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Official Endorsement: DeepHole4Loads in DC

Official Endorsement: DeepHole4Loads in DC

broken-virginity-seal-of-approvalThe latest addition to my very small list of “Broken Virginity Seal of Approval” is officially DeepHole4Loads.

After my initial encounter which I wrote about this Velvet Vice, I got another opportunity to breed this remarkable bottom.

It’s rare for words to fail me.

There’s conflicting evidence if you search for it on the web, but some sources indicate there’s more than 4,000 nerve endings in the male penis (scientists are still figuring out what each does).

Truth is, however hundreds or thousands there are, this bottom has an ass that can overwhelm every single one.

As I fucked him the second time with five loads already deep in his ass, his hole felt honestly fresh. His sinewy muscles moved deftly under my touch and he knew exactly which way I wanted to go. I never had to do more than slightly move one direction or another before he anticipated my need and responded.

His intuition was on point and ready.

When I fucked his ass deeply with my cock, the smoothness of his hole glided open and closed around my rock hard cock… no matter the pace of my fuck. Hard or soft, easy or rough.

And he kept his ass positioned ready for me. He didn’t back up or try to derive more pleasure from me. He knew it was about giving me pleasure. So he focused on what would bring me easily to another massive load in his hole.

I did. I buried a huge fucking load in his ass.

My cock throbbed for an eternity and his pulse quickened, enjoying the feel of my sperm splattering the insides and mixing with the other men’s juice already deep in his guts.

Later, I would get a message from another top on BarebackRT.com how he breeds DeepHole4Loads regularly. After a little exchange, I’d churned up his load among the five in his guts.

When two tops agree a hole is great, it’s great.

I’ve bred him twice. I would breed him again. And that’s unusual for me. I’m a hit-it-and-quit-it sort of top.

This is an ass I’d never quit.

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Hope For More

Hope For More

I’d hit the adult bookstore Opens a new window from this blog on the promise from some beefy ass from BarebackRT Link Opens in a New Window. He promised to show up and be wandering around in boots and a jock. As I arrived and my eyes adjusted to darkness and wandered around a bit. No beefy guys in jocks. No beefy guys. I check my messages on BBRT and he indicates he wanted to be sure I would be there.

I assure him I’m there now.

I’ve got time and I’m checking out a beefy, hairless Latino.

We end up in a room together, making out, licking his nipple. He slips on a condom and I fuck him a little.

I think of stealthing him. But that beefy ass is on his way. Right? I skip the stealthing and wind down the fuck, stepping out.

As I am waiting for the beefy ass, a couple comes out of another hook-up room Opens a new window from this blog. One makes a beeline to exit. The other hangs out. I get a feeling about the blond guy.

I’m wandering around some, hopeful for the bottom to whom I promised the load.

He’s a no show.

I make some rounds and the blond hottie is gone. I’m checking booths for a blowjob but the crowd is light. It’s coming up to be too late for the after work crowd and too early for an evening crowd. I’m thinking this just might be one time I’m not going to get lucky here. It’s rare but it happens.

I head upstairs once more and, hot damn, if the blond guy isn’t there. I lean against the wall, check him out. He checks me out. We’re in a hook-up room in moments.

With the door secured behind us, he speaks: “What are you into?”

“I’m a top,” I say.

“Good,” he responds. “I’m a bottom.”

He’s about five-foot-eight and got a beefy frame. As he removes his clothing — all of it — he’s not thin but he’s not too wide. He’s just perfect. He’s got these lovely smooth pecs and a nicely developed chest and arms. His belly is also nice and flat with a great treasure trail. But the lower half of his body is just hairy. His legs and ass are covered with a golden brown down.

I remove my clothing too. It’s unusual, even in one of the hook up rooms, to get completely naked. Yet we do and I want it. As we come together, we kiss. He’s an excellent kisser and his mouth covers mine, his tongue invading my mouth and hooking up inside my mouth. I can feel his body and it’s one of those when he moves, it’s like he’s flexing muscles.

As I take a step back to climb onto the padded platform that serves as a bed, I get another good look at him. I’m guessing in this dim light he’s 26. I’m also guessing he’s bisexual or even a straight bottom. We kiss more and roll around a bit. He sucks my already hard cock and then he rolls onto his back, hiking his legs and pushing his knees to his ears.

He knows what he wants.

He opens a tube of some generic form of jelly lube. He slathers it on his hole.

“You’ll cum inside me?” he asks.

“Only way,” I say.

He takes another dab of lube and begins to put just enough on my cock.

“Good,” he said. “I love cum.”

I line my cock up to his hole. I feel all the wiry hairs brush up against my cockhead. I can also feel how his pucker is closed up. But it’s itching to open. Again.

Pushing up against it, it opens and I’m inside.

I recognize this sensation. It’s wet. And not from lube. This man has been loaded.

Fucking starts and I push it inside him deeper. He snorts poppers and I begin really popping my cock. His own cock isn’t hard, which doesn’t surprise me. But as I feel around, I notice the cum within his pubes. Is it his? Is it someone else’s?

His ass is tight with some resistance here and there. I can tell he’s not experienced. He’s not flexing his muscles at all. While he verbally encourages my fucking and squirms a little, he’s not yet learned how to milk a cock with the motion of the fuck.

I encourage him to sit on my cock for a moment.

Now this offers no resistance and I get a really good look at him. Again, he’s got one of those beautifully put together muscle bodies that’s not over done. The shadows of the room play here and there just perfectly. His nipples sit almost in the middle of his nicely built pecs. As I run my fingers across his chest, you can feel a little stubble where he’s shaved or clipped off the errant hair or two. But there’s a natural smoothness elsewhere.

In this position, his ass naturally milks my cock. I haven’t snorted any poppers but I’m resisting plunging over the edge into the point-of-no-return. And then he starts talking about me cumming, but he wants it on his back.

I flip him back over and begin to fuck him in earnest with some fever after taking a hit off the poppers. It’s getting a little warm with the exertion. But I can’t wait to add my cum to the mix already in his ass, which he indicates is three or four loads. I ask him if he wants my load and he tells me he does.

My cock begins to throb and I let my load go.

I push hard deep into him and try to get it even deeper. I keep the pace before collapsing on him, my cock still buried inside him.

When I finally catch my breath, I ask, “How long have you been taking loads?”

“Not very long,” he says. “Just a few months.”

“Really?” I’m even surprised at this, although I suspect it’s a little longer. “You like it?”

“I love it,” he says. “I got fucked a few times with condoms and it just irritated my ass.”

“Are you married?” I ask.

“Yea,” he says.

“To a woman?”

“Yea.”

“Y’all fuck any more?”

“Not that much.”

I pause for a moment and question whether to tell him what I’m thinking.

“Well, I’d like to fuck you again,” I say. “Beside, I’m kind of known in the bareback community.”

“Really?” he says. “How?”

“I write a blog.”

“You’re not ‘iBLASTinside’?”

“Yup,” I smile. “That’s me.”

“Fuck,” he says. “I’ve been wanting you to fuck me.”

“Well, I just did,” I say. “You ought to feel like it when I have more time and more room.”

“You did damn good with what you had.”

I finally pull my cock out. I’m still hard and tempted to load him again but I need to head home, as does he.  We exchange names with the promise he’ll e-mail me. Oh and it turns out he was in his late thirties.

Of course, he hasn’t e-mailed me yet (UPDATE: actually, he has Opens a new window from this blog). That’s the course of things. But I can always hope for more.

               

Beefy ass from BBRT eventually did e-mail me, at first saying he thought me an online flake. Of course, there’s nothing further from the truth. Later he sent and e-mail that says the following:

 He chickened out.

As it turned out, it was for the best. I rather liked breeding the married, blond bottom happened to be rather enjoyable. And I really hope for more. Because unlike a member of BBRT, the married, blond bottom wasn’t chicken.

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Key West Postcard

Travel Diary: My Little Piggy

Meeting fans of my blog is always a little risky.

There is the stalker element. I’ve been stalked before but not for this blog. In fact, I’ve been stalked twice for completely different reasons and very strange results. One was just a mental case. Literally. The other is a story I need to reserve for an entry.

While on my trip to Key West, a few fans of the blog did recognize me. I’d partially hoped for a few folks who wanted to have a beer and maybe chat a little, show me the sleazier side of town. Unfortunately, that didn’t work out. Mostly, men just want a sample of my DNA.

I guess men want to compare the bravado of the blog to the dick in real life.

Not sure how many of those men go home disappointed or really happy.

Among them was a man who messaged me first on Scruff, as you can see. I’ve altered things a bit.

He popped up early in the week then went offline and practically disappeared. I began to wonder whether I’d get him. Truth be told, another man kept in touch.

Or should I say “man.”

He spent a lot of time not exactly as a man, although he would get fucked as a man. I’m not at all into femme, transgender, drag queens or even guys who get off on wearing women’s panties while getting fucked. In fact, I’ll let a jock slip in there every once in a while but a man-thong creeps me out.

I knew it would make for a great blog entry that I’d fucked a lady-boy, man-girl or whatever you want to call it. But just having the knowledge of such made my dick shrivel.

But this pig happened to be all man.

He popped back up on the grid at the right moment — my last night in town. I spent it basking in three dick dancers and a bar back at Bourbon Street Pub (that’s an entry all unto itself). I’d been offered to spend more money to get one or all for a “private party,” but what I wanted and needed was relatively simple.

Pump and dump.

I knew my little piggy in Key West would understand.

I texted and he responded.

He said he was with a “bud,” who I actually assume was his boyfriend since he indicated he needed a moment to slip out. He did.

Arriving at the guesthouse, we slipped inside and found a dark corner. I dropped my trousers and he dropped to his knees, sucking on my cock immediately.

He opened wide and used a lot of spit. He went to work on my balls, familiar enough to know that’s how you generated extra cream for his ass. His aggressive work was perfect for my slightly buzzed state at 2:30 in the morning.

I stood him up and turned him around. He asked for poppers, knowing full well I’d have some handy.

He’d been using spit to apply to his ass. As he bent over, he grabbed my cock and lined it up to his ass. I applied pressure as soon as it hit the pucker and it slid inside easily.

His ass sucked me inside as aggressively as his mouth had. This piggy wanted fucked.

I grabbed his hips and went to fucking. Slow at first, then sleeping up. Fucking hell, his ass chute was smooth and straight. A lot of shit tunnels bend down when you’ve got a piggy bent over to fuck. Since my cock points toward my belly, it adds a little stress to my cock. But not his. As I’ve said, every ass is different and his offered a distinct smoothness and a nice straightness to it.

Despite our being semi-public, I began to fuck in earnest. I knew men had fucked in this darkened corner before and would again. I grabbed the poppers and took my hit. And then I began to slam his ass looking to relieve my balls of all the weight they’d built up over the night’s teasing.

The sound of my thighs slapping his ass started to echo through the courtyard, but I didn’t give a shit. He grunted. I did too. His smooth chute just felt too perfect as I went for the final moments before allowing my load to go into him.

“Want my load?” I whispered harshly.

“Yeah man!” he whispered back. “I want it so bad!”

I began to throb and then my cock let loose, sending literally torrents of cum into his ass. I pushed forward with my hips but threw back my head in a silent howl.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I came down a little and my cock  slipped out.

My little piggy turned around, crouched down and licked my cock clean. I could smell the mix of cum, sweat and ass juices. He gobbled them up.

Licking his chops, he stood, pulling up his pants.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for that.”

And with that little whisper, he was off into the night.

I went to bed, slept well and flew home the next day.

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I’ll have the double rice

I’ll have the double rice

California offers many pleasures but for me, it happens to be a larger percentage of Asians among the fuckable population. I’ve always had an affinity for Asians and, despite whatever your impression might be, Asians offer a kaleidoscopic among themselves, as I’ve found out.

On my most recent trip, I scooted south to the Los Angeles megaplex — quite a different vibe than Northern California where I’ve been frequenting of late. Moreover, I was in town for a lovely, lovely tradeshow.

If in your career, you’ve never had the esteemed pleasure of working a tradeshow, then you’ve missed experiencing what I am certain would become a modern ring of hell if Dante were alive to write about it today. A bunch of people gather in a space to set temporary campgrounds of marketing marvels and give away shit to others forced to visit because their bosses were too lazy to go.

Oh, and you smile a lot. And act interested.

I think local homes drop off Alzheimer’s patients as a stimulating experience for them. We have to be nice in our booths because we are hoping for prospective customers to stop by.

Anyway, it’s in this setting where my first gentleman caller pops up.

His body, as you can see, is perfection. His nipples just divine. Smooth. Gorgeous. I cannot say enough about how amazing he was. Then again, perfection does tend to agree with one at 21 years old.

To get over the initial awkwardness, he suggested giving me a backrub — how 1980s porn, I know — but it worked and soon he was stroking and sucking my cock. I returned the favor, literally licking every spot on his body. The natural smoothness extended to the pucker around his hole.

I ate him out. I ate deep. I went for it. I got that asshole ready for my cock.

As I slid up along his back, I began to rub my hardness in that crack trying to find the wet hole. He teased me a bit. Just as he’d been teasing me with a possible kiss that never happened. His long, jet black, straight hair constantly tossed to the side as he stared at me but a kiss would never quite come. Oh, he’d suck my cock, but no kissing.

Fine but what ever. I now wanted to fuck.

And away he pulls, right out from under me. Off across the room to find his pants. FUCK.

Despite the implication that I wanted to “fill” his hole, he brought a damn condom. Indeed. And he put it on me. Lubed it up with his own product and then sat on my cock.

Luckily, with a body like his, I could stay hard enough to keep it going. We fucked but I just have to say we were going through the motions when he finally suggested he get on his back.

BINGO.

His muscular, almost hairless legs up and blocking his view allowed me to begin pumping his ass. He never once reached to check the status of the condom and he began asking for me to be sure to shoot my load all over his chest.

No problem, I told him.

I slipped the condom off between strokes and left it on the ledge of the bed.

Finally inside his fully lubed Asian ass and I could feel his loose, already amazing ass around my cock. He blabbed on about wanting my cum on his chest when I took my hit of poppers, already in ecstasy thanks to those first moments of barebacking.

Of course the poppers pushed me over the edge.

I began to pick up pace and really let him have it. He was intensely enjoying it.

“Yea, you want my cum?” I asked.

“Yea man!” he said. “All over me!”

“Just tell me you want my cum,” I demanded.

“I want your cum!” I responded.

I began to shoot in his ass, the first two jets I made sure were deep in him before I pulled out and shot another on his ass and the nearby condom and then finally, mocking that I was having trouble with the condom, the last couple of smaller ones into his dark pubes. But he didn’t care as he had been in the throws of his own orgasm, shooting sprays across that perfect chest.

How I wanted to lick it up but after all, we were “safe.”

Next…

A couple of evenings later would be my last night in town and I’d been searching for another bit of fun — not necessarily Asian. However, my appetite turned out to be unsatisfied when he messaged me.

Now I’m not one to turn down another Asian, especially with this ethnic flair. I’d never sampled a Vietnamese. And to assure we didn’t have a repeat of the last time, I made it perfectly clear that I would be breeding his ass. Part of our exchange, in fact, follows:

ME: Raw or wrapped?

HIM: never done bb before..u? im clean and neg..no drug

ME: BB only here. Clean and neg. No drug.

HIM: cool. if serious, drop me your cell..

After the usual cell texting, the five-foot-four cutie showed up at my hotel room. This boy kissed and sucked cock like a pro. His oral skills left the other guy in the dust.

When I made it to his ass, well, where the other Asian had muscles, this 24-year-old had mounds of beautiful flesh that I ate like I’ve not eaten in years.

And when I slid up and my cock found his crevice, his hole opened up and soon I was sliding into him.

He might not have ever barebacked before but I know he’d thought of it. He’d wanted it. He begged for my cock and soon started on my cum without my prompting.

I let him ride me for a while before finally putting him on his stomach. My 6-foot-3 and 210-pound frame made his disappear into the bed. I totally dominated him.

And I made him beg me for my load.

I finally did unload and pushed it deep into his ass. I kept my cock inside him until I softened up and let it fall out.

His first bareback load made him a little clingy. I think he thought it was an invitation to stay but I had to kick him out. Nonetheless, it proved to be quite an event. Two Asian asses in just a few days.

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Travel Diary: To Summarize My California Trip (in Fucking)… a Triple Play

Travel Diary: To Summarize My California Trip (in Fucking)… a Triple Play

When it comes to the California journey, this time turned out a lot better than last. And the effort netted three beautiful asses in which I deposited my DNA.
Triple PlayYou can see the three here.

#1, Cumslut

The first proved to be your common, everyday cumslut. He wanted cum and would take it anyway I’d give it.

Now I like cum-hungry bottoms. There’s not a damn thing wrong with bottoms who know their place. That said, often-used bottoms often end up with sloppy asses that aren’t exactly tight around a cock. The question becomes how he works a cock.

Technique is everything for a bottom. This little slut relied on one thing: Movement of his body. His muscles in his ass never contracted around my cock to increase the friction.

Disappointing.

However, since I wondered on my journeys whether I’d be lucky enough to find more ass, I dumped a load anyway, which he gladly accepted.

 

#2, Nailing Rusty

Rusty wasn’t his real name, but got to give him some creativity for coming up with something other than Ryan or Josh or Mike — seemingly the go to names when it comes to the fictional fuck labels.

At 23 years old and five-foot-four-inches, the pic to the right doesn’t come close to doing this little fucker justice. A crooked smile with deeply brown eyes one could get lost in for a few hours easily.

This dude had model good looks but luckily lacked the attitude. Within moments, he was kissing me deeply. He undressed quickly, with the impatience of a young man. His beefy, smooth pecs jutted out while his tight tummy barely outlined the perfection of a six pack. But that beautiful layer of baby-fat still covered his body. The smoothness of his chest gave way to dark fuzz on his legs and around his five-inch cock, which stood rock hard and straight perpendicular from his body.

Then I got a glimpse of his beautiful ass, furry as well but mounds of just beauty. I loved it and went in for a little taste before his aggressive nature returned for a kiss.

He climbed up and began to grind his ass against my own 7 inches of rock hard skin. He sucked me some but just didn’t want to spend all that much time wasting it on oral before searching the hotel room for lotion and lubing me up. It took a moment before he could get me inside.

We kissed. A lot. And he was damn hot. For his youth, he was accomplished at kissing and knew a thing or two about flexing his ass a little. But because he was tight — very tight — and the lotion never really lubed him up too much, we kept the friction going. Soon he jumped off and laid on his stomach. I pounded him from behind and he began begging for my load.

I gave him my babies.

My DNA rushed inside him and released with great throbbing. When my orgasm died down, he jumped back and rode me until he released a small load onto my stomach hair.

And in a flash, Rusty left me.

Still, one of those memorable fucks.

 

#3, The Tao of Taye

Taye messages me from San Francisco, a half-hour away. Claiming to be a “fan” of this blog, I always tend to be a little hesitant to meet people who seem to know too much as they might turn out to be stalkers. But eventually, I agreed to meet him. He arrived.

His online photos failed to do him justice.

This chocolate god pulled off his jacket and his shirt clung to his pecs. As I reached for them, my fingertips brushed across his nipples.

His exhale told me the secret I needed. His weakness. I exploited that weakness and soon had him naked.

Rather than attempt to even express the expertise of Taye and his skills as a bottom, I’m going to explain a little on the entry. This is a man who had the most incredible ass lips and he used them, puckering them around my cock and teasing me just a little then moving them over the head of my cock. Opening himself a little and then tightening around my cockhead and seeming to try to swallow.

His ass had a personality of its own.

It was a solid 10 minutes of play before my cock fully entered him and I have to say it was among the most enjoyable 10 minutes ever.

Taye’s enjoyable ass proved to be a warmth to live in for hours — or that’s how it seemed. I fucked him and bred him deeply.

When I bred him, he was flat on his stomach. I’d mounted him from behind and, considering how long we’d played, I blew a huge load in his ass. I throbbed in a much more pronounced way than normal.

And Taye noticed.

So much so, without touching himself, he shot his own load on the white hotel linens.

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