cumlover76 asked: Hey with you taking bb cock so much aren't you worried about getting HIV. I want to do BB but scared to do so
You can get on PREP and reduce your infection risk. Or wear condoms.
Or trust guys who say they’re neg.
Anonymous asked: Love your FUCKET LIST! but There are some things not on your list that I've wondered about - especially for a power bottom like you. Do you ever play with dildos? How do you feel about fisting?
I’ve done toys— I much prefer live cock.
And I’ve fisted a couple guys— but I will never get fisted. I can’t even stand having ONE finger in my hole, let alone 5
Big Ten’s cock in my hole— then G-man adding his to me for my first ever DP.
Today I got to experience the magic of doing two sexual things that I’ve never ever ever ever done before. And it was pure magic.
I like to think of myself as “sexually experienced”. “Well Used” might be accurate too. I’ve done three ways, fourgys, anonymous breeding scenes, bookstores, bath houses, slings, gang bangs, bondage, flogging, blindfolds, public sex, sex parties, sex while stoned, etc. I’ve been videotaped having sex and have videos on xtube and other sites.
I’ve done a lot.
But I had never made a porn video before where I was the cameraman. And I had never been double penetrated.
Now both items are off my “fucket list”
Last Friday I was getting bred by this guy I’m sort of on love with. He’s a totally handsome, furry, ginger with perfect auburn hair and beard. Anyway, we got to talking and I said how much I wanted to watch him get fucked by my buddy with the 10” dick. He got very turned on by the idea. And was anxious to try out the “biggest cock I’ve ever taken”.
Well, as it turns out, Big Ten was available today. And he was totally up for test driving Ginger-man’s ass after all my high praise. So I set it up, and had them both over to mine for an epic threeway.
They arrived at the appointed hour and we all stripped. G-man dropped to his knees to worship at the altar of massive cock— and I started filming.
We eventually moved to the bed and G-man got ready to ride the Big Ten’s massive fuckstick. Again, I got it all on video. The first penetration— and the poppers hit needed to get past the thick point. And all the delicious wrecking of his cunt afterward, with all his moans of ecstasy and yelps of pain.
And G-man’s beautiful bearded face in the throes of ultimate pleasure.
It honestly boned me up like nothing else, watching the guy I have a crush on taking my favorite cock of all time. My dick hasn’t been that hard since… Well… For a long time.
I did stop filming occasionally to join in. But always found myself going back for more footage. More angles. More positions. Video of G-man sucking my dick while getting pounded.
I’m hard even now as I recall these details and the look as he was nursing on my rock hard dick.
I was hoping to get footage of Big Ten breeding G-man all the way up in his colon. But even though I warned him about the massiveness of the meat he was going to take, he had to tap out after 45 minutes of fucking. He just couldn’t take any more.
So then it was my turn.
I straddled Big Ten, and forced my ass down onto his cuntwrecker. Poppers helped a lot. G-man (who normally breeds me) was still hard and hadn’t cum yet.
He knows my weakness are my nips, so he got up behind me and started working my tits. I was so turned on I said, “I want you to DP me!”
G-man, now knowing full well the magnitude of the 10 incher that was now inside MY hole just asked “Are you sure?”
"Dude, I’ve never been DP’d ever, and I’ve never wanted to try it more than I do right now. Please put your dick in me— and for Chrissy’s sake FILM IT!"
He lubed up and grabbed my camera. He pressed record and got some footage of Big Ten inside me. Then he gently pushed me forward while I hit the poppers like crazy. Big Ten worked my nips gently and G-man started nudging his cock head into my chute.
Oh my god. The pain. The intensity. The feel of a second cock entering me (and G-man is about 7” and has a mushroom head).
I cried out to every deity in the litany as G-man worked to get in me.
His head popped past my sphincter, and he slid all the way inside me. In thst moment I think I saw Nirvana. It was the most intense “fullness” I have ever felt.
And then he started fucking me. Big Ten basically remained motionless on bottom, other than working my nips (which worked me into a fuckfrenzy). And G-man pounded away at my hole, his cock wedged between my ring and 10 inches of cockmeat.
I started loudly begging for him to breed me. I NEEDED to feel G-man cum inside my double-penetrated manhole. It took about five sensational, mind blowing minutes, but soon he was panting heavy and I knew he was close.
"Dude, this is so fucking hot! I’m gonna put my seed in you… Ready?"
"FUCKING BREED ME!" I yelled.
And he did. Loudly. And with extreme prejudice.
G-man pulled out, as did Big Ten and we all had to do a little cleanup after the destruction my ass just went through. And G-man was done so he took off. But Big Ten hadn’t cum yet. So he and I went at it again.
Big Ten fucked me for 30 more minutes before his spunk ended up in my colon— and mine ended up spattering him, me, and my sheets, during the most intense orgasm I’ve had probably ever.
Afterward my mind was spinning, going on twelve different directions at once. To his credit, Big Ten just lay there silently with his softening cock still inside me, while I processed everything that had just happened.
Truly it was one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life.
I had a “play date” a couple weekends ago on Sunday— as it so happens it was world AIDS day. And it was a very naughty play session indeed.
The fuckbuddy that hit me up has a particular kink. He really gets off on dirty talk. Not just run of the mill dirty talk either— he gets off on poz talk. You know, talk about knocking up a bottom with his toxic jizz. That sort of thing.
And let’s just say that I don’t mind this talk— mainly because he has a beercan fat 7 inch dick on him. I can “get into” a lot of things if it’s attached to a cock like that! He hit me up on a non-hookup oriented social media site and was looking to get his dick wet. I was horny as hell so I said, “Sure, cum on over!”
He was very particular about what he wanted during our session.
I was to be pre-lubed and waiting on all fours, blindfolded. And wearing a jock or something suitable to display my ass. He would walk in and have his way with me and leave. And he was gonna “talk” during our session.
I got ready and put on a pair of assless shorts for him. I also had my blindfold at the ready (as well as the poppers and lube). He called from downstairs and I buzzed him up, donned the blindfold and assumed the position.
I heard him enter and lock the door.
“So, faggot. Your ass ready to take my deathbabies?” he asked.
“I really want to feel that big raw cock in me, but please pull out before you cum? I don’t wanna get sick,” I tell him, just like he wants to hear.
“Dude, you know the drill. I fuck and I don’t like to pull out. If you want this dick, you’re gonna take it til I’m done with your hole.”
“Please pull out? You can shoot in my mouth instead… if you want,” I suggest.
“I’ll think about it. Now suck my cock and get me ready!”
So, I opened my mouth and let him feed me his dick. His thickness stretches my jaw and I know it’s going to do the same to my ass when the time comes. He had one hand on the back of my head while he’s thrusting into me. I can taste his precum already as he’s obviously been thinking about our impending fuck.
“Turn around, faggot. I’m gonna use that ass now.”
I do as I’m told, and I hear him lubing up his thick fuckstick. I fish around for the poppers on the bed and take a good hit.
“Oh yeah, baby show me that hole! You ready for my poison penis? You want it?” All I can do is nod in my popper induced haze.
He pops his thick mushroom head inside me, and pushes in to the hilt in one swift motion. There is a stab of pain as he bottoms out inside me. But also pleasure.
He doesn’t wait to let me get used to his dick- he just immediately starts fucking me with it at a medium pace. I’m on all fours and he’s drilling into me from behind, hands roughly gripping my hips.
“Fuck yeah, bitch! Take my toxic cock. You like taking poz dick, don’t you? You get off on having AIDS just one squirt away!”
“No!” I tell him. “I just like feeling your fat cock in me without a condom. Please pull out before you cum! Don’t make me HIV+!”
“What’s the point of pulling out, you stupid cunt? I’m already leaking my sickness inside you! Can’t you feel all my dirty precum slicking up your insides? Every thrust I’m massaging my tainted DNA deeper and deeper into your guts. And you’re taking it, you bug chanson’ bitch!”
He reaches around to stroke my rock hard cock while continuing to thrust his dick inside me.
“See? You get off on this, you sick fucker! Your cock is rock hard! And I bet you’ll blow your last neg load as soon as I start knocking you up!”
He speeds up his thrusting and really started ramming my hole. He was doing a full pull out and ram back in and I had to do poppers like mad just to be able to take it. The whole time he keeps up his litany of poz talk— talking about his dirty DNA and getting me to “join the club”. He wants to be my gifter and be the one to convert me. His dirty talk just pours out of him like his precum.
Eventually he is ready to do the deed.
“Oh fuck, faggot! I’m getting close! It isn’t gonna be long now and your neg days will be over!”
“Just pull out! Please pull out! Cum in my mouth— I’ll swallow! I promise!” I beg.
“You fucking filthy cum pig bottom! I’m gonna give you EXACTLY what you want… and deserve!”
He thrusts hard a few more times, then parks his cock deep while holding onto my hips with an iron grip. Then I feel it. His cock spasming deep inside me— spitting out jet after jet of his semen. His big mushroom head throbs and swells with each spurt. My own orgasm is seconds behind, and I’m shooting my load in thick streams all over my sheets; my asshole involuntarily milking every drop from his dick.
After his orgasm subsides, he slow pumps me a few times, then RAMS his dick home to the bottom causing me to cry out in pain. While slowly pulling out of me, he leaned in close to my ear and whispered “Happy AIDS Day, faggot.”
Anonymous asked: Do you find it easier to take on very large cocks vs smaller ones? When I'm fucked by smaller dick si tend to be sore for a day...
I like larger ones— if only for the reason that they tend not to fall out repeatedly like the short ones
Anonymous asked: Can I have your email I have some personal questions. Nothing to weird i promise hah
Um, why would I give out my personal info to someone who is anonymous on here and doesn’t even have a pic??
super-hornygayvideos asked: Are those stories real. They're really hot. Loved the leather store 1. Love the thoughts of gettin bred in public
Yeah they’re real. It’s my life.
Recently I’ve been having a real run of bad luck when it comes to sex. First off, I can’t seem to *find* any— I hit up lots of guys and they either flake or I just get no takers. And then the sex I have gotten had been… Bad.
Or just not very fulfilling.
I am just coming off a three week dry spell, which was sort of broken this past Sunday by a daddy top. Or at least he called himself a top.
He came over, we made out and I sucked him, all the while he talked a good game about fucking me and cumming in my ass.
When it came time to fuck, he wanted to do it on my couch so we could watch porn. And then my porn wasn’t good enough— did I maybe have a different video we could watch?
And then when we did finally fuck, it was me on my back on the couch, and him sitting upright, one foot on the floor, and sort of working to push his semi-hard cock into me.
He tried to make a go of it, but him just sitting there, snorting poppers, watching porn, and sort of jiggling his pelvis a bit wasn’t really doing it for either of us. He couldn’t stay hard and kept slipping out.
So I eventually called it. Thanks for playing. He actually looked surprised when I said we were done and asked me if I was going to cum?
Um, since you can’t fuck me as promised— no. No I’m not.
And then last night I was all set for some great sex with my stoner bud. We were going to smoke some, have a few beers, then fuck like bunnies.
Well, first he’s an hour late getting to my place. Lots of excuses. Then we need to drink some. And we take a puff or two. And then while we’re waiting for the effects to kick in, he wants to play cribbage.
We’ve played before so I think “Sure, why not ? If it gets me fucked….” So we play, and I win.
Which puts him in a foul mood. He’s a sore loser and now we have to play another game so he can redeem himself. So we drink some more and smoke a bit more and play another game.
And I start winning again. And he’s upset and keeps making comments about how he likes it so much better when he wins and how it will put him in a topping mood and I think “Ohmigod, I’m not getting fucked until he wins”. So I start playing bad on purpose.
But fuck if I don’t keep getting big hands and great cuts and I can NOT lose for trying.
I won the second game and now it’s like 9:15 pm and we still haven’t done ANYTHING sexual. I do finally coax him to the bedroom, but he seems not into it.
We fuck and it’s ok. I mean, I suck him, he rims me, and all that feels good, and then he slips inside me and starts sawing away. It feels decent and I’m doing poppers and trying to work my ass for him, but he just isn’t getting there. In fact, I can tell he isn’t even at full hardness.
I get the impression he’s disinterested and just “going through the motions”. And this realization has an instantly sobering effect on me.
So we stop and take a mini-break. At which point I wonder if this is it, and he’s going to leave and I’ll be left empty— again.
But he is bound and determined it seems to give me the load he’s promised. So I suck him again, he eats my ass out again (which finally gets him hard) and then he shoves back in me.
Ten minutes later he’s finally busting his prodigious nut in my guts and all I can think is “about goddamn time.” I milked it all out and made him fuck it as deep as he could.
He doesn’t hang around much longer and when he leaves I realize that I didn’t even cum. And I don’t even really care.
To continue my bad luck streak: I had a bud on the line who wanted to fuck my cum sloppy hole after stoner finished with me. He was so hot for it and he’s always good for a deep, hard, fast fuck.
But because stoner took so long to finish, my bud couldn’t make it over afterward to donate his to the mix.
So again, I found myself S.O.L.
This trend had got to change soon; I’m going crazy here! I have a play date lined up for Saturday, but now I’m scared that it’s gonna suck too.
During a recent trip to a distant city, I decided I would make a pilgrimage to a renown leather store. It’s actually less a store and more a leather palace.
They have everything a fetishist could want there— including phenomenal customer service.
I walked in and was a bit wide-eyed at the assortment of goods, but the sales staff was Great about making me feel welcome, asking me if I had any questions, etc.
I wandered around for awhile but kept circling back to the neoprene jock section. I was drawn to the look of the codpieces and open asses.
"See something you like?" Asked the tall, handsome, friendly, tattooed salesman, whom we’ll call "Jim".
"I like the jocks, but the shorts are also cool looking. Which would you recommend?"
"I like the shorts," Jim tells me. "But both frame an ass really well. Why don’t you try some on— what size pants do you wear?"
We did the sizing rigamarole (I’m either a large or XL), I was given a jock to try and then sent back to a dressing area enclosed with a curtain.
I was just in the jock when Jim walked in to check on me. “That looks like it fits well— not too tight?” He checked the snugness. They were still fairly roomy.
"Let me get you those shorts in a large— I think they’ll fit you just fine." So he grabbed the ass-less neoprene shorts and brought them in for me to try. And he stood there while I changed.
"Oh yeah, those fit great. And the leg straps really lift and present your ass."
I modeled them a bit. “So they look okay then?” Yes, I was looking for validation. “Oh yeah,” Jim says. “The sight of your ass in those is making me hard.”
Which he then proceeded to show me.
He unfastened his jeans and out sprang his gorgeous, tattooed, PA’d cock. Did I say cock? I meant python.
Why is it always the tall, lanky guys??
His cuntwrecker was BIG! Probably 8” easy— but the damn thing was THICK! Big head. Wide shaft. My asshole quivered at the thought of taking it, but I was in a leather store dressing room!
I wanted him to fuck me so badly, but I was nervous too! He was huge, I had no poppers, and this was in public— like people changing in the adjoining curtain spaces public!
He told me the PA comes out easily, and he showed me. Once it was out, that was it. I was sucking on his fat prong in a heartbeat. He pulled the curtain a bit more closed for some more privacy. And it wasn’t long before I was bent over the chair in the dressing room while he lubed up.
(This particular dressing room had complementary lube and paper towels handy).
Had we been more alone, I would have made a LOT more noise as his massiveness tore into me. Even with poppers, I would have struggled, but this was fucking the old fashioned way with no enhancements.
I tried my best to relax and take it and do breathing exercises. It hurt like a motherfucker going in— but once he hilted out, I was good. I had him all and was in heaven.
"Damn you’re huge!" I whispered as he started slow humping my hole. His hands worked up to my nipples, which made my hole twitch madly on his dick. My ass opened up and he felt GOOD inside.
But I wanted his load. I wanted him to breed me deeply, right there, in the store, other customers be damned. I needed it.
Looking back over my shoulder, I begged him quietly for his cum. It didn’t take long and soon, in front of the dressing room mirrors, he’s dumping his nuts in my guts. I milked him for all I was worth.
Just knowing that I had been knocked up by this hung sales associate made me giddy! I suppose I was cumdrunk or something. It was goddamn awesome.
"Yeah, I think I’ll take the shorts." I told him as he slowly pulled out.
But I wasn’t done.
I wandered the store a bit more, picked up a few more items, and was chatting relaxedly with Jim when another sales associate walked by. Cute, young, and in tight leather pants, which showed off his cock nicely. (He dresses “right”).
I commented on it to Jim, and he called over — well, we’ll call him “Josh”.
I told Josh that I quite liked his pants and the view. We joked around a bit and suddenly he laughs amiably and says, “Do you wanna suck my cock?”
I nodded that I did.
With that I was led to yet another dressing area in a different part of the store. This was basically just short curtains on chains that “sort of” blocked those trying on clothes from view.
I quickly knelt down as he unbuttoned his leather pants. Once his cock was free, I started sucking like a man possessed.
His cock was beautiful and the longer I sucked the harder it got. And harder. And HARDER! I could feel every vein standing out on his shaft, and the ridge of his head was so tense, his head so swollen AND angry! It was awesome to see my mouth was giving him this reaction.
While sucking, I occasionally snuck glances in the mirror so I could see myself at work. Man was it hot to have this leatherclad stud standing there letting me worship his dick!
I really am a whore for a guy in leather. It just turns my crank, what can I say?
He let out appreciative moans and the occasional “oh fuck yeah!” Looking up at his face while I worked his cock was such a fucking turn on I didn’t even mind that there was a guy changing right next to us, obviously aware of what was happening.
I would have been content to keep sucking him, but he technically *was* on the clock, so I started using my hand to help things along. I worked his shaft with both my mouth and hand which he seemed to enjoy.
I could tell he was getting to the edge because his hands found my shoulders, and I could feel his hands slowly tightening and gripping my t-shirt.
Then with a little grunt, my mouth was receiving a nice liquid reward. I held him in my mouth and worked him slowly, so I could get every drop.
I enjoyed watching him tuck his spent cock back into his leather pants. If only if had more time… Damn.
As it was, I left the store with a bag of goodies and two wonderful “souvenirs”. And one helluva good story about the art of customer service!
Part of me hopes they find this blog and read my account of it.