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Grindin’ Ass Raw: How Quickly ‘Safer’ Bottoms Go Raw

Grindin’ Ass Raw: How Quickly ‘Safer’ Bottoms Go Raw

Raw-or-wrapped-2How much I love asking the question, “Raw or wrapped?’

If I’m on Grindr or Scruff or Manhunt (I’ve got a free trial) or Craigslist, it’s a question that’s bound to come up. And ever-so-quickly, as soon as it does, the response about half the time is “wrapped” or “safe.”

Fuck, just look at the young man to the right — he wrote “Always safe.”

And I wrote, “Oh. Too bad. I’m not.”

Immediately — not even a minute passed — before he said he’d fuck raw.

Recently, a survey found about half of all gay men said they fucked bareback while the other half said they fucked safe. This is a flawed study because, I believe, when confronted with someone a bottom want to fuck him, he’ll go raw almost every time.

Believe me, I get more ass this way.

A lot of you may think I’m out there stealthing ass Opens new window of a page on this blog left and right. No. I’m not. I only do that at sex clubs, adult bookstores or bathhouses where anonymous hook-ups are rampant and, even then, it’s rare.

Most everywhere else, the horny man will go raw without hesitation.

The Tanned, Tattooed Lasian

I’m downtown running errands and, whenever that happens, I see that as an opportunity to get some. Honestly, Grindr and Scruff are hit and miss. Plus it’s a Wednesday in Atlanta Opens new window of a page on this blog and I know that’s a craptastic day.

But the common chime goes off on the ole iPhone and I begin chatting it up with what looks to be a light-skinned Latino.

If you’ve been reading my blog, you know I have a thing about exotics — any Asian or Latin flavor. Well, we all also know I’m an equal opportunity fucker Opens new window of a page on this blog, glad to breed most any ass.

The 27-year-old had shitty photos, but it didn’t much matter to me. He’d turned off his distance meter but seemed pretty damn close. And we were getting along. He liked my cock shots. He asked me to come over to fuck him.

Raw-or-wrapped“Raw or wrapped?” I asked.


I turned him down, letting him know I just fucked raw.

Now I expect bottoms to come back with an invitation anyway, but his response shocked even me.

“Okay, well, you can fuck me raw as long as you cum in me,” he typed.

“I have no problem breeding your ass,” I wrote back.

Soon I had an address and was on my way.

Turned out I was only 3 minutes away from his apartment complex. He answered the door with just a towel.

A 6-feet tall, this beefy man’s wide, smooth chest looked just meaty and delicious. He was deeply tanned. And those horrible photos just couldn’t make up for the vision before me. Tattoos scattered his body. In fact, throughout our session, every move would cause me to discover a new tattoo — he had at least a dozen. Some as small as a dime while others were much larger.

His nipples pointed down toward his belly.

He escorted me to the bedroom and dropped his towel while I began taking off my clothes. His large flat nose gave him a Hawaiian look but the Asian truly stood out. That is, as he jacked his uncut cock and it stood up a rigid 8 inches and very wide.

Now that wasn’t Asian cock. It was truly Latin.

We went down to business, him snorting my poppers Opens new window of a page on this blog, sucking my cock, kissing me with his luscious thick lips and begging very soon for me to eat his ass and fuck him.

His legs and ass were covered with dark, wiry hair (again, symptoms of Latin descent). I worked his hole just a little before he wanted my rock hard cock inside him. His padded tanned skin next to my mighty white seemed like an odd dichotomy, but it worked as my cock slipped inside and he snorted more on those poppers.

With him on his back, my cock thrusting inside him, he soon began begging for my nut.

“You want it already?” I said, knowing we’d only been fucking a few minutes. But I was on errands and didn’t have long. But I didn’t mind making this a quick one. As fast as he was jerking his cock, I knew I wouldn’t have long anyway.

“Breed me man,” he said.

I snorted the poppers now and went plunging over the edge.

I bred his ass, pushing my cum inside him and letting him know he’d gotten my load. Then I pulled out and dressed.

“Damn,” he said. “Thanks. I’ve been looking all day for someone to come over and fuck me. You were the first one serious enough to do it.”

“Glad to help out,” I said.

And I left.

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Dark Passengers Series

Dark Passenger: The Mall Bathroom

Having figured out that sexual please could be derived from myself, especially since my older molester rarely helped me out, I was left with a sense of longing. Again, the Internet didn’t exist and, as far as I could tell, nothing would be there to help. Every bit of documentation I had mustered to find indicated that I was doomed to hell and a life of misery.

At the time in the Atlanta area, only two malls existed. Per our normal routine, my family would travel to one of these malls twice per year — before Easter and before Christmas. With “Jingle Bells” playing over the live speaker, I was bored, wandering the aisles of a major department store (at the time).

The urge to pee overwhelmed me. During this time, I think my unconscious brought it upon myself to pee often. I even had medical tests in which the doctors informed my mother of “psychological” issues related to my frequent urination. So without truly thinking, I stepped through a long series of hallways in the back portion of this store to find the men’s room.

When I walked inside, I forgot about peeing but not about my cock. Sitting on a toilet, his door wide open, a man with his shorts all the way to his ankles. He held his hard cock and jerked on it. I froze. I stared. I didn’t even move a muscle.

After a few moments of this mouth-agape stare, he looked intensely at me, stood, and shuffled over. He removed his hand from his own cock but left his pants down. I stood perfectly still as he unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my rock-solid cock. Without hesitation, his mouth engulfed me. At the time, my cock lacked its full length and girth. But the pleasure. The intensity. The unreal sensation of that warm mouth surrounding every single inch.

I’m not sure how long it lasted. Seemed like forever or no time at all. And I went into convulsions. I unleashed a torrent of cum like never before. I unloaded with such force that this well-experienced tearoom troll took every drop, swallowed it all, except a huge glob that landed on his cheek.

If I could draw, I could do an accurate rendering of his face today and that exact spot where my cum hung there, dripping off his face but never letting go. He turned and shuffled back to his open stall, sat down and resumed his jerking off.

I never pissed. I zipped up. And wracked with guilt, I found a pay phone near by and called the mall police on him. I don’t know what happened to him. In many ways, I’m sorry. But I was confused. And the guilt. It didn’t seem to abate.

Lithe, Lycra and a Fantasy Fulfilled

Lithe, Lycra and a Fantasy Fulfilled

Youth. Ah, to have youth.

To have youth beneath me.

I’d been texting what was a youth. At 20, he seemed so very young. He still lived with his parents and had limited transportation. Yet he lived close by. As we chatted it up, I discovered the young man liked it raw. And I confirmed I wanted to breed his ass.

Finally one afternoon, I left work a little early and it seemed like I’d be able to meet him. Well, meet him was not quite right. I’d go to his house with his parents gone. That shit always frightened me a little. Parents gone? When would they be home? And what would they say to a 41-year-old fucking their 20-year-old son.

That is if he was 20 at all.

Okay, so it turned me on a little.

In the texting back and forth, we discuss what he’ll be wearing and he offered up a lycra singlet. Seemed interesting. I prefer my bottoms naked but he wouldn’t go for it.

I kept him abreast of my progress through the neighborhood and eventually made it to the house. He greeted me at the door.

Shorter than me, around five-foot-eight and very lithe and sexy in the tight-fitting lycra outfit, his nipples poked out, dark and hard, nickel-sized and firm. He was tan with a sharp angular face. His voice sounded almost like a radio broadcaster, a little more mature than I expected. Yet his tight and smooth body moved almost snake-like under the tight, red singlet.

He guided me to his bedroom. An upper-middle-class teenage boy’s room, blue and a single bed with storage underneath. He laid down and slipped off the lycra, revealing a tight body that proved to be just gorgeous. Practically perfect. Not tight but a nice layer of baby fat over all the muscles to make it nice.

His 7-inch cock already stuck out hard. I began to suck it since it seemed like the likely thing to do as I began undoing my work pants. I licked around the edge of his cock and down to his tight balls. And then, along the slight fuzz of his taint to his ass.

The boy jerked feverishly. My cock was out and hard. I wanted his ass wet. And his jerking seemed a little too feverish for my taste. The last thing I wanted was for him to cum.

Turned out I was very wrong.

As I tongued his hole and it opened up more and more, he moaned and breathed more heavily, he soon said with a gasp, “I’m about to cum.”

I came up for air, my cock at his wet hole.

“Don’t cum yet,” I said. “I haven’t fucked you yet.”

He sat up, still jerking his cock, breathing heavily. And he shot his heavy cum load on my cock. Every spurt, thick and white on my 7-inch cock.

As he recovered, he massaged the cum into my cock and lined it back up to his hole and pulled it toward him.

Using his cum as lube, I entered him.

I fucked him with his own cum.

Without hesitation, this 20-year-old kept taking my cock and seemed to love it. I fucked him and finished off, deep inside his ass. We didn’t talk. I just gave him my load. We stayed mostly quiet through the whole thing, his music playing in the background.

I zipped up and left, but I’ll admit, he fulfilled a fantasy I’d never asked. I’d always wanted to fuck a bottom with his own cum. He’d allowed me to do that.