfect three? Actually, wouldn’t you need to be exactly 3½ or a 3.5 to be a true bisexual? Otherwise, you’d teeter off to either a homosexual or heterosexual side of the equation?

See? (Chart altered by me to show the perfect center.)

Again, men experience life through their senses, so you can fuck any hole. But seriously, the emotional attachment comes into the equation, you fall down on one side or the other and men may try out both sides but eventually settle on one or the other. True bisexuals are rare. That’s another reason why the Gay population is larger in my sampling.

Six-Pack Queers (23 percent)

Six-Pack Queers deserve a class of their own, although they’d probably end up split between Closeted and Bisexuals, if we could. If you were or are in the military, you automatically qualify for Six-Pack Queers. This classification is based on a joke I heard years ago.

Q. What’s the difference between a straight Marine and a Gay Marine?

A. A six pack.

In other words, get a Marine drunk and he’ll have sex with you. By the way, I’ve fucked more Marines that way. I’ve had every branch of the military (during active duty) except Coast Guard (if they count).

When you impair a man’s senses, he can justify his actions better. He can say he didn’t realize that he was sucking cock, getting fucked or whatever. He hides his true emotional and physical desires behind the booze. He’s easy to pick up at the bar. He’s the stupid blond sorority girl with the mating call of “I’m so drunk.”

Now not all Six-Pack Queers are necessarily in a bar, but finding one lurking there makes it easier to get him inebriated and into your orbit. If they’re not drinking, you can’t get them. Six-Pack Queers will not have sex while they’re sober.

To get a Six-Pack Queer takes a certain type of approach. As I explained, think of yourself as a predator on a nature program. You must approach your prey and seek his weak spots, exploit them and then attack mercilessly. As he whines about some ex-girlfriend, stuff his mouth with your cock and work it. Getting emotionally attached to any Six-Pack Queer will be the worst thing possible.

Straight Bottoms (19 percent)

For any man who has had the pleasure of something shoved up his ass knows the intensity of an item tickling his prostate, thankyouverymuch. Even though I’m a top, I know that prostate stimulation can provide some incredible pleasure. For natural bottoms, that experience is intensified.

Who said bottoms couldn’t be straight?

So let’s take a walk on the wild side for a moment. Let’s just suppose for a moment that a percentage of all straight men are, indeed, natural bottoms. They like — in fact, love and prefer — having things shoved up their asses.

Certainly, your girlfriend or wife or female whatever would strap one on and shove a fake cock up the ass. The plastic would feel good. It would. A certain need would be fulfilled.

However, let’s just be honest. Fake is fake. We can all pretend like tofu is meat but after a while, we want the real thing. It’s not Gay to want a real cock up your ass.

I believe the Chicks with Dicks phenomenon comes from this place, because I’m certainly not interested in any titty-heavy bitches with pricks. Who would be? What would Chicks with Dicks target? Where’s the market? Could it be straight men who want to get fucked maybe?

True Straights (31 percent)

Gotta love the Straight Boys. Believe me, there are plenty out there. And you might want to believe you’re one of them, but if you’re reading this, chances are you aren’t one. Not much to say about the ones walking the Straight and Narrow except they know that a mouth does have gender.

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