Fake Cum Creampie

I am well aware and if you are not so aware, you are about to become aware, that what we see sometimes in porn...is...an illusion.  Up until the 1990's, there were a lot of video tricks used, especially in mainstream straight porn.  I'm not talking about the strategic crossing of legs, 'invisible' condoms or 'precautions,' an injection of lube treated with nonoxynol-9 to minimize the transmission of HIV.  I'm taking about phony cum.

Sometimes its application is pretty obvious, when a creamy flow of seed is emitted in a torrent akin to a malfunctioning softserve dispenser.  An early Dick Wadd video comes to mind.  But that's what happens when a director resorts to video tricks; that pina colada mix used to simulate semen has to be just right, or it gets just plain comical.

But I myself had to resort to a video trick last week when while attending a sex party at a Palm Springs gay resort, I discovered I had forgotten my lube.  Actually, the bottle had slipped out of my pocket and was safe in my car.  I trolled around the place but couldn't find anybody else's lube where to borrow from.  Most of my fellow bareback bottoms are pretty earthy and we don't mind sharing...cum, piss, viagra, poppers...lube. But I was the only bottom among the tribe of swingin' dick tops.  I finally settled on some SoftSoap that I found in the john.  I was afraid it might sting once in my ass, but it did not.  So I lubed up with the SoftSoap and returned to the play room to get fucked, and get fucked I did.

Three or four daddies fucked this hot poz ass, a couple I knew from before, and they, too, are certifiably HIV-positive.  One silver daddy plowed deep and hard, with a fierce fuck and sloshy sound effects raising audible comments like 'what a creampie' from a crowd of men taking in the action.  This was turning into a loud, squishy affair, made final by a spectacular orgasm with grunts and more squish.  I was milking that poz cock for all it was worth, and then silver daddy resumed fucking, pushing his toxic contribution deep into my basement.  He was't the only top there into creampies.  Other tops followed, turning my mancunt into a messy, cummy toxic stewpot.  Hey, I wasn't about to tell anybody it was SoftSoap that got the whole thing started.  Now anybody who reads this post knows the real story.

My Fuck Motel: Cheap Ass Hollywood Fucking, Part Two

Like most travelling business sluts, I try to make every penny invested, in the hotel room. return a dividend in the form of hot sex.  After spending way too many hours trading e-mails and text messages with one Chatty Matty after another, I retired that game around 2 a.m. and went for a couple of hours of sleep before hustling the morning commuter market.  Checkout time was gonna be at 11 a.m.  I did not break my fast, so I would need only a quick clean check and be ready for dick, not wasting valuable time cleaning out.  This strategy did pay off, as I wrote in Part One, a tall professional type nailed my ass around 8 a.m.  I left my door unlocked, my lubed ass was in the air, this dude walked in and he fucked my ass while I never saw his face.  It took 5 minutes, it was great, it was living porn.  His breeding me made me feel like a 'fabulous farm animal,' a quote from one of my favorite movies.

Since being a slut is all about quality AND quantity, and since I still had a couple of hours of room time, I returned to the search.  One guy had texted me about 6 or 7 times while I slept, and while I had written him off as just another Chatty Matty, I decided what the hell...I texted him back.

He was an hour away.  It was morning rush hour.  He was on his way.  Yeah, right.  I kept lookin' online.  But damned if he didn't show up: a not young, not old black dude, lanky, wearing a black cap over his longish hair.  I thought he was OK and liked him right away.

I had been playing around with my IPad, teaching myself how to record myself, and I jury-rigged a setup with the IPad on a table, braced up so we'd get a good view of the bed.  I sucked on this dude's dick: it was plump and slightly curved, not all that big to start but we got him to a nice kingsize, and he liked to move around so he was able to eat my ass while I worked on his joystick...being a 5-6 bottom with a much taller top allows for a lot of sex options.  This dude really loved eating ass...he had me twisted like a pretzel while his tongue probed my sweaty manhole while I did my best to push out tall guy's cum.  I just hope I don't fart too loud.  Well, I didn't fart...it was more of a wet squish and a load of poz cum oozed out of my hole.  This was too much for black daddy.  He turned me around and got me doggy style and then fucked that slutty hole for a rammin' five minutes before he shot his load.  Too bad, he pulled out first, blew his wad over my back, smeared it back on my hole, and then shoved his dick back in and dug deep.  I was gettin' pretty vocal with my racialist toilet talk, and he seemed to like that.  It was an almost perfect fuck.  Almost...because he pulled out rather than flood my mancunt with his seed, and...almost...because he's neg...and almost...because he won't let me post the raunchy video that was recorded because he was smokin' shit throughout.  So now I have this hot video which needs editing because it's too long to send via e-mail, but I'm working on that, at least for now it'll just have to be my own private video until this top no longer gives a shit and doesn't care if I post it here or on xtube, which is what a really would like.  If anybody out there wants to do a video, we can talk about that. 

The best part of this Fuck Motel experience is that I've found the perfect place in Hollywood and I'll be coming back again for sure.  And no, it's NOT the Dunes. 

Poz Bottom Gets Fisted With His Own Cum

On a quiet, well-tended suburban street of neat, substantial houses in Southern California, a man is getting fisted in the middle of the afternoon. This appointment was arranged online through a popular website...a pretty ordinary means of getting laid, or in this case, fisted. I'm the fisting top and I love daytime sessions on a weekday because it usually indicates that both top and bottom are at leisure to play when it suits them. This hook-up is especially nice because it involves my first redhead...ever. Well, a blondish reddish sort of lean tiger with zero body fat and a stiff crewcut...basically, a novelty of the best sort, enhanced by a genial personality. And oh yeah, it gets better thanks to a nicely shaped dick that looks like a mouth watering plump pink pork sausage. So in this suburban setting, the session starts with my getting thoroughly porked and taking a very generous juicy poz load. That's good for a start. My part of the bargain is to stuff this lean mean fisthole with my very talented hands. At first glance the hole looks rather small but this guy is an experienced bottom...I mean, I noticed him a long time ago and buddylisted him and I've been tracking him like a bloodhound ever since. When I saw him online, I hit him up, but whatever his history, it still looks like a pretty small tight hole. Looks are often deceiving. This talented fistchute took my hand easily, one deep breath and I was in like an oiled slippery slide and I did the old five finger exercise hitting his interesting combination of deep corners. But while this was going on, I detected the unmistakeable aroma of cum. His cum. My ass. As I squatted to get a better fisting angle, I felt by buttlips quiver like they wanted to dump, so I quickly cupped my free palm under my hole to catch whatever might come out. What I got was the big fat load of poz cum that he had shot up my ass. This was just too good to pass off lightly. I withdrew my other hand and lubed both hands with him cum, and after asking him politely if I could fist him with his own cum, that's exactly what I did. This was a very satisfying accessory to the action, and one I wish would happen all the time. I had to ask him first, though. To get his permission. After all, there is an etiquette to fisting. And the first rule is mutual respect. Ah, like I didn't know he'd say yes. Thanks, my man, for a great suburban afternoon session, cum and all.