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Open Letter: Putting Bottoms on Notice

Open Letter: Putting Bottoms on Notice

Dear Bottoms:

I think there’s been a little confusion of late. Maybe the tops who you’ve found have been a little too nice, although I’d probably attribute it to the fact they’ve been sucked into the heterocentric sensitivity training of taking care of the wife or some other bullshit. Or maybe there’s too much of the Housewives of Wherever-The-Fuck on TV, showing the women getting all uppity on their men.

That or some queeny, bitch-ass bottom started a movement that they’ve got the hole so they get to be large and in charge.

As I’ve been communicating with a few of your compatriots who want cocks and cum, I’m getting these demands. I’m being told — not requested, but ordered — to provide certain items. These include but are not limited to the following:

  • Face photograph
  • Full body shots
  • Videos of me fucking
  • Recent paperwork showing my HIV and STI/STD status

In most if not all of these cases, the bitch who’s making these demands is not providing any of these to me and, for the most part, gives me some line of bullshit that he’s “assuming all the risk.”

If I could reach through the Internet lines and grab you by the balls, bend you over and rape you lubeless, I would.

Additionally, I am getting a lot of feedback with which the precision a bottom wishes to be fucked. One said that I must only fuck him on his back, I must kiss him and, of course, he wants me to pull out and cum on his face.

In all of the preceding cases, I have declined to fuck them.

While I might entertain an occasional request from a bottom, that ass and body is there for my pleasure. If the bottom gets something out of it, good for you. I rarely give a fuck. But if a bottom seems particularly receptive to my fucking, I’ll be glad to make sure he gets to cum.

Good news is if I’m really enjoying myself, often the bottom will just cum on his own.

Here’s a little reminder of the 11 Commandments for a True Bottom. These were written by a bottom for all bottoms.

If you have a problem with this, please do me the kindness and fuck off.

Otherwise, I look forward to hearing from you.

Mark-Signature-Black

Mark Bentson aka iBLASTinside
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rage

The Guy I Didn’t Fuck

I’m traveling right now and I’d warned the bottoms around here I’d be in town and up to breed.

My top contender for my load was fucking adorable. We had been texting back and forth for close to a week (on and off) when it came to the time when the boy needed to put his ass in the air.

With some, when it comes to being with me, they need some assurances. I need assurances too. I’ve had too many catfish — so many, I could open a seafood restaurant. I need convinced a person is real.

He needed convincing I’d not leave him with HIV or an STD.

Supposedly, he was in my hotel when he sent this line:

“I’m sorry I keep asking but it would be bad for a nurse to pop up with HIV.”

I went back to reread that.

Surely, someone going into healthcare — someone who would care for people with all sorts of diseases, disorders and maladies — did not just imply that male nurses were not supposed to become poz.

Having known plenty of poz men (and women) in many, many professions including nursing (and doctoring, for that matter), my hard cock took a turn south as the blood rushed to my finger tips and I furiously began typing to this little fucker.

I was pissed.

Would it be bad for a nurse to pop up diabetic? With high cholesterol? Obese?

This young man needed to get some sense fucked into him but I wasn’t going to do it, especially since I’d assured him I wasn’t giving him anything he’d judged as “bad.” In the end, I thought it better to deny him cock and cum. I just couldn’t support him knowing that his sexy ass somehow justified him getting bred. Sure, I could have bred him, telling him I was filling him up with toxic, puss-filled, virus-laden cum. But it would just play into the damned critics who make my life enough of a challenge I’m in semi-retirement now.

Instead, I sent him on his way without his ass fulfilled with what he really needed. And I told him that he indeed turned into the bottom inspiration that brought me out of retirement to write.

I hope no one gets sick and gets cared for by this little son-of-a-bitch. If you do and he perceives you somehow, Male Nurse McJudgie is not going to give you 100% of the loving care you deserve.

May his ass rot cumless (and condomless) until his dying day.

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Children Are Petri Dishes of Walking Colds, Flu and Worse

Children Are Petri Dishes of Walking Colds, Flu and Worse

I love my nephew. At 3½ years old, he’s among the highlights of my life. I am one of his surrogate fathers as his real father has largely abandoned him for drugs.

One of the few bonuses of my increased time at home is I get to spend a lot more time with this adorable creature, who will grow up absolutely gorgeous and totally straight. Yes, I can tell from an early age. I read men (and boys) quickly and can easily categorize them Opens a new window from this blog.

And despite what you may think, I will never touch my nephew in an inappropriate way and if I find someone who does, I will finally make good on the promise I made to my molester Opens a new window from this blog. Death at my own hands.

If you’ve read my Dark Passenger Opens a new window from this blog series, you will know about my own molestation and the suffering dichotomy that resulted from a gay boy emerging early into sexual manhood. This blog wasn’t intended just to advocate for barebacking. I started it to explore and reconcile the psycho-sexual and emotional damage and figure out where I needed my life to go.

I’ve gotten off on a bit of a tangent because of the medicine I’m taking plus the fact I didn’t get much of a night’s sleep thanks to coughing, congestion and headaches.

My adorable nephew gave me the only thing he could give me all by himself: His cold.

Now with that virus coursing through me and surrounding the general area, I’m forced to take it easy. Last night happened to be Atlanta’s CumUnion Opens a new window from this blog that I’d hoped to finally attend. Again Opens a new window from this blog, it coincided with a full moon on Friday Opens a new window from this blog, which tends to increase horniness. Add to that a lot of men are “visiting” family, so the opportunity to fucking more ass is available.

Believe it or not, while I’m horny and, with drugs, can stand upright and generally feel okay. Believe it or not, even though I have only 99° temperature (not even 99.1°, just 99°), I’m staying home and away from others.

If I can help it, no one else gets this cold.

While some twits seem to think I’m out changing people’s statuses by stealthing Opens a new window from this blog and passing along STDs, I am not. As I wrote recently Opens a new window from this blog, if I stealth, they leave with the same status as they had prior to my fucking them.

In this case, I won’t fuck them and no one will suffer through an ordinary cold. Except me.

Loading Zone: On Becoming A Cumdump Bottom

Loading Zone: On Becoming A Cumdump Bottom

[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 thirtysomething former “safe” top. He’s naturally smooth and twink. He’s from Los Angeles and, well, he can tell his story a little better than I can.[/alert]

 

As a negative man, I was afraid of sex. As a positive man, I embrace it.

About a year ago I seroconverted. With it, the usual range of upset emotions flooded me: shock, anger, fear, disbelief, sadness, etc. But something else happened, too. Something I didn’t expect.

After the dust settled and I learned the facts about my new status, my libido exploded! I was so turned on, almost all the time, especially at the thought of being fucked raw and bred.

I never really thought of myself as a bottom before, so this was new for me. I also started to feel like I was really a part of the community, willing to experiment sexually and do shit I only fantasized about and watched in porn. Funny thing is, I didn’t realize just how uptight and scared of sex I used to be until after I was no longer shackled by my negative sero-status.

iBLASTinside's Bareback Loading ZoneOnce I became poz, most of my inhibitions about sex started to fall away. I began hooking up more frequently, offering my hole and telling guys to unload in me. I wanted to hear guys tell me they were going to shoot inside me and I was really turned on if they refused to pull out.

I even set up a gang bang and invited poz men to anonymously breed me, which I have never done before. I took six loads that night and could have easily taken twice that or more. It really felt amazing.

Finally, what I didn’t realize when I was negative, was that I was now experiencing sex, I was embracing sex in a very bold way.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always loved sex. But like a lot of us, I was indoctrinated to believe that fucking will kill you if you’re not “safe.” So I never even considered to letting my inhibitions completely go; it just wasn’t an option.

I could never quite resolve this deep-rooted fear with the simple fact that I love cock and cum.

As a poz man, I have come to realize that at my core I am a cum-loving sex pig and there is nothing hotter to me than feeling a guy’s raw dick inside my body. I love thinking about it, I love doing it, I love watching it, and I love hearing about it!

I now find men who are sexually timid to be a complete turn off. I don’t want to teach or feel like I’m dragging anyone into a sexual experience. I want to be joined.

Fear of sex has little place with me anymore. This awakening would never have happened had I not become poz.

As a neg man, I was a typical “serosorter,” Link Opens in a New Window programmed to associate HIV with death. Any man that appeared to have that “HIV-positive look” (usually as a result of side effects of earlier medications and treatments) was completely off limits to me as an HIV-negative man. I realize now that that was my own prejudice because it was rooted in fear and ignorance. But I never recognized it as such, I just thought I was “being safe.”

Ironically, after I seroconverted, I now find poz men incredibly hot. I am now VERY turned on by poz men… but more significantly, I’m even more turned on by uninhibited men. It’s as if coming to terms with my own mortality provoked a strong response to live.

When I see that in other men, I recognize there must be some shared journey in that. I am part of a tribe now, part of a community that embraces its own. In so many ways I am relieved to have shed those HIV prejudices.

I used to screen guys about their status before having sex with them. Based on their sincerity, appearance and/or my intuition, I would determine what I would do sexually — if anything. There was always an element of unpleasant anxiety that went with it, but I never knew anything different, so I just accepted that as part of the deal. Of course there were few after-the-fact scares and I was tested somewhat regularly for HIV and stds.

If a guy told me he was positive or I suspected was positive, then I would usually pass on the encounter. In the back of my mind, I truly thought I was safe from HIV. But this illusion is such bullshit and self-delusional. It’s all fear and mental gymnastics and unsustainable.

So I fucked a guy and seroconverted. I didn’t intend it to happen, but ultimately I’m more grateful than not. Now I can actually relax, find contentment and peace and ton of sexual resolution. I am more into sex now that I have ever been before and have discovered the spiritual-sexual connection between men and the drive to fuck and be fucked…and if a guy tells me he’s poz, my dick starts to swell and my hole aches to be fucked and loaded up.

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Busting a Cherry

Busting a Cherry

He claimed to be bisexual, but whether he was or not wasn’t for me to suggest. Upon my only phone conversations, he sounded like one of those soft-spoken, overly sensitive guys girls just loved to date.

He’d e-mailed me once before, but it was this e-mail that finally got me to call him:

Hello, 
I have called you a few times 🙂 and I am not sure what you think at this point but I really want an experienced top to fuck me. I can leave my work at 11:30 and be in your town in 10 to 15 mins. I am serious that I really want to take me and fuck me until you get off. All I ask is that you start slow (as this would be my first time) everything else I would leave to you. 

He included the photograph of him sucking a cock.

I’d taken a look back at the history to find the only other photo of him had been him fucking a girl. His earlier e-mail had read:

I have not bottomed before but I have to admit that I have had your number in my phone for a couple of weeks. I am 6′ tall 36yo white male, 180lbs nice looking in pretty good shape. I have a nice ass. 

The only questions I have is, can you do me without killing me? 7 inches may be a little large. I may have to work up to a pounding. Can I call you? Are you available over lunch hours?
after work? 5-15 ish? Saturday mornings? 


Pic is of me doing a female friend of mine.

It’s always a little sketchy to fuck a virgin, especially one around here in the boondocks. I get more fiftysomething men saying they waited until their kids were grown or their wife was dried up to try it. Fuck that. Let them hire a call guy.

But something told me this guy was a little different. I always go with my gut. So I called him up.

Funny talking to someone who sounded more nutty-crunchy-West Coast than Southern, but I gave him the invite and lickity split if he didn’t show up in 15 minutes, as promised.

A tall six feet and beefy, he sported a thin, trimmed Abe Lincoln beard that turned out to be adorable. He stripped down and sucked me just enough to get me hard and then laid flat on his stomach.

With younger, inexperienced bottoms, I might ease into the fucking. But he practically begged for it. I got the lube instead of eating his ass, not sure of the hygiene situation anyway. I lubed my cock, I lubed his hole.

When I touched the pucker, it reacted immediately, relaxing and opening. I slid a finger just inside to feel him already relaxing. I didn’t bother with any other digit play and went to laying on top of him.

I poised my raw cockhead at the hole and pushed just a bit. My head is flared and larger than the shaft, so it took a second for it to push past the first sphincter. It did with a grunt.

“How’s that feel?” I asked, resisting the urge to bury my cock.

“Pull out for a sec,” he said.

I did, and let him adjust to the sensation. When I entered him the second time a few moments later, the first sphincter offered no resistance, but the second did. I pushed past it and slowly, with a little at the time… He grunted and breathed hard.

“Does it hurt?” I asked.

“Yea,” he said. “But keep going.”

I did. And then it was all the way in. I relaxed on top of him and rotated my hips so my bare cock buried into his virgin hole.

“That’s all of it,” I said. “You’ve got a full cock in your ass.”

“It hurts,” he said. “But it feels good. Please fuck me.”

I began thrusting, just with my hips at first. As I did, his hands reached around my arms to grab hold. His grunts became more groans.

“Oh man,” he started to chant as I picked up pace.

I really began to pound, lifting into a push up position and letting my hips drop into his ass, my cock plunging deeper as my thighs slapped into his butt cheeks.

“I knew it would feel this good,” he said.

“Why don’t you sit on it and take it deeper?” I said.

We switched over, him taking a seat. Now I had access to his chest with gigantic nipples. I’d rarely seen nipples so large — two inches in diameter easily. His moderately hairy chest with a lovely treasure trail down to a very hairy bush. His cock had retreated into the unkempt bush, almost invisible except for the copious amount of precum pouring forth.

He rode my cock like a champ.

And then I positioned him on his back and fucked his legs in the air.

I pounded him some, but kept it to a minimum, knowing just how sore he’d be the next few days. I put him back on his stomach for the breeding and got the man to beg for my load in his ass before unleashing a torrent of DNA into his tight, no-longer-cherry hole.

He seemed relieved as I as I pulled out and rolled off. Not relieved it was over. Relieved like he’d shot a load. But he didn’t. As he stood up, his precum-soaked bush never hinted his cock ever escaped its tangle.

“Damn, that felt better than I thought it would be,” he said.

“So you’ll come back for more?”

He nodded and smiled with a goofy grin.

 

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