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Loading Zone: Handcuffs Add Confidence to San Diego Top’s First Stealth

Loading Zone: Handcuffs Add Confidence to San Diego Top’s First Stealth

[alert style=”green”]Welcome to iBLASTinside’s Bareback Loading Zone, the place where readers and fans of iBLASTinside.com send and post their own tales and adventures. These are all true and told to Mark who occasionally massages the writing a little if needed.

Today’s submission comes from a top named Peter from San Diego. He’s a beefy, hot blond in his twenties who prefers raw sex. He ran across a bottom he really wanted to fuck but the bottom insisted on a condom. Peter got what he wanted. The bottom got fucked.[/alert]

My Very First Stealth

I’ve been able to get my fair share of hookups even though I’ve turned down a few on occasions because they wouldn’t let me fuck them raw. Recently, I was very intrigued when I heard that there was still a way to bareback a guy even though he’s requesting a condom.

iBLASTinside's Bareback Loading ZoneI found out exactly what stealth Link Opens in a New Window is and what it entails through a friend who has done it many times. Once I learned some of the techniques, I decided to practice, practice, practice Link Opens in a New Window before doing the real deal on an unsuspecting dude.

One way to break down a condom is to leave it out in the hot sun, put it in the freezer, and then take it out into the hot sun again Link Opens in a New Window. I combined this technique with using a pin to poke a hole in the condom while it was still in its wrapper Link Opens in a New Window.

After a series of practices, I finally felt comfortable enough to do it for real. I made contact with a hot stud who insisted on a condom. This fit guy in his mid-twenties with brown hair stood about five-foot-ten and a tight 150 pounds. He was a little hairy and nicely tanned. I told that’s not a problem to use a condom and I will bring one for our time together.

I get to his place and we exchanged pleasantries. Soon we were both naked and kissing each other. I showed him what I brought: A condom and a pair of handcuffs. He smiled at me and just said, “That’s kinky.”

I turned the stud around and cuffed his hands behind his back. I pushed him down to his knees and came back around in front of him. I started to facefuck him with intensity to get my cock wet from his saliva.

After my cock was rock hard, I told him it was time so I pushed his head to the ground with his ass sticking up. I took the bottle of SpunkLube Link Opens in a New Window and generously used a lot on my cock and in his asshole so he would hopefully not feel my cum inside him later.

I made it a point to show him the condom in its unopened package. I then shifted right behind him where he couldn’t see me and tore the wrapper open. I quickly placed the special prepared condom on my stiff cock.

With the preparation of breaking down the condom, it was fairly simple to tear a hole so that the head of my cock was sticking out through the broken condom. I was able to do it fast enough not to raise any suspicion from the stud.

I teased the stud by tapping my cockhead onto his tight opening. Naturally, he thought there was a layer between my cock and his asshole. I asked him if he was ready for me to give it to him just like it is and he said, “Fuck yeah.”

I started to pound his hole slowly, but gained momentum and force with each thrust. I can tell he was enjoying it thoroughly, but I must admit it felt foreign having something around my cock like that.

We fucked for about 20 minutes in several positions with his hands continually being cuffed behind his back. I never took my cock out of his hole while shifting around as I wanted to make sure he didn’t see the altered condom.

When we were facing each other with his ankles over my shoulders and my cock deep in him, I leaned onto him so he was basically doubled up. I grabbed the back of his head and we started to deep tongue kiss for a few minutes.

After the romantic interlude, I shifted him back to the doggie position so that his head was back on the floor. I was getting close so I started to jack him off while I was pounding him. He wasn’t able to touch his own cock because of the cuffs.

With the stud in front of me and unable to see, I finally took my rock hard cock out of his ass just to check it out. It was a very unique sight to have the condom cover only the shaft of my cock and not the head. A few seconds later, I reinserted my cock into his ass.

I was trying to time it so that we would both cum at the exact same time in which he would be much less aware that I’m blasting inside his guts. It was working as I could feel him getting close and I was only moments away.

The stud tighten up his sphincter muscle and he started to release his load while I was jacking him off. In unison, I started to blast inside. It was such a fucking hot feeling of not pulling out that I continued to fuck him for awhile with my cum mixed in.

We were both spent. I left him handcuffed for a few minutes longer as I jumped up and went to the bathroom. I threw the condom into the toilet and flushed it down with my piss to remove any evidence.

I came back into the bedroom and planted a deep kiss on his lips while holding the back of his head with one hand and his cuffed wrist with my other hand. He reply that it was one of the hottest scenes he’s been in. I smiled and winked.

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Ooops… I Did It Again

Ooops… I Did It Again

A horndog night ends. A bud and I end up a Eros in Atlanta. His choice, not mine. But I’m given an hour.

I’ve got to admit I had a few too many and, while I wasn’t shitfaced, I didn’t quite measure up to fully in control. I arrived with a parched throat looking forward to a Diet Coke only to find the fucking soda fountain plastered with a few too many “out of order” signs. So it was warm bottled water.

Yuck.

I wandered through the maze and black lights, into the rear back room. My dick throbbed inside my shorts. No luck. In the large dark room, I found a man with an already spooged ass wearing a jockstrap. He seemed entranced by the way I worked his nipples on his smooth chest. I positioned him to slide inside and he seemed completely open to my fucking. His solid body just would crouch.

I stand 6-foot-3-inch tall. Technically, I’m 6 feet 2¾ inches. Still, it’s tall. But this fucker had to be 6-foot-5. I couldn’t get his ass lower and, even on my tippy toes, only my cockhead would dip inside. I realized he was just entranced. Don’t know what he was tripping on but positioning him for a fuck wasn’t going to work.

I moved on.

A few more aborted attempts and a good blowjob or two, I end up in the darkroom again with just a few minutes left in the countdown on the clock. The room is really pitch black. You see figures as they move into the room but overall, you can’t make out faces. It’s all by touch and feel and smell and hearing. Every sense but sight. The sling in the room is empty and I’m there, dick out, being felt up by a few guys when one grabs me and pulls me toward the sling. He climbs in.

I feel his hole. It’s already wet.

Bingo.

I begin to push inside.

“Wait,” he whispers. “Condom.”

Fuck is all I can think.

He hands it to me in the wrapper. I open it up, pop it on like a porn star then pierce the side so only the base of my cock is wrapped. I slide it in.

The bottom’s fingers never eve bother to check if I’ve wrapped up as I begin to fuck him. He’s moaning loudly. I am not holding back.

“Oh yea, fuck me harder!”

I do. The swinging of chains is drawing attraction. There’s two men to either side and one behind me. Fingers probe where my cock is. The fingers do not belong to the bottom’s. It’s the man to my left. He touches the rolled up condom at the base of my cock. Little does he know that’s the only part of the condom on my cock.

He whispers in my ear,”I don’t need a rubber. My ass is right here if you want it.”

But the stench of his smoky breath hits my nose. I turn away and fuck harder.

I reach down to find my poppers. I take a good snort of them And then I go back to the fucking. But not before I put my hand down and slip off the condom ring as I pull completely out and reenter him all raw.

My pace speeds up and I enter the rhythm with the beat of my heart as it absorbs the smell of the nitrates and I fly right toward my orgasm. I feel the first moments of my cum begin to pump inside this guy’s ass and I want to make sure he gets all the cum he deserves here in the dark. I know it’s coating his chute now. I pump harder. I’m holding his legs against my chest and he’s grunting. I’ve got him in a kind of vice lock.

As the second and final wave of my orgasm hits, that’s when the massive bulk of my cum really begins to shoot in his ass.

He might be realizing it.

He’s begging for me to let him down.

But I’m still pumping, my around locked around his legs. I’m pushing all my DNA into his ass. And I’m letting him have it. I want him to feel me. I can now hear the mighty squish of my cock as it enters and exits.

“Let me down man,” he says a third or fourth time.

I finally loosen my grip.

His knees unlock, my cock slips out and I step back into the crowd that’s gathered around us. All the darkness allows me to slip into the people and then I’m gone.

In a few minutes, I’m with my bud and we’re travelling home.

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Travel Diary: My Welcome Load in Vegas

Travel Diary: My Welcome Load in Vegas

Arriving in Vegas is always an adventure. This time, it turned a little bumpy as, believe it or not, a thunderstorm awaited on our approach to this desert oasis. The bumpy landing ended with a smooth enough transition into the airport and soon I was among the throngs of humanity at McCarran awaiting bags.

No one picked me up. No one welcomed me. And I waited in the humongous taxi line like everyone else until finally pitched into the back of a cab and sent scurrying off to my “resort” destination.

I’m smart enough to know a good cab driver in Vegas and he recognized someone who’d been here before, so he avoided the Strip and approached my hotel from the back, getting me there quickly and efficiently, earning himself a decent tip. My room got an upgrade and soon I was online to see if I could procure an ass.

Coming from the East Coast makes the time thing a little challenge, although jet lag always seems to be a little easier going back. The wet weather helped with the transition from the humid East to the desert West. But still I wasn’t up for running up and down the Strip for a fuck.

The usual collection of folks I’d already lined things up with didn’t seem all that available in that moment — surprise, surprise — including one who will be the subject of a future blog entry (“My Las Vegas ‘Catfish'”).  It’s odd how that whole thing doesn’t work out.

I was tired. I’d ordered room service and I didn’t feel like chasing for ass. I’d just about decided to quit when a little blond bear pinged me on my ad from Craigslist. And it so happened, he mentioned he was in my hotel and was full service.

Generally, one cannot put “bareback” bluntly in ads on Craigslist ads, as usually some condom Nazis go fucking bonkers and begin flagging the shit out of it and the ad goes down (if you include a photo especially). Sometimes you can slip in “bb” or “uninhibited” as hints but dare not include a photo as it raises the ire of the “safe sex only” police.

So I had not gone through the song-and-dance to determine whether he might or might not take me raw. But tonight, as I attempted to swallow a grilled rubber chicken sandwich from the hotel, I decided to get to the point.

“You want to get bred?” I wrote back in a single-line e-mail.

“Fuck yea,” he said. “Here’s my room number.”

“Be there in five minutes,” I responded.

And I knocked in five minutes.

His photo had obviously been taken the moment before he’d sent it, it was that fresh. I am not repulsed by bears — even ones like this one, with hair growing out of every inch of his body. He was a little shorter, a little younger, a bit beefier and stood behind the hotel door practically naked. His fur could have used a bit more care, but he was clean. He sucked me hard then stood, hiking one leg up on the bed and lining my cock up against his pink hole.

I slid inside.

The sweet warmth of an ass is, well, nothing like anything else. That’s why I love topping so much, I guess. That and the energy that soon overtook me as I picked up pace, began grunting and went to town, focused on using his ass for one thing.

As I slid in and out, my ass coated with his spit, a little lube, his ass juice and whatever else was down there. I took out the frustration of a four-hour flight and a day of travel. I began really fucking his ass harder and harder. Then I reached that point of no return and crested over the edge, went down the hill toward my goal.

“FUCK!” I grunted. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it!” he said obediantly.

“Be explicit!” I said, as I pushed his head onto the bed and forced him into a strange doggie style with knees up but head down.

“Please!” he began to beg. “Give me your cum! Shoot your load in my ass! Give me what my ass needs”

And with those words and a few more violent thrusts into that hairy blond ass, I let go the frustration of the day into that ass. My cock throbbed, releasing a flood a cum in wave after wave of gushing white sticky stuff that I slammed deeper into his raw ass.

I pulled out with a pop and his ass began to leak immediately, but he sat down on the floor, turn around and licked my cock clean before I zipped up to head to my room.

Turns out, it was the worst fuck of the trip.

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Stealth Bomb: What It Is, What It Isn’t, How It Works

Stealth Bomb: What It Is, What It Isn’t, How It Works

Every hook-up begins practically the same way — an ad posted somewhere. I’m very blunt about being a top and fucking a load. But stupid dumbwits that bottoms can tend to be, I’ll often get this e-mail, text or message shortly after I provide my address:

Do you have supplies? Condoms? Lube?

What? When did it become my responsibility to always supply the condoms and lube?

I think bottoms consider themselves ladylike. They’re the bitches. They need to be wined and dined and then they’ll give up their pussy if they’re feeling it. And the man pays. The top needs to foot all the fucking costs.

If I’m feeling up to talking, I might actually respond that my spit works well enough for lube and that’s all we need (we’ll talk about these dumbfucks in a minute). If I’m not, I’ll say, “Sure, come on.”

So the bitch arrives and we start the play. Sitting out on the bedside table is a condom and lube. But I don’t plan on using either. And funny thing about the vibe of what’s going on, usually the bottom won’t ask for it either. I can eat their little cunt and have them groaning for my cock without a condom and with spit as lube. Sometimes I don’t even need to eat them out. I just lay back and let the little bitch do the work. He’ll sit on my cock without asking for anything.

I guess I have that kind of vibe that just causes them to go for it.

If, at some point, they insist on a condom, I will do one of two things. If they’re hot, I’ll use my prepared condom, sliced open at the tip.

Following the standard, non-porn method of putting on a condom, you pinch the tip (therefore covering up the hole) and roll it over the cock. Lube things up and slide it into the ass. I don’t roll it all the way and use some lube on the raw cock. Then I can pull the condom down and expose my raw cockhead inside.

If the guy isn’t that hot, I send him on his way. Chances are, he’ll ask if he can suck me off. I’ll tell him he’s not that good at sucking cock and I can’t get off by his sucking. Nine times out of 10, I’ll end up fucking him raw. Rarely does he leave without my load in his gut.

Thing is, BOTTOMS NEVER BRING THEIR OWN CONDOMS.

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Why Bottoms Never Have a Condom

Why do you cheat on your diet? Why do you accidentally say someone else’s name when you’re fucking your boyfriend? It’s a little bigger than a Freudian slip.

Bottoms want to be barebacked. Subconsciously, they want it raw. They know what they’re built for — being used for the top to get off.

Let’s be frank and straightforward about this shit and stop beating around the bush. Bottoms are little dogs in heat. Their cunts itch for cock and cum. They’re not satisfied.

The argument is that they put their trust in a top. Well, for the most part, they’ve just been e-mailing someone who’s been lying about their age, weight, stats and name. They chose to fuck someone based on a blurry cell phone photo or two that’s probably a few years old. They drive to an address and meet, surprised a little when the door opens and the two of them take a look at each other and go, “Oh well, what the fuck? I’m here now.”

I don’t know about you, but my wallet, keys and valuables are hidden. I escort my visitor from the door to the bedroom and back out.

If this is the type of person who’s willing to trust and fuck, who’s to say what he does with others?

He didn’t bring a condom, what’s to say it’s my job to assure his safety? It’s his responsibility if he wants to protect his ass to do exactly that — protect his ass. I’m intent on one goal. Fucking and getting off. I will do it the way I want best.

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What Happens When I Reveal I Only Bareback Online

Sometimes I don’t feel like going through the machinations of the stealth. So I don’t. I just tell the bottom I only bareback.

Funny thing: They still want to come over.

I could cut and paste literally hundreds of conversations. Here’s one from a Craigslist ad two days ago when I sought people to come over to “go to pound town.” This is all true, word for word.

BTM: I am interested. Vgl biwm. 32w 185 looking for 11:30ish. Face pic? Location?

ME: pics for trade

BTM: yours? (Note: He sends a pic of himself way far away. You couldn’t see him very well.)

ME: Since we’re playing games. (Note: I shrink a photo of myself so small you can’t see me and send it.)

BTM: No games. Try another pic. I am on the right. (Note: It’s a better photo but the image is upside down, so I can’t tell which “right” he’s talking about.)

ME: Is that on the right UPSIDE DOWN or RIGHT-SIDE UP? (Note: I turn the photo around the right way and send his photo back to him. One guy is a reject. The other is okay.)

BTM: Black shirt. You have a face pic? Looking in about 30 min. (Note: He’s not the reject.)

ME (Note: No text. I send a face pic.)

BTM: You hosting? Where? Safe only. You have supplies? I can leave now. I am in (mentions a part of town).

ME: I only bareback.

BTM: Sorry. Safe here only.

(24 minutes passes)

BTM: You positive you are clean?

ME: I’m positive.

BTM: K. I really need to be fucked. Where are you located?

Let me also note the stupidity of the bottom’s question and how I’m able to answer his question. He asks, “Are you positive you are clean?” I am able to honestly reply, “I’m positive.”  The double meaning is intended. To a judge or jury or prosecutor, I could simply have shown this to tell them that I informed the dumbass of my status. It has both meanings. Note he’s not bothered to tell me his either and not clarified when and if I’ve ever been tested.

And I’m not saying what my status is.

FYI, this bottom was too dumb for me to fuck. I didn’t.

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Adult Bookstores, Sex Clubs and Stealth Fucking

If you go to an adult bookstore or sex club and you are a bottom, bring a spotter with you. Or simply, do not get fucked there. It’s that simple. You are not in control of you and your environment. You cannot trust the people and what’s happening.

If a bottom puts a condom on me and turns his back, I will take it off. Good bottoms constantly check for a condom, but that doesn’t really matter. Breaking a condom is very easy.

Using the porn method of putting on a condom, you stretch out the condom with both hands and pop a finger up inside it to place over the cock in a swift movement. If the bottom is a cheap one and bought his rubbers on the way in, they’re usually the ones very easy to poke that finger through. That way, the head pokes through the top and the  shaft of the cock remains sheathed so if the bottom checks for a condom, it appears to be there.

If the condom is heavy duty, a snap or two of the tip with a good pinch should work to break the tip

Real simple as a bottom. You really want the condom on the top, you purchase the condoms. You purchase the lube. You put the condom on the top. You guide the cock into your ass. You face the top at all times.

Unless you’re actually dating the guy, do not trust a random fuck.

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Bottom Techniques for Stealthing

Yes, bottoms stealth too. If you’re a top, you might think you have all the advantages if you’re going to play the safer sex game. Not so. I know a lot of bottoms who have developed some sophisticated tricks to assure a raw load in their ass — fulfilling for those who really like getting the cum where it belongs.

Bottoms planning to meet up with any condom-wearing tops will often douche their asses full of petroleum-based lubricants, so even tops who bring their own condoms and lube might not know the seed of deceit is planted already. Good friction and petroleum jelly will break down a condom depending on the thickness and quality. A top in control of the bottom would notice but if a talented bottom rides the top, he might not. Keeping the top distracted (and feeling good) is key to this one working.

Of course, slicing the tip off a condom or cutting a hole always works, but what if the top brings his own condoms. The best technique for this is the tip-biter.

A well-cleaned out bottom will switch things up and go ass to mouth… get fucked a while and then suck the cock. This takes a little practice but the bottom, using a little coordination between his hands and mouth can suck an come to the repository tip, using his sharper canine teeth to poke holes or bite through while holding the shaft to prevent a snap back so the top won’t notice. Then guides it back to the hole.

Gloryhole action makes it easier. Nail-clipping scissors are perfect for a quick snip of the tip then guide it into the asshole until the breeding happens.

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Crucify Me

Today, Cristian Knox — a bareback pornography videographer I happen to respect and enjoy — called me a “con man” for what I do when it comes to stealthing. I’ve also been called a sociopath, criminal, threatened to be killed and many other names. You need to go back in my blog to read these, but they’re there. I softened my stealthing content in the recent year to make it more palatable for fucktards who miss the point of what I’m saying.

And chances are, if you are enraged by now, you won’t comprehend what I write anyway. You’ve made up your mind.

I am a top. I am responsible for my orgasm. I am responsible for my cock. I don’t give a fuck about your orgasm or your asshole. If I stick my cock into your ass raw, I realize what I am risking by doing so.

If you’re a bottom, it’s your responsibility to take care of yourself. Not mine. There’s no tacit contract between us. All I’m promising is that, if I find you appealing enough, I will shove my hard cock into your ass and I will work myself up into shooting a load.

That’s it.

So you all get pissed off that humanity has some sort of responsibility toward each other, I’d like to introduce you to the real world and how it really works out there. It’s not fantasy land where we all get a safe word and the mugger stops mugging you when you say, “Banana.” Nope.

I’ve written about my life in detail, including my molestation. You know what, I stopped that myself. No adult helped me. No one recognized it. And you know what, I don’t blame the man who abused me for my lot in life either. That’s why it’s written here. I have embraced it as who it made me into.

I’ll bitch about shit that’s happened to me that I don’t think is fair, like getting fired for being Gay. When I’m performing well and bringing millions into the company for which I worked, I don’t think a piss-ant asshole boss should have the power he did to fire me. But you know what, it’s cause the little fucker is surrounded by a bunch of bottoms who allow him to dominate.

I learned that lesson well.

I’ve been stealthing since 2003. I’ve been writing about it. You hate me, don’t read it, don’t fuck me. It’s fine. We don’t have to be friends. But you know what, if you’re a barebacker, then why the fuck does it matter. We’re on the same team. We’re going to bareback anyway. So there.

Get over it. I’m sure there’s things you do that others don’t like.

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Practicing What I Preach (on a Podcast)

Practicing What I Preach (on a Podcast)

It’s no secret that I love gloryholes. My recent appearance as a “gloryhole expert” on the popular comedy podcast Distorted View just cemented the truth when I actually figured out how long I’ve been fucking around with gloryholes. In fact, when I said 15 years, I probably underestimated.

Earlier this week, I craved a little gloryhole action, so I headed to one of my haunts. My timing proved to be unusually perfect.

I walked into a booth as another man left. The gentleman on the other side also exited but I waited a moment before turning and leaving. As soon as he left, I saw tennis shoes and then the nose and eyes and the smooth complexion of an obvious Latin.

I didn’t get a good look. Just a glance before his face disappeared and his face was replaced with the telltale brush of the hand at the bottom of the hole.

I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans, yanking out my flaccid cock. Just two minutes earlier, I’d paid my entry fee and now I was dropping trou. I pushed my cock into the hole and soon warm lips covered me.

Expertly, he blew me to erection in 30 seconds. As I reached my full 7 inches, I throbbed hard and probably pushed into 7½ territory. I was horny. There was no denying it. And his expertise seemed to fade a little.

My cockhead flares out, especially when I’m really horny. And his tight mouth hit the underside of my head like a speedbump. But in moments, it ended. And the sensation changed to the distinguishing pinch as I felt a condom roll down on my cock, then the death grip as he began to back his ass up to the gloryhole and onto my cock.

I let his ass adjust to my cock, to take me in and expand. Obviously, he’d been fucked earlier. But his ass wasn’t messy. My predecessor had kept the condom on. I could smell the rubber friction, like a tireburn skidmark left in pavement. I pushed in and out a bit. I tested him, pulling entirely out then entering him again.

His smooth ass never left the hole. He kept it backed up. After one other test, I finally pulled out, stripped off the condom and reentered him again.

I began fucking with a steady pace, never speeding up, never slowing down, never increasing the pound and never decreasing it. I’m sure that steady hammering could be heard as it echoed through the thumping of the horrible XM dance music. I found my poppers, pulled them out and took a big whiff.

How I wanted to change the pressure and rhythm! But I didn’t want him to know, if he couldn’t tell, that I was getting close.

Soon, I felt that feeling boiling in my balls as the cum swells from them in through the prostate and finally pulsing out the head of my swelling cock. I kept my pounding pace, breathing a little heavier and just fucking, fucking, fucking.

As soon as my load was deposited in his ass, I added several more pounds to make sure it made it even deeper into his guts. Then, in a single swift movement, I yanked out, pulled up my pants and buttoned up. I left the booth and rounded the corners while zipping and buckling up. If he noticed the cum leaking out of his ass, my car had already left the parking lot.

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