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The Brotherhood of the Traveling Fucks

I’ve been traveling a lot. And it doesn’t look like it will let up anytime soon. And I’ve been fucking lucky.

Literally.

The ass in each city ends up being hot, hot, hot.

If I tried to write about every ass and each encounter, you’d all love it — I know. But I don’t have time. I’m just that busy.

Allow me to summarize some of the highlights.

Mid-Atlantic Tropical Hot Ass

I usually advertise my arrival in advance of my arrival. My ads usually announce that a top blogger is coming to town, looking for some bottom inspiration. I require some basic information from those who want to learn about the blog, since a vast majority of people just want the jerk off material.

I don’t mind. But I want to get a glimpse of who’s going to see it.

Occasionally, some people know who it is. Or they figure it out quickly. These are my fan fuck plans. Some people can be dedicated fans, who read up on me in great details. Others are just the guys who read me when it’s time to jerk off.

This young, very tan man hits me up and begins begging.

Now you have to understand. The younger the bottom, the less reliable. Young men in their twenties are notorious unreliable. I’ve made plans with hem in cities only to end up with a dry dick in hand.

This one really seemed genuine.

And not to bore you with details, he worked out well considering that this time, I ended up running late. He arrived after I finally got into my hotel room. Without hesitation, he worked into an embrace and kiss.

A good kiss.

His sucking worked at getting me hard. But when I finally got into his hairy ass, the fucking tight ass proved to be phenomenal.

Too phenomenal.

It’s been a while since I’ve bred someone three times in a row. But this little fucker kept me hard through all three. I never really slowed down. Of course, I’d been saving up a little. His exotic mixture of Latin and native tropics. A little hair on his chest and these juicy nipples.

His ass never truly loosened up.

If I ever slipped out, this bottom would let out an exasperated plea to put it back in.

I never went soft. His talent seemed unending to keep me hard. He’d read about where to touch me, how to keep me interested and what to do to arouse me.

He is someone who will be fucked again.

University City Slut

It’s summertime, so most of the college kids are at home, screwing around there and not at school. Just my luck I get to go to the midwest and a town that’s pretty much nothing but a university-supported town.

There’s a small contingency of college kids around — too many of them catfish (fakes who claim to want fucking). I’d just about given up.

I’d messaged a guy on BarebackRT.com before my arrival and, well, he pops back online. I invite him over and, 30 minutes later, this thirtysomething is sucking my cock on my hotel room bed.

We went into fuck mode and his neg hole is just begging me to squirt my load inside him a coat his insides fulls of my DNA.

I do.

All you have to do is beg. And this bottom does.

It’s after all the fucking, with us winded on such an intense session, that he admits to having known who I was, loving my blog and basically wanting to find out if he could really feel it “blast inside.”

(Yes, he could feel it.)

He’d gone to dinner with friends and ditched them between the restaurant and the club to swing by and get fucked by me. But we’d promised for a more extensive session next time.

My Boyfriend Doesn’t Know I’m a Slutty Bottom

Occasionally, one of those 20-year-old guys with an impossibly smooth body e-mails me. I figure the photo has been Photoshopped until there’s not a freckle, not a blemish and no stray hairs.

I’m in Texas and on BarebackRT.com when this little fucker e-mails me, volunteering to come take my load. I tell him the hotel. He asks the room. I give it. He says 15 minutes.

And in 17 minutes, there’s a knock at my door. A gorgeous boy walks in, lithe, tall, Latin and beautiful. His shirt is coming off as he steps into the room. He isn’t hesitating.

His chest is perfect. Just barely definition but no imperfections. Anywhere.

The lights are down low because I fucking hate the harsh lighting of hotels. He flips an end-table light on, its florescent yellow blinking into cold existence. But this boy’s skin is still perfect, reflecting the seamless skin with just a peach fuzz of hair that tingles as I run my fingers over it.

He’s naked now and grabbing for my pants.

He sucks me. I was already hard. He slobbers all over my cock. He thumbs his huge uncut cock a little as he comes up and kisses me with the perfect thick lips and then turns around and lines up my cock with his perfect little pucker.

And he pushes.

I’m inside him.

This insatiable boy just begins to ride. But I can’t be a passive top. I move him into a few positions and I pummel him.

He begs for my cum. He says he wants it bad. Please give it to him. I do. I load him up deep.

I lay in the glow afterward, letting my fingertips run over this perfect boy’s skin.

As we talk, it turns out I’m the fourth load in him tonight, although he’d cleaned out for me — I jokingly scold him for doing that. He assures me I’m the first of many loads as he leaves me for a few more.

His boyfriend is working tonight. He’s out for as many loads as possible. And he takes all loads. Doesn’t matter. Oh, he’s a little picky. Hard cocks only.

Never heard of my blog. Couldn’t care less. He just wanted my cum. He just wanted me to blast inside.

Straight Boy and Gay Bottom

In a southern city, I’ve chosen a ginger to fuck. He finally arrives. When he walks in, I recognize him immediately.

He’s straight. He’s a straight bottom. (Yes, they exist.)

He walks in and basically gets to sucking me. Nothing nice about it. He’s not very good, but it’s enough to harden me up. I step behind him and slick my cock up when he mentioned he has a condom.

I don’t protest. I put it on. At least, that’s what he sees. He lines it up with his hole, feeling the condom on it but after it goes in his hole, I pull it out and pull off the condom in a single motion and slide back inside. As soon as I’m in him bare I feel it.

His asshole is throbbing.

Damn inexperienced bottoms.

He’s shooting his load all over my bed.

Pisses me off a little, but I’ve been inside him raw and he didn’t notice. Or maybe he did and that’s why he shot off so quick.

He liked it raw.

He’s out the door and I’m on the prowl again. I don’t find another taker until the next day… this a gay guy who just had this terrific body. I didn’t see a face. I get a little concerned when I don’t see a face at all.

He walks in an angel, with these stunning eyes.

We get to the act quickly, although I wanted to take my time. And we fuck for longer than I intended because I want to give him the best I can.

He enjoys it.

We finally kiss as he leaves a load lighter and a load heavier.

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Revised and Updated Guide to Poppers

Maximum Impact Deadens the Sensations of Sex

ethyl chloride aerosol

Welcome to a new review of poppers — well, technically, I don’t consider this a popper. Thanks to a reader who wrote asking about it after reading the updated Guide to Poppers Opens new window of a page on this blog. It’s a good question. So I decided to add it and explain myself.

Maximum Impact

RECOMMENDED FOR
ADVANCED USERS ONLY

Chemically, Maximum Impact and its sister aerosol cousins bear no resemblance to poppers Opens new window of a page on this blog. Poppers are in the nitrite family and arrive in liquid form. Max Impact is an aerosol and is commonly known as an ethyl chloride, but in today’s chemical terms, a chloroethane Open-New-Window-External. You might recognize this class of products as the duster for your computer or a local anesthesia that a doctor may use before cutting off a skin tag or wart.

The most noticeable part of chloroethanes are the chilling effect when sprayed for a period of time.

Even more chilling: Inhale them too much, and you could die.

I didn’t know this fact when I tried Max Impact, which is sprayed into a rag or wash cloth and then held up to your face or mouth and breathed in deeply. As I took a whiff, taking in the sickly sweet scent against my now cold face, I felt almost nothing.

Well maybe a slight tingle.

Chloroethanes act as a central nervous system system depressant. In other words, it lessens all sensations of your body. While poppers enhance sensations, chloroethanes deaden the sensations.

Not at all what I use poppers to experience.

In the end, I find Maximum Impact actually deadens the impact of any fun and, frankly, makes for a less enhanced experienced.

[alert style=”red”] Should any chlorothane become 15 percent or more of the air you breathe, it could be deadly. As a safety precaution, always use these products with a friend nearby to monitor your use to remove the rag from your face. [/alert]

 

one-out-of-five-stars rating

How do you like Maximum Impact? Rate this product by clicking the stars rating on this page! You can also comment below and post your own review. 

Pros

I can find no quality that makes it qualify as a popper

Cons

Could be deadly, it deadens all sensations.

 

Where to get Maximum Impact

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Ramses or TheBestHands or TheBestHandsGa

TheBestHands Works Out the Knots

Ramses

Available on MasseurFinder.com as TheBestHandsGa Open-New-Window-External and TheBestHands Open-New-Window-External
Email Ramses at MassagesByRamses@gmail.com mail
Also advertises on Craigslist.org in Therapeutic Services Open-New-Window-External

ramses-chest Highlights

bullet 32 year old, Latino, smooth, toned, 5-foot 8-inch, black hair, light goatee, non-smoker
bullet Massages in his briefs
bullet Deep tissue & Swedish combination with hot stones, cranial sacral & trigger point elements
bullet Massages on a table in a clean, serene space dedicated to massage
bullet 60 minutes for $80 or 90 minutes for $120 (in call) every day but Sunday
bullet Located in northwestern Atlanta/Buckhead between I-85 and Highway 400 near Lenox inside a gated apartment community
bullet Ramses has roommates but good privacy
bullet Happy endings as a hand-job

four-out-of-five-stars rating

Sometimes it’s about the massage.

In the past, I’ve just been lucky in my distant past to have massage therapists who give great massage and happy endings Opens new window of a page on this blog, but it’s been a while since that happened. Since then, I’ve been on a search for the perfect combination.

I’ll admit. For a while, I settled on a straight therapist who gave great massage but never touched my dick. My happy ending happened to be when he cradled my head in his broad hands and did something with his finger tips to seemingly cause tingles down my spine then he’d balance my Chakras. Now I’m not much of one for such bullshit, but I’ll admit I actually felt something and I felt better.

ramses-IIWhen I saw Ramses ad, I felt a little tingle too, but not in the same places as the straight guy.

I always like the exotics, that’s no secret. Ramses didn’t seem stuck-up, like a lot of the other guys. His rates were reasonable and he answered all my questions, assuring he was indeed trained in massage.

His massage space was well-lit and warm with one of those running water meditation things. Ramses was shy, or so it seemed. He didn’t try to engage in conversation at all other than asking me if I had any issues.

He stripped down to briefs. But his large nipples and naturally smooth, taught body proved to be a joy to watch (at least when I was face up).

The room was warm, linens clean and smelled fresh without some overpowering scent.

His hands weren’t large but I’ve got to tell you, those fingers found their way into some deep knots. His deep tissue techniques were truly deep to the point of getting a little painful. But when he really reached into some painful moments with his fingers and elbow, he would let his other hand venture to my butt cheeks and down toward my taint.

Pain and pleasure.

That mixture truly worked and reminded me to take deep breaths through it.

As our time progressed, he progressively got more sensual. Unfortunately, my hand would brush against him as well and I could sense this was something he did not like (which I later confirmed). Although he would tolerate mutual touch, his preference was to work on his client.

No problem, of course except that he had one of those bodies one might want to touch.

He did venture into my crack but his fingers barely touched my bunghole, even as I’d told him that I showered prior to my arrival. This seems to be a trend among most massage therapists. Unless he advertises prostate massage, he’ll stay away from the asshole. I don’t get why just touching it is so verboten.

When I flipped over, Ramses provided some terrific cranial sacral therapy beginning with just a touch of aromatherapy to open up my sinuses (which can get clogged when you’re face-down for an hour). He also integrated a little trigger point into this and I found that I started to relax nicely.

He worked on my arms and legs more before heading toward my cock to get intensely sensual. I did ask him to take off his shorts at this point. He hesitated but obliged so I got a wonderful view of his ass. He clenched his ass so my fingertips never accidentally ventured too deep. His uncut cock never really inflated any, showing me just how uninterested he happened to be in me and why he seemed to pull away.

Nothing close to oral ever happened and despite my assurance that my nipples provided absolutely no stimulation, his non-jacking hand seemed to work on my upper body. I’d informed Ramses that my erotic spots were all around my nutsack but maybe the language barrier prevented him from getting my concept.

Nonetheless, after 90 minutes of relaxation, touching and attention by a man with a gorgeous body and his expert manipulation of my cock, I found myself on the edge without any poppers.

When I cum, I begin shooting copious amounts early before I actually experience the orgasm. My cockhead swells and a lot of white spunk begins to spill out. He suddenly wants to stop. I encourage him on. He barely jerks me though it before he’s out the door, headed to bathroom to clean his hands.

Um…. you can’t get anything from jerking a guy off.

The boy was afraid of cum.

Forget about fucking him (or him fucking you, although he’s definitely a bottom).

And I was a little disappointed by the ending. But as I considered the whole experience, I realized just how competent Ramses happened to be. Impressively so. His massage truly provides “relief” from life’s stresses. His handjob work got me off sans poppers and I enjoyed it. If he relaxed a little and didn’t fear the sperm, it would be perfect.

Who am I kidding? It would be perfect if he sat on my cock.

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What Does It Feel Like to Be Filled With Cum?

Cum Inside: A Complicate Slut Craves to Have a Man Dominate Him with DNA

Another bottom — this one asking to remain anonymous — explains how it feels to be filled with cum. Another response to the question posed by a bareback bottom virgin Opens a new window from this blog in addition to the one from Josh Landale Opens a new window from this blog.

These have both been good answers. That said, I hope someone considers answering the purely physical aspects.

Believe me, jizzjoy Link Opens in a New Window really gets some guys going. I know Opens a new window from this blog.

Both of these men interweave jizzjoy with the physical. Perhaps someone needs to separate it out so the bottom gets what to expect.

‘One Guy Breeding You Is Hot, Five Are Five Times Better’

For me, it’s about taking the cock and taking the cum. They are interlinked.

A cock is made to pound into another person, to jab at their body and eventually force a load of DNA into them. It is irrelevant why the load is being deposited — to get some pregnant, to mark a man’s territory, to infect someone or even to just to get a load off so a man can relax.

The “why” does not matter. In all cases, a man’s cock is designed to invade someone’s body.

Which brings the first question: If you have a cock why don’t you use it?

A friend of mine once told me it is because my internal wiring is all fucked up. He was filmed me jerking off and showed me that when I cum I don’t thrust with my hips like men do.

There is no natural instinct to inseminate. Rather I get my intimacy from sharing in a man’s masculinity rather that showing my own. Knowing his fluids are in me, mixing with my body, becoming part of me is how I share with other males — whether it be with a long-term lover or a random guy in a bathhouse.

This need for another man to invade me, penetrate and eventually exert his masculinity over me brings me to the last question: Do you like to be filled and how does it feel?

The short answer is, “Yes, I like to be filled.”

For the very reasons I spelt out above. Can I feel it when a man cums in me; well, that is more complex.

I cannot feel the actual spurts deep in my hole, but you can definitely feel the cock twitch and the way a guy changes his thrusting that lets you know he is cumming.

Most importantly, as he moves in and out of you, he pulls back some of his cum and you feel all slick and wet.

If you are really lucky it will make your hole tingle and sting when it comes into contact with chaffed or broken skin. I like the idea of that; it means I don’t have to wait for load to start absorbing through the anal wall; he is already in my blood stream, bits of him pumping into my heart and brain.

That for me is the main goal.

However there are other things to like about being filled.

If enough guys use your wrecked hole you not only feel more used and sorer but also more satisfied. If one guy breeding you is hot, five are five times better.

I also like to suck the cocks clean afterwards. I was first introduced to this by a guy who used it as a way of promoting cleanliness. But soon learnt to love it . To kiss the head of a cock that has just fucked me, to know that a few moments ago it was being used to dominate and emasculate me — that it was used to drive a man’s DNA deep inside me, that it tastes of that cum and my hole — is a practical demonstration of all that I am.

If I have been well worn out by a fucking, I like to squat and let the smell of my loaded hole waft up. It prolongs the sensation of the taste and smell of the man’s cock.

I try not to clean myself up. I like to leave the load in me either for the next guy or just so it has time to be absorbed or dry in me, although on rare occasions, I do squirt it out and eat it.

What can I say? I am a complicated slut.

Hopefully more responses will be coming in soon.

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