Seance on a Wet Afternoon: Poz Top Churns the Butter

What better way to pass a wet, sloppy day than to open your heart, home and hole to the horny bastards of the world?  That's how it's been in California where we are finally getting hosed down with buckets of the wet stuff, and we respond by engaging in indoor sports.  A regular fuckbud came over for our customary nooner, and fortunately he works only a five minute walk away.  How good is that?  It's best to make the best of this situation before he gets tired of me.  And well, he's so good that we can get down and off in about ten minutes; he likes to make his toxic black cum deposit doggystyle, and I'm just love that shit.

But a load of cum deep in your ass is a terrible thing to waste.  It should be shared with the perverts out there harboring the cum fetish.  And they're out there, too.  Going online, we didn't have to wait long, thanks to barebackrt's newish cell phone app.  I need to share fairly quickly because I have found that a massive wad up there makes for a pregnant feeling and the urge to shit it out, which is what I consider to be a sad waste.

A nice, short All American type showed up, slightly post-jock with a full head of hair, and I discover that he likes to swing it side saddle.  I don't get fucked on my side all that much, so it was a riveting experience and this dude was hung well enough so that he never slipped out through all of that scissor action.  He rocked on the squishing sounds of his poz rod stirring the stew and he stayed rockhard throughout.  On top of that, his missionary style was to thrust and pull, which he did expertly and he closed a long session with some butt nibbling, tongueing and wiping down my cleaned out hole.  I'm not much for long sessions, but with this top, it was a very satisfying bit of afternoon play, almost romantic (which is not my style, usually!) with the grey skies, the rain, and the sounds of tires on the wet pavement of the street below.

A Fuckbud's Return

It had been so long since I heard from my favorite fuckbud, 'Dr. Hook,' that I thought he might be mad at me. Then, last week, we were both online at once and we traded messages and agreed that we each was looking forward to hooking up again, and soon. I didn't realize how soon.
A few days later, I was walking home and saw him across the street walking in the opposite direction. He was dressed for work so I knew he had been on his lunch break; it was about 12:45 on a Saturday afternoon. We greeted each other enthusiastically and though he had only another 15 minutes for a lunch hour, we headed to my place, about a block away.
With time of the essence, we engaged in a most satisfying coupling, me taking his fabulous corkscrew black dick in a fevered frenzy...I had forgotten what a great top this man is...so focused, controlled, and with that cranked dick of his hitting the rarely probed corners of the love canal. Hook always cums deep, but this time was phenomenal...a day later I was still shitting out his cum, and using it to lube my dick for a morning wank.
Later that same Sunday morning, I called him and left a message on his cell. He was over in about 30 minutes, and we played a repeat, although this time we started doing missionary and I felt that pozcrank hit some places I'd forgotten about. His style, like I said, is measured and fierce, with alternating stretches of slower, forceful plumbing and rapid rabbitfucking. It takes him only about 15 minutes, which is just about ideal in my book: another deep planting of his toxic seed...I needed a recharging, but twice in two days from this pozfucker really is a gift. I didn't wait as long as before to push out his load, equally copious as earlier, and with his poz seed I lubed my dick and wanked off, cumming this time. Life is good.

Where Have All the Chad Douglases Gone?

Where have all the Chad Douglases gone? That isn't my line...Somebody else used that language on the Treasure Island website's open forum (I think), lamenting the lack of decent dick in his life. The writer must have been a bottom of a certain age to recall maybe the greatest stud in the old Falcon Studios stable, maybe the greatest top in porn history, and I'd commiserate with that sentiment entirely, based on how things have been going for me, lately.

Guys, it's been a while since I last posted. I haven't posted because my sex life of late has been substantially less than fabulous. Until last Monday, that is. Most of my fucks over the past couple of weeks have been sheathed, rubbered, and pretty ordinary, so there was no point in boring the pants off of you all with renditions of how ordinary the sex has been. If it wasn't ordinary, then it was comical, like the fucking I got from the guy whose equipment was about the size of a wine bottle cork. Corky actually did cum up my ass and I did manage to squeeze the last drop of cum out of that dick, but somehow I sense nobody wants a blow by blow detail of that deposit. Corky was one of two or three bareback fucks; all the rest were protected, so-called safe sex encounters and not in the spirit of this blog.

Some of you know that I work from my home which makes hosting during the daytime quite possible. I go straight to barebackrt and post and just check periodically while I go about my professional business life. I post for only an hour or so, sometimes renewing the post, because I have found that posting for a period of 4 to 6hours encourages a lot of idiotic chatter from people who have no intention of fucking at all. So when a buddy sends you a message that reads, 'I'll be there in an hour,' you know it's for real.

And he was for real. A slender young/old, old/young (he admitted to being 50) dad with a long, slender tool that plumbed my assline for a good 10 minutes before depositing a nice poz load in that ole cumbucket. Then he simply lay on my back, with his dick fully immersed in a buttcanal swimming with toxic juice, while I did my best to massage his pozbone with my well-trained buttmuscles, all the while he was whispering nasty poz talk into my ear, and I talked right back with some toilet talk of my own. It could have been Chad Douglas for all I cared, but it was better than Chad because Chad is dead and I'll blog about him tomorrow maybe. But for now, Chad Douglas is a Monday day fuck, and one I hope turns into a regular. So remember there are lots of Chad Douglases out there...they just all don't look like Chad Douglas. But give them a chance, it could be better than you think.

Fuckholes 2 in Fantasy and Life

Last Friday, I hit RockHard on Castro and bought my copy, planning to spend a weekend of dull wintry weather, indoors, whacking off to Paul Morris' latest. The video did not disappoint, actually this one is by Max Sohl, who I figure is a sort of Treasure Island East, based in New York and all...bringing the hot men of the Eastern Seaboard into the world of self-obsessed, insular California. Thanks, Max...and Paul...for another great vid. There are some familiar characters here, notably Javier known as a top, who bottoms in a sling and to memorable effect...and the resilient Christian, acting silly and getting fucked silly...Eric Wolfe, Jay Ross, Kurt Kaiser...and some new ones like Taylor Means who has a sort of hillbilly sexiness about him...a bottom who reminds me of all the country boys fresh off the Greyhound bus and picking up a few bucks working the street. Tell me I'm wrong...that he's really from Long Island. I was delighted to learn from his profile on barebackrt that top Kurt Wood is poz, so when he was drilling Taylor's neat little hole, he was drivinghome some poisonous devil seed. Hrmmm!!!
I was agitated by all of this action, that I posted on barebackrt quick connect and hosted a train of decent tops for most of the day.
They were all interesting this time out: a crossdressing black dude who flipped up his miniskirt to reveal a good respectable dick that plowed my ass and shot a load deep into my gut. I asked that he keep his cha cha heels on while he fucked me standing up, because I have a thing for heels, and he did so...and it must have worked for him, too...he came in about 3 minutes. Then I edited my post as a call for guys into sloppy seconds, and had numerous responses. One hook up brought up a lean mean daddy...pushing 60 maybe...ripped without an ounce of fat on this bod, and blessed with a massive sausage of poz dick meat. His style was long and slow, and though his dick felt like a big loofah pushed into my ass, it stiffened nicely with time and thrust, and filled me up nicely. Uncut bear had a beercan dick which wasn't much to look at when soft, but with some play, developed into a pine cone of a prick, with a pointed head and a shank that flared out with the thickness of a...well, a pine cone. What a great poz buttfuck! What a great day of online hook-ups! Hope for more today, Sunday, as it's really ugly outside, cloudy, grey with rain predicted. I'm a Fuck Hole 2! Hey Paul! Hey Max! Thanks!!!