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#CloseGhost

#CloseGhosts and My Recent Travels

You can’t see them. You can’t touch them. You just knew that one moment they were there and the next, they were gone. Is it a mystery? Some phenomenon worthy of Bigfoot, the Bermuda Triangle and what pills Paula Abdul takes before going on air?

Probably not.

I call them #CloseGhosts. And I’ve recently had close encounters of the plentiful kind them on recent travels.

With the conviction of a serial killer who proclaims his innocence, these lovely bottoms in far away cities and town lurk upon websites (like BarebackRT.com or this blog), Twitter or other online hook-up destinations, assuring traveling a top when he arrives in their town, city or other geographic region that an ass will be ready to fuck at his demand.

Alas, a phenomenon occurs when that top arrives and is in close proximity to the bottom. The cum dump vanishes into thin air, often with some wispy excuse similar to “the dog ate my homework” or “the check is in the mail.”

Case #1: London Twitter Twink & the Quickening

london-postcardWe all know that London is notoriously known for all the ghosts that wander its streets and waterways, its old buildings and strange little alleys. However, having had men upon men beg me for my load for years, I figured one might be legit among them.

My BBRT exploded. I had more than 300 messages at one time and maintaining control of it via my iPhone came close to impossible. One gentleman who seemed legit got pissy because I’d not responded to him immediately upon arrival in town, so he crossed himself off the list. The rest where the normal lot. I waded through them all, trying to invite someone over for a breeding to my centrally located hotel near the West End, not far from Trafalgar Square.

Too far. Apparently, Londoners go to bed early on Bank Holidays and weren’t interested as I attempted to find someone to fuck about 21:00 to 22:00 (that’s 9 p.m. to 10 p.m. for us bloody Americans).

Then a tweet came in from a twink. How’s London, he asked. I replied. It became a conversation of sorts that moved to direct messages and a bit more privacy when I mentioned my trip would be so much better if I had an ass to breed.

“I can help you out there,” he said. “I’d love for you to load my ass. Big fan of your blog.”

He asked when I was leaving. Told him this was my last night. I asked where he was. He said, “Covent Gardens.”

Boom. That’s the neighborhood I’m in. I’m over at the… I listed the hotel.

Pause. Double pause.

“Oh, it’s too bad I’m not at home tonight. I’m staying with a friend in the country.”

Poof.

Case #2: The Early Alabama Bird Misses the Juicy Worm

greetings-from-Birmingham-Alabama

I’d started on BBRT with this hottie and turned to text messaging. We were getting ready for some good fun, all planned out in Alabama. I’d let him know that it would be a late arrival for me and he’d told me we’d have “several hours” of play.

I’d even arranged a nice corner room, away from everyone in the hotel, because I had a feeling this fuck might get a bit out of control.

I don’t usually trust bottoms. Bottoms in general are not trustworthy. But I’d grown to trust this one.

I arrived just after 9 p.m. and texted. No response. Another text. No response. Around 9:30, I get a response saying he’d fallen asleep. Then, “he didn’t know I was going to be so late.”

Late? It’s 9:30!

We’d been setting this up for a month.

The shitty little cocktease went on to berate me for almost an hour about being “late.” Of course the little fucker didn’t get off so easily in this from me.

Obviously, he loved the chase, but actually fucking… well, I’m guessing his balls hadn’t quite dropped yet. My timing was never the issue.

POOF

Cases 3 & 4: The Revolutionary Missing Men

Bareback top visiting New HampshireIn this history-rich part of America just north of Boston, finding fuckable asses aren’t easy. I knew this. I planned for it with a backup ass. I found them both and, as it turned out, both claimed to want it.

One said he’d be online on BBRT. Te other asked me to text. My #1 choice, the textable ass, got a text.

We pinged a bit before I asked him to come over.

Pause. He then, for some reason, told me his actual location. In Maine. And invited me over.

Baffled, I asked what was up.

“I don’t have a car,” was his response.

Now it wasn’t as if both of us were in downtown Boston. This little hottie claimed in the middle of bumfuck Maine, he had no transportation, after knowing I was visiting from out of town.

WTF and POOF

Back-up plan into action. Logged onto BBRT. Sure enough, he was there. Message. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait longer. And more. I’m tired. Just go to fucking bed.

POOF.

This ghost responded when I was no longer close, in Boston, about to fly home.

Just the Four?

No. I have so many more stories. But these are the four most recent. I did debate divulging Twitter names, BBRT handles showing a photo or two, but I’m going to leave it alone. After all, these #CloseGhosts could be #Catfish for all I know.

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June Must Mean Texas Time

June Must Mean Texas Time

Well, howdy, folks!

This year, I’ll be moseying over to them Texans there about June time. Maybe some bowlegged cowboys might like to try sitting and riding on my maypole and see if I might pollinate their hole with my DNA.

I’ve got to admit, a lot of traveling here nowadays and I’m fucking loving it . Texas always treated me right. So keep me in mind, Houston. I’ll be there in a couple of weeks or so.

Soft Cock Syndrome

Don’t Claim to be Another Top If You Can’t Get Your Cock Hard

Of late, I’ve been fucking this adorable little Latin Link Opens in a New Window with an ass worth mucho grande. He’s been fantasizing about a double penetration. He’s fucking tight, but I don’t mind indulging his need for more cock, especially if it means I’ll load his hole when there’s another load inside him.

The other day, we’re both searching for a second top and he happens upon someone claiming to be a top, who he invites over as well. Once I saw the BarebackRT Link Opens in a New Window profile, I’ll admit I was skeptical. I generally get a vibe off of people and did not read true, pointed north top. Alas, too late as the invitation was extended.

I arrived. The other “top” was sprawled on the bed in a jockstrap getting blown, in the first of what would be three cockrings he would try.

Cockrings aren’t a bad thing. I’ve never had a need for them, although on occasion they’re sort of fun to add on as a kind of fashion accessory to push my balls forward so the bottom gets a hint to lick my balls more. But they also cover a couple of my sensitive erogenous zones where a light tongue touch and cause me to lose the ability to speak and floods my urethra with precum.

My pocket Latin sucks my cock for about 15 to 20 seconds and I’m completely hard. He shows it off to the other “top” then proceeds to climb on board.

Over the next half an hour, my bottom friend sucks, jacks, tickles, kisses and tries everything he can to get the other “top” hard.  Our entire session revolves around making him comfortable and getting him up. He switches cockrings twice more and to no avail. He gets half-hard once with no potential to even slide into the bottom’s ass, even after I’ve opened it up.

The “top” finally declares that his cock has been “worn out” by the bottom and he needs to go.

As he’s putting on his clothes, the “top” then confesses that he’d much rather sit on my cock than anything else. Now if he’d admitted this 25 minutes ago, I might have fucked them both. But he didn’t. Then he finally says, “I’m truly versatile. Nowadays, I think I’m leaning bottom.”

No shit, Sherlock.

I doubt this dude had an impotence issue. He simply couldn’t admit he climbed over the fence and now lived on the bottom side of things. It happens. But fucking hell, if you don’t think you can perform, don’t volunteer, especially when another top is counting on you.

My time was wasted.

The dude left, I bred the boy after we fucked in earnest without any distractions.

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Upcoming Features on iBLASTinside.com from Bareback Advocate & Raw Top Mark Bentson

Upcoming Features on iBLASTinside.com from Bareback Advocate & Raw Top Mark Bentson

I’m glad to say the iBLASTinside.com (the blog) is hitting some new heights — at least in visitors. And I’m enjoying it more and more.

Yet there’s only so many entries I can write about breeding this man or that man. In fact, it can get a little boring and time consuming since too many of the asses I fuck aren’t all that interesting and they’re little more than equitable to jerking off. I try to find a way to make a fuck compelling. Sometimes I even choose to engage someone more challenging to get just in order to make an eventual entry story something I can hook, you, the reader.

Moreover, it would be more compelling if I had an “on-going” engagement with a bottom and could write a series of encounters with him. Of late, those I’ve fucked haven’t really been up to it or, those who have, aren’t of interest to me. I’d make it interesting. We’d fuck in unusual places and, sometimes, I’d give him goals to meet prior to our fucking (like bring me an ass full of five loads from five different men before I fuck you).

Plus, I want to do the ultimate degradation to one bottom and make a devil’s dick of other bottoms’ cum. Then line up several tops (and versatile bottoms) to fuck the hell out of him.

Okay, I’m getting a little distracted from the point of this piece.

I’m going to be trying out some new features and inviting you to participate — if you’re interested.

The first one I already announced: The iBLASTinside Bareback Theater, which features only Treasure Island Media movies. Known for the best in barebacking reality porn, you can see the latest and the classics from TIM with the hottest stars and amateurs (after all, how did they get 20 loads and 50 loads into Dawson respectively without finding volunteers?).

Also of the movie variety is the greater variety XHD Bareback Movie Gallery available in extra high-definition for your computer and featuring a new movie every day. You can see Treasure Island Media along with Dark Alley Media, Dick Wadd and many, many others. It’s all bareback, of course. And you can find the 100 most recent releases and see previews.

iBLASTinside's Bareback Porn Star ProfileTo make this even more fun, I’m going to be interviewing some actors from these films in my Bareback Porn Star Profiles.

Of course, we all have access to today’s porn performers via a variety of ways, but I want to ask some of the basic questions along with the unusual.

Performing on camera is one thing, but the real life man is another. What makes the man tick? What gets his cock hard or his hole twitch?

I think bareback porn strips away all the fake porn crap and allows a performer to be more the man he really sees himself as being. Sure, we all know porn likes to put on a show. Let’s find out what’s fantasy and what’s real.

In other words, I’m taking the condom off porn and giving it to you raw and uncensored.

iBLASTinside's Escort Bareback Confessions The next bit of fun we’ll also have with sex professionals and that’s the Escort Bareback Confessions. Similar to the Bareback Porn Profile but a bit more discrete, I’m going to have a conversations with sex professionals like the following:

  • “Condom” porn stars who’ve had a slip-up in their safer sex policies
  • Massage therapists who just let the fucking flow on occasion
  • Escorts who advertise safe sex but for the right amount, go raw
  • Bareback escorts who do it all without giving a care in the world
  • Strippers who have gone home with a whale who made it rain
  • The condom that “broke” or slipped off with a client
  • And so much more…

These are all stories I’ve heard and know are true — especially since I’ve done it to some of these guys.

iBLASTinside's Bareback Loading ZoneFinally, I’ve been lucky to have a few guest entries in the past. I want to invite more — many more. Tell your stories to me, send your pictures and movies.

You don’t have to be a terrific writer, movie-maker or photographer. Just good enough to get the idea across. I’ll do a little editing and get it into place then post then to the newest entry: iBLASTinside’s Loading Zone.

Of course, your identity will be protected (if you’d like). If you have a photo, I’ll blur out the details of your face (but never your cock or ass or creampie).

This gives you a place to confess, tell your story, document your fuck. Get your breeding out there. Don’t just know the DNA is flowing in your veins. Give it additional life on the Internet with your own spin. And I’ll help.

Finally, I’ve “met” many people. Readers e-mail me, tweet me and even message me on BarebackRT.com. And sometimes I actually meet and fuck them. But then sometimes, there’s a catfish or simply a fake or flake.

Since I have exposed some flakes and fakes, isn’t it right I let you know the real ones? The men I’ve fucked and even those I haven’t but I know they’re real and accepting loads.

So I’ve created iBLASTinside’s Broken Virginity Seal of Approval. This highlights real men (and rates them).

Of course, if I haven’t fucked you, I’m glad to try it (if you meet my needs and requirements). Then if you’d like, I’ll be glad to provide my Broken Virginity Seal of Approval.

I hope you enjoy all these!

My Signature

    

With all of these features, it takes a little participation from you, my readers. I need you. If you’re a bareback porn performer, an escort, a massage therapist, a male stripper, a sex worker of some sort, someone who’s barebacked (and has a story to tell), you need to get in touch with me. Believe me. Whatever way is the easiest. E-mail me. Tweet me. Message me on BBRT. Fill out the form on this site.

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Travel Diary: Latino Liar Cock Texan Tease

Travel Diary: Latino Liar Cock Texan Tease

Suffer not fools.

Unfortunately, the Internet is filled with them. Fools, flakes, assholes and generally a lot of fucking assholes. And not the kind of assholes I want to fuck. My travels will tend to be short hops all over the country — interestingly enough, “D” cities like Des Moines, Dallas and Denver. When posting ads on Craigslist, the text rings true: “ONE NIGHT AND ONE NIGHT ONLY.”

Other specifics are included, such as: “Non-smokers only.”

While filtering through bots, photo collectors and the usual flakes, narrowing down to a few potentials can be easy. I decided on one. After a little back and forth, the address and name of the hotel is sent along with my cell phone number.

Fifteen minutes pass, then this e-mail arrives: “Ohh cool I would love to go there and take care of you now but I don’t have gas and I get pay tomorrow!”

I responded: “Ummm…. then why the fuck did you respond?”

A few minutes later, this e-mail arrived: “Coz I just got in my car and realized are you free tomorrow in the morning?”

I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck. The morning won’t make a difference in your bank account, asshole. “No. Read the ad again. Tonight and tonight only.”

In the end, the jerk wad did come over. He started with the calling me “sir” and shit. You can see the photo of him above, which probably appears about six or seven years and 20 pounds ago. He’s much beefier, which didn’t bother me at all. I like beefy.

So he arrives and, well, he’s a little more refried beans than I’d prefer. So much for out of gas. Sketchy, making me wonder whether he’d snorted a little something before visiting. At around 5-foot-5, he’s relatively cleaned up and ready to be slutty, which makes it easy to get him to start sucking.

His suck skills, like more, proves to be unremarkable. His sketch can’t keep him in one position long enough, so he stands up. Interestingly, his whole front side is shaved. Balls, pubes, pits, nips, etc. Good job without being prickly pear.

He leaves his knee-high, Lycra socks on. I’m guessing a fetish. After snorting poppers and sucking a little more, he hops onto the bed and pushes his ass into the air. From a smooth front, we have a not so smooth back with a hairy crack and hair above the crack in a massive pube-like area. I eat a little ass. Just enough to open him up and shove my cock in.

His hole is tight but with a pop, opens up and accepts my hard seven inches. His asshole is like others — tight at the opening, but inside, it’s a chasm, open and wide. But the tightness of his ring makes it worthwhile.

He’s a little squirmy. And his ass a little too bony. So I turn him over and begin fucking him with his legs in the air. This way, my pelvis is pummeling him thighs.

He won’t stop squirming.

Fuck, I hate crystal. No wonder you don’t have gas for your car, asshole. It’s cause you smoked it all up. Smoking. That’s the other thing he lied about. Now that I’m facing him, his dragon’s breath and exhale from lungs steeped in menthols now reach my nose. I lean away and grab his sock-covered ankles. Weird. For once, I’ve made a bad choice. I should have left the cock tease at home.

I reach for the poppers, snort and pop off in his ass without even letting him know I’m cumming. I pull out.

“Are you going to cum, Sir?”

“I already did.”

“But what about me, papi?”

“You can go get some gas.”

I threw him a five dollar bill.

He left. I know he didn’t buy gas. Everything is bigger in Texas. Even the liars.