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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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Abortion Tales #2: The Tweaker and the Tittie Twins

Abortion Tales #2: The Tweaker and the Tittie Twins

I’m getting too fucking old for this.

As I mentioned (and no one seems to want to read Opens a new window from this blog since the stats show only a few people have checked it out) I’ve been focusing on getting out of my job situation, so my attention has been focused elsewhere. However, I decided Wednesday evening since I’d be downtown for an appointment that it would be a convenient time to hit the adult bookstore Inserection and get a load out of my system.

Now, I was especially frustrated because I’d had a massage from a fucking hottie. He was naked. I was naked. He teased me for the hour, bushing against my balls and cock and all my erotic spots. When it gets to that moment for the happy ending, the massage ends abruptly.

I didn’t get off. He didn’t get a tip.

I knew Wednesday nights were not ideal at Inserection Opens a new window from this blog but usually I can find some ass. Since I would be in Atlanta anyway (I live in the far northern suburbs), I figured it would be worth a shot.

To improve my chances of ass, I always post an ad or two to Craigslist and BarebackRT.com Link Opens in a New Window to let bottoms know a top will be at Inserection. Sometimes it works Opens a new window from this blog. And often with these posts, I’ll get messages from people asking that I skip Inserection and come to their place instead.

Sent away by a bottom

I get the usual assortment of messages. The old, ugly and overly used (Grade F Asses Opens a new window from this blog). A few interesting ones do show up, including one from a 28-year-old bottom. We get to texting and he invites me over.

He mentions he’ll be on his back deck.

It’s early evening and not quite dark. I expect though it’s an enclosed deck and he’ll be ass up and waiting.

I drive the three miles and pull up to the house, pulling into the driveway. I can clearly see the back deck where a man — obviously in his mid-40s — is standing. He’s not horrible looking or anything. I get out of the car and there’s that awkward moment. He comes down off the deck. As the awkwardness continues, I finally say, “Am I at the wrong place?”

“Yes, you are,” he says.

“Sorry about that,” I say, knowing I’m at the only home with this address with a man with an iPhone texting from a back deck.

“Thanks for stopping by,” he says as he shakes my hand.

Attempts at the adult bookstore

I get in my car and drive to Inserection adult bookstore, pay the $11 admission and begin cruising.

The crowd appeared thin and a few too many familiar faces walked among the groups. Also one of the worst cruisers is there: A man who slaps on a little makeup, a cheap wig, a bad blouse, panties, pantyhose and high heels.  I hesitate to call it a drag queen or a cross-dresser due to the horrible effort put into looking decent. There’s no effort. I don’t mind it’s a slut. Some guys are into it. That’s cool. But not me and it’s too aggressive.

Anyway, as I’m walking around, I eye an older man who’s big and bulky with big muscles wearing a tight t-shirt with protruding nipples. (Oh, and he’s got a wedding band.) He reads to me as a bottom. His cock is obviously small. He’s not going for any gloryholes. He wants his nips worked over.

With guys like this, their nips are the gateway to their ass, I know.

We hit a booth together. His shirt was up as I went to work. I’m great at nipple work; it’s one of my specialties. I had a boyfriend years ago who could cum just from my nip work. Within moments, I’ve got his four-inch cock rock hard. He’s groaning from all my nip nibbling, chewing, flicking, licking, twisting, contortion, punching, teasing, tickling, pulling, brushing, pinching and other manipulations…  both hard and soft. He’s got a bit of stink to him, which really isn’t my thing.

I’m moving my hands (when they’re free) to his ass. I am finding his asshole, which is dry but puffy. He either has hemorrhoids or he’s been fucked plenty. But he hasn’t been fucked today. As I poke and prod, he moves his ass away to prevent too much work.

Seems like this one isn’t going to work out.

He bends down to suck me. He does well, but not so irresistibly that I feel like I could cum from his blowjob. I thank him for his work and zip up.

About then, I get a text message from the supposedly 28-year-old bottom.

“ETA,” he asks, which means, “Estimated time of arrival.”

You can see our exchange on my iPhone.

I’d sent him a photo of my cock which barely showed my goatee. And my stats clearly stated in my ad that I was clean-shaven. But he’d ignored that.

I didn’t bother to point out that he obviously wasn’t 28 years old.

As we texted back and forth, him begging me to come over, me looking for ass among the dregs of humanity at the adult bookstore, soon a balding Asian began eyeing me.

Now we all know I have a little something for the more exotic among us.

As I stood upstairs by a vacant room, the Asian passed me and closed the door. But it didn’t lock. An unusual technique. Normally men step into the room with the door open and eye their object of interest.

I opened the door. He stood in the dim light, playing with his nipples through his shirt. I stepped into the room. He pulled up his shirt. His alabaster, perfect skin revealed, delightfully smooth with very nice pecs and nickle-sized nips just protruding out. But as soon as I flicked them, they stood erect.

His cock, a respectable five inches, never really got so hard. And his ass, so nice and smooth and bubbly. I stepped behind him while still working his nips. I felt his asshole, his pucker perfectly dry. He didn’t pull away. I spit on my cock and aimed it at his hole.

He was much smaller than I was. I took again his nipples in my fingertips. This man preferred the light touch and I knew how to really work them that way too. I did it in a way he’d enjoy. All I needed him to do was arch his back a little so his asshole would line up better with my cock.

As I continued, with my wet cock tickling his sphincter and pleasuring his nips, his ass never moved. But he jerked intensely and he breathed heavily.

He was getting close.

Fuck that. I wasn’t going to get someone else off if I wasn’t getting what I wanted.

I dropped everything. Pulled up my pants and was out the locked door. He didn’t even have time to pull down his shirt or pull up his pants. He stood there exposed, wide-mouthed as I walked out, the door wide open.

He recovered after a couple of beats and closed the door.

The texting continued with the bottom. He wanted to know when I shaved the beard off (I’m interviewing for jobs, so I was told to shave it off by a few recruiters; plus it just looks nicer during the summer).

I wonder around and get a couple of attempted blowjobs but no ass action. One guy even asked me to piss in his mouth, but no ass.

Back to the bottom

Finally I decide to head back over to fuck and breed the bottom who earlier turned me away.

I drive up and this time, he’s a bit more welcoming. He meets me and we step up onto the deck, but go inside the house.

It is between now and the next 20 minutes that I should have left because it’s that long before we start doing a fucking thing. He first has to prepare a daybed. It’s got something like 30 pillows on it. Then he can’t find the remote to turn off “The Voice,” which is blaring on the television. He keeps searching his closet for something — for what, I’m not sure. He also refreshes his drink.

Then he gets lube — petroleum jelly — an unusual choice.

Finally he’s ready.

All through this, he’s chomping gum. And I mean CHOMPING it. I’m suspecting Tina use, but maybe it is just gum. But he is darting around his place like a crystal meth user cleaning. But I also noticed that drink is a pretty strong alcohol, so I’m guessing he’s a little buzzed.

When he finally gets on the bed to suck me, he takes breaks to work his jaw.

No gum.

He’s tweaked out of his gourd.

He can’t suck for than a few seconds without pausing in order to work his jaw. I’m afraid he’s going to bite my cock off. That fear drives me to take control.

I put him on his back. He puts some petroleum jelly on my hard cock.

“That’s a big one,” he says. “I’m not sure I can take it.”

I’m rubbing some jelly into his ass. I probe it a little. As my fingertip works past the sphincter, I touch the tip of something. I touch the tip of a small turd. Yes, a turd.

“I’m really going to need you to use a condom,” he says. “Don’t worry. I’ve got some condoms.”

Now he’s saying this as I am touching a turd and using petroleum jelly.

This guy must know he’s not clean but he’s also a complete idiot since petroleum jelly breaks down a condom Opens a new window from this blog.

But I’m horny. I’m fucked sloppy holes. At least his isn’t nasty.

I position him up, putting his legs over my shoulders. I don’t ask. I just put my cock at his hole and put it in. It breaks in.

It’s not pleasant.

The small, hard turd moves toward his prostate and becomes a rough rock scratching against the underside of my cock.  He’s trying to resist me, but I keep pressing forward.

“What are you doing?” he says.

“Fucking you,” I say.

“I’ve been nothing but nice to you,” he says. “You don’t have to be mean.”

“You’ve done nothing but jerk me around all day,” I say.

I begin fucking in earnest. I try to aim down to get that turd out of my way. But that little hard piece of shit won’t move and I’m more and more afraid it’s actually going to scratch my cock and add fecal matter into a wound on my cock.

I can’t focus on fucking. He’s chomping a lot. He’s jerking. He’s moving too much, squirmy even. It’s all not working for me. As horny as I am, that’s all I can do. I’m not going to be able to cum even though I’ve got something like two weeks worth of blue balls.

I pull out.

“This isn’t going to work,” I say.


I begin putting on my clothes.

“Oh,” he says. “This is revenge for me turning you away earlier.”

“No man,” I say. “You’re not clean.”

Then the dude does the craziest thing ever. He sticks his finger in his ass, pulls it out and sniffs it.

“I’m fine,” he says.

“Believe me,” I say. “You’re not.”

He disappears into another room. In a couple of seconds, he returns with a white towel, wiping his ass.

“See,” he shows me a clean white towel. “My ass is perfectly clean.”

“Look,” I say. “You’ve got a small, hard turd right up against your prostate. It’s scratching my cock and making it uncomfortable to fuck you. Beside that, your working your jaw on Tina is driving me fucking crazy. I hate fucking with tweakers. You have a nice one.”

He stands there shocked and naked as I walk out the door.

I go home. Blue balls. Still.

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Travel Diary: A Morning Surprise at BarebackRT.com

Imagine my surprise this morning as I woke up to check on things online and notice I had 72 messages awaiting me at BarebackRT.com. A shock!

I know I’m near San Francisco, but still I’d never expected so many messages.

But as the gray mists lifted thanks to the Diet Coke, I noticed something else: For the first time ever (or that I’ve ever noticed), I made the “Today’s Most Viewed Profiles.”

Well, that explains it.

Still, I hope to get a little ass out of it. Actually, yesterday’s travel across country was pretty brutal and I needed some massage therapist work something fierce. And with the time difference, I was knackered by the time I got a decent, serious volunteer to at least massage my cock with his ass muscles.

Tonight should be different.

P.S. Yes, I know I made the fatal mistake of being on the other side of the Bay Bridge. But I thought for sure being closer to San Francisco would make you Bossy Bay Bottoms happy. Doesn’t seem to be working.

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Dark Passengers Series

Dark Passenger: Aside

Since the “Dark Passenger” disclosure began, I’ve written 13 entries that resulted in (at this posting) 49 responses. Many gentle readers always comment about the circumstances experienced or, at least, I get some commentary. I greatly appreciate it.

That is why I’m particularly perplexed by the lack of response to the 12th posting: “The End of Him.” I’m curious why no one has said anything — empowerment or shock or disappointment.

The series doesn’t end. I will continue the path of my sexual development, as you noticed in the 13th entry called “The Beginning of Me.”

I’m not seeking someone to comment. I’m only asking why that particular posting elicited no response.


Deceptively Fun #11: Spit Pig

Deceptively Fun #11: Spit Pig

“You’re neg, right?”

“Yea bud.”

What a time to ask. My hard cock is buried up his ass and he’s asking if I’m neg. Hell, seems to me you ought to be asking that a little earlier than now. But who the fuck cares? I am about to shoot a load deep into this guy’s ass.

“You sure?”


He groans. Someday, I’m going to have to answer that question honestly and see what happens. Truth is, I have no idea. Haven’t been tested in years.

So I slide out and push back in. This guy’s not used to being a bottom, so I have to be gentle. But I’m gonna get my nut.

The evening started out pretty normal. It was a boring night in the middle of the week. But I was a little restless. While I am beginning to sort through the online mess of fakes, flakes and assholes, I’ve been unfortunate enough that I’ve not found anyone close by who likes to get fucked or even someone to suck my cock off on occasion. Well, there was the 57-year-old after his wife went to sleep, but that’s hardly worth mentioning.

So I went downtown to a country & western bar. Not the best place to find an ass to fuck (although there’s a propensity for many men to wear ass-hugging Levi’s or Wranglers), I find the laidback, friendly attitude of a country bar makes it an easier place for a newcomer like me to break in.

So I’m relaxing with a beer, chatting with a Lesbian when he walks in. Sure as hell, he’s not the hottest guy in here. But sometimes, you just know a potential pig. His clean cut appearance doesn’t fool me. He’s also alone, grabbing a water from the bartender and staking out a place just in the shadows.

The Lesbian heads off to dance and I finish the beer. I wander over to the bartender and get a water and then head to the potential pig.

“Time for me to switch to water,” I say.

“Yeah, I’m just swinging by,” he says. “It’s a school night, so I can’t stay out.”

“But you were restless and couldn’t stand to hang at home,” I respond.

“You know it,” he says, extending his hand. “I’m Erik.”

“Mark,” I shake his hand.

There’s some small talk while we both swallow our respective waters. Pretty soon, I see his eyes venture south, checking out my package. I’m not sure if it’s on purpose, but he’s licking his lips. He’s in his early 30s, nice frat face, a small Southern drawl and some junk in his trunk. It was obvious he was a hairy white boy who didn’t get a lot of attention, but I wasn’t up for the effort of getting one of the A&F model wannabes to wrap his tight smooth ass around my cock. My average guy was cute enough for a Wednesday night.

After a little while of more small talk, I make my move, chunking the empty water bottle.

“Well, I better head home,” I say, reaching around with my left arm, half hugging Erik and grabbing his ass. While we’re up close, face to face, I give him a little smile. “You take care stud.”

He takes the bait, and kisses me on the lips. I respond, pushing my tongue into his slightly parted lips.

It was like I’d applied electric shock to his balls. Erik seemed to come to life with a jolt. He was slurping on my tongue some. So I pulled my tongue back and applied a juicy bit of spit to the end and thrust it back in.

A moan seemed to come up from Erik’s bowels. I know this boy’s weakness.

I withdrew. “Take care hot stuff.”

He looked a little stunned, then got his bearings again. “I’ll walk you out.”

Again, a little small talk, when he asks where I’m headed. I tell him.

“That goes almost by my place,” he says. “Want to stop in?”

I pause, check my watch, then say, “Sure, I’ve got a little time.”

I follow him a few miles up the road to his place. As we walk up to his place, I build up a fuckload of spit in my mouth. As we enter his apartment, I pull him and kiss deeply, dumping my saliva into his eager tongue. He swallows it all and returns, wanting more. I help him out again.

He’s a little shorter than me, so I pull apart for a second, purse my lips and let some spit drip out. He slurps it up immediately.


He pulls me toward the darkened hall and into a room, where he flips on a lamp and turns to face me, his lips parted slightly. I am ready with more spit, but this time, I step back a little and force it out with some aggression.

Most lands in his mouth, which had opened completely when Erik realized what was coming. We begin to strip naked, kissing deeply as we continue. I keep him infused with my spit. His cock is standing straight out from his body and nicely leaking.

It doesn’t take long until he’s sucking my cock with a lot of gusto. I begin to drop spit onto his face and my cock. He gets more enthusiastic with my cock. I’ve worked his boy into the frenzy I seek. I pull him up, spit on his face again and he seems to shudder with ecstasy. I spin him around so he’s facing the bed and push him down. He falls onto the bed and I go straight for that hairy crack, spitting on it at first and then licking it with lots of spit. He’s moaning again.

I don’t wait long. Pretty soon, I crawl up onto his back and my hard cock lays in his crack, poised at his hole. I plant my face next to his and stick my tongue out with a huge loogie. He sucks it off at the moment I find his hole and push the head against it.

He relaxes a little but winces. I pull back. Kiss him a little more, then come up, standing up and spreading his cheeks. I spit again on his hole and then add a goodly amount of spit to my cock. I lay back down on him and go to kiss him, then pull back just enough and spit into his open mouth. His hole relaxes just enough at that moment, so I push in again.

“FUCK!” he says.

I stay still, kissing him, producing plenty of spit for him to slurp. And I feel him give up, knowing that he’s happy enough with the spit to let me fuck him. So I push in further.

Within a few minutes, I am humping him in smooth, slow motions and kissing him. He’s very happy since I just keep the spit coming.

He moans a little.

“You’re neg, right?”

“Yea bud.”

“You sure?”


He groans. And now I am pumping a little faster.

I spit. “You want it, don’t you?”

He doesn’t answer.

I spit again, this one landing on the right side of his nose. “Do you want it?”

“Yes,” he whispers.

I begin to throb. He can feel it. “Yes, yes, yes…”

“Tell me you want it!” the spittle is flying all over his face as I speak.


I growl and bury my cock deep. Now it’s throbbing deep inside that raw ass, releasing every bit of cum into him. As I come out the other side of my orgasm, I spit a huge amount into his mouth.

I collapse onto the top of him and relax.

A little later on, I remove my cum-covered cock, flip him over and spit into his mouth continuously until he shoots a huge load all over his chest. It doesn’t take long.

Soon, I am on my way home.