New Year Starts with Uncut Latin Dick

It would seem preposterous that a month has gone by with just a couple of postings, but indeed, I have been busy trying to purchase my own personal sex venue in the Colorado Desert, and more about that some other time.  I have had a sexy January, mostly fisting some seasoned, mature, and worthy ass in our City by the Bay.

The month got off to a sleepy start: on New Year's Eve, I passed out around 10pm and was jostled awake in time to toast the arrival of 2014, and then I went right back to sleep.  I don't force myself to be jolly and prefer to be comfortable.

A couple of days later, though, I was back to my old tricks, scouring the internet for old tricks and new tricks, and struck gold with a buddy who'd been to my place before.  Except on that occasion, he didn't fuck me (although he was supposed to); instead he fucked the black poz top who was fuckin' me.  Yeah, I was the bottom of a good old fashioned 3-meat sandwich fuck.  Both tops came simultaneously, and I did get a nice load out of it...but now it was time to sample that raw latin dick that had charged the top who was charging me.  Just thinkin' back now, I'm gettin' hard...that session was a quick journey to pozotopia.

I am very much into Latin guys.  Of all the numerous types of men, If I may be permitted to generalize, Latin men seem to be the 'less fucked up' about sex than any others.  Ricky Martin has been quoted saying to the effect, Sex to us (Latinos) is a joke, which sounds flip but what I get from that is that Latinos realize sex is just another aspect to the human experience, something not necessarily sacred or idealized, conjugal sex and the Blessed Virgin aside.  So my Mexican buddy fucked me raw, hard and fast, shot a toxic blast of jism up my white ass where it stayed for the rest of the day, marinating with my buttslime and giving me that pregnant feeling bottoms get when juiced.  Ah, that brings us up to January 3.

Poz Stigma Makes for Hot Sex - Part One

I was at a bareback party in Palm Springs last weekend and had a great time.  I got fucked by only four guys but each fuck was memorable, and happily, each dick was certifiably positive. 

One fucking was delivered by an old friend, we've got it on many times before.  He's dumped his poz cum deep in my ass many times.

The next match was with a fit, older white guy who had rolled down his briefs just enough for me to engage in some cock sucking ...and just enough to see the biohazard tattoo at his waist.  Man, I could hardly wait to get his pozstick up my ass, which I did. 

A little later, after fisting a friend in a sling elsewhere in this favorite sex garage, I returned to my preferred station on the fuckpad, face down and butt up, and felt a prod poking around my pucker hole.  When this happens I push out my big hole to swallow up whoever's there.  A long and slender thing slid right in and immediately went into piston-fucking mode, getting so furious that I thought it was my old buddy the Energizer Bunny whom I've blogged about before.  But wait...this dick didn't feel like Bunny's...this dick felt thicker and certainly harder.  After pounding my ass for a good ten minutes, the top finished and withdrew; but I had enough time to turn to see that it was a guy who had fucked me a couple of times before and although we've never spoken, I know him from his profile on barebackrt...not the cutest guy, but positive.  Three toxic dicks up my poz ass.

Within minutes, another dick was diggin' out my hole; another spirited, dedicated fuck.  And finally, conclusively, a blast of cum was shot up my mancunt...where cum belongs.  I turned quickly to see who had made this generous donation, and as the slim, old-young/young-old white guy walked away, I saw the beautiful stylized biohazard tattoo on his right cheek.  Fuck!!!  Four out of four poz tops, and a poz load.  If I had tried to plan it this way, it wouldn't have happened.

Recalling how Sean Storm related to me in an e-mail, 'we do love those poz loads, don't we?' led me to wonder why this is so.  Sean's comment is absolutely true: poz bottoms (and chasers) love all loads but especially poz loads.  Such is the erotic power of the taboo, or the stigma of Positivity.  If that isn't a word, I just made it up.

I was going to segue into the media-enhanced Poz Stigma power of Treasure Island Media studlet, D.J. Steedley (seen in 'Bad Seed'), but rather will continue this tread in a second posting.

Crossed Wires Leads to Toxic Three-Way

In this technology-driven age, it shouldn't be surprising that we can get too well-connected for our own good.  Or maybe it's all good if it leads to good fuck. 

I don't know about you guys, but I can handle only one text conversation at a time.  I'm hooking up via barebackrt and my cellphone...and it turns out I'm working two guys at once (the phone numbers were almost exactly alike and I wasn't paying that much attention...I wanted to get fucked!), except I don't know it.  One guy's text messages did seem out of synch with the conversation but I just thought he was slow or whatever.  Anyway both guys turned up.  The first guy at my door wasn't the guy I thought he was, but he was this nice-looking black dude with a neat Afro, and we were about to get it on, when the second guy turns up, and he's the bi-racial guy who first texted that he was going with somebody else, but then he must have changed his mind, because here he is.  It turned out he had never changed his mind, and it was I who had mixed up these messages from two different guys.  It was the black guy who had changed his mind.

Got it?  Who cares?  It happens.  I'm glad there are plenty of trashy fuckers on barebackrt, because when I asked the second guy if he was into a three-way, he responded by dropping his jeans.  I shouldn't say it was a three-way, because it was more of a sandwich with me on the bottom.  I got fucked by the black guy who got fucked by the bi-racial dude, who was short, stocky and packed.  Alas, I never got to sample that dick, since they both came pretty quickly and good for them, at the same time.  I did get the brother's poz load, which should be good enough for anybody.  Getting mixed up with your text messages ain't necessarily a bad thing.

Interracial 3-Way

I wanted to call this a tri-racial threeway but that doesn't quite make sense in today's parlance. It gives the wrong impression: biologists, or at least bureaucrats, stop at 'bi-racial,' any more races makes it 'multi-racial,' eventhough this three-way involved men of three races, and as far as I know, none of us is multi-racial. So I'm settling for an interracial three-way.
I had been chatting with this Filipino guy on barebackrt for around a year but we couldn't make it happen, as he lives out in the 'suburbs.' For those of you who know San Francisco, anything, west of Van Ness Avenue and south of 13th Street, qualifies as the suburbs in my book. This guy was just too hard for me to get to; but he seemed nice and so we kept on trying. Yesterday, Friday, it worked out...he was able to drive to me for a morning rendezvous.
This daddy is into getting his tits handled, pinched and chewed on. I'm always afraid to overdo this stuff but he seemed to want more and more. I'm still feeling my way around this nipple freak but we learn fast, and eventually I figured out I could sit on his throbbing dick while I gnawed at his tits. He's about 5 inches taller than I am so it worked out; if he'd been taller it would have been ever better and I would have learned something new to add to my repertoire of sex.
We'd been going at it for about half an hour when my fuckbud Dr. Hook showed up at the door.
'I've got somebody here. Is that OK?' This should have been a rhetorical question but I had to ask anyway. It may be just sex, but that doesn't mean you forget good manners. Both guys were into it.
Well, what followed was a 'first' for me: getting fucked by an Asian top and a Afro-American-Caribbean top, both taking turns on my ravaged butthole.
My black buddy filled me up with usual generous load. More toxic juice to keep me charged up.
Something new for me: interracial, three ways. Awesome.

Happy New Year: Recharged with 3 Poz Loads

My plans for New Year's Eve are almost always the same: a couple of drinks or more at various bars in the Castro, and taking my buzz with me to an annual fisting party in the Castro. I was a little ambivalent about New Year's Eve 2010 because I had enjoyed a rousing good and unexpected fuck from my Dr. Hook the day before, Friday, leaving me full of toxic semen and a sense of fulfillment. But then, on Saturday, the 31st, I got a call from the very same Dr. Hook who had planted his seed deep in my ass only the day before: was I ready for another load?
Well, hell yeah! I immediately forgot about whatever I had been planning to do and got down serious about making myself ready. Dr. Hook's visits have to be short and sweet because he's on his lunch hour and he's about a 5 minute walk away, so that's 10 minutes right there, and it's a good thing he's a fast and furious dedicated top, because he makes every minute count.
Saturday's fuck was a bit more stylized; I mean he likes to work his dick around at various angles and since it's a crank dick that practically turns with a 90 degree bend, I get an anal massage like none elsewhere. But when he shot his load deep in my butt like he always does, this time he just kept his dick in my hole for a longer time, like 5 minutes or so, moving it around slightly, but still keeping deep within. I'm crouched on my knees with my butt up and he's resting his full body weight on my back...he's a shorty, 5-5 maybe and a lean, very lean, muscular 130 lbs. or so...ideal. And of course, the whole time he's in there, I'm squeezing his dick with all I'm good for...needless to say he likes that a lot.
After he left, it was hard to get up to go out, drinking and even fisting seemed like too much bother. I was one happy dude, and so I just went to bed early thinking about that rich poz load of cum marinating in its well.
But it didn't end with that.
On New Year's Day, I was at the gymn when I got a text message from Hook: how about another go?
Ah...hell yeah. Three poz loads in three successive days, makes for a lot of recharging up...I'm ready for 2012, so let's hope 2012's ready for me.

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.

Blatino Drills Hard, Shoots Deep

I had bottomed for this big-dicked Latino on a couple of other occasions, both times at parties posted on barebackrt. The first time he was furiously fucking a smallish dude on a bench at a garage sex party...the encounter was loud and in a dark corner of a play area...the bottom moved on and I climbed onto the bench where he had been, in hopes that I could be as lucky. I was. This massively-built machofucker then nailed my ass in the same way he had taken care of my predecessor, with swift firm strokes, totally in control of my hot throbbing fuckchute...well, I did say 'machofucker' didn't I? As it was dark, all that I could be sure of was that he was massive, well-endowed and very dominant.

Our second pairing was at the same place some months later...another party with the same format, except this time, I got up on all fours on a mattress on the concrete floor of this sex garage. Man, he gave it to me again, and not just me, but an older, chubby bottom who had situated himself right next to me. This top tag-teamed us, going from one bottom to another, giving us equal treatment until he finally dumped a load deep into chubby's firm ass. I tracked the top through the barebackrt profiles and buddylisted him...well, just in case an opportunity should present itself. Eventually, last weekend, it did.

This time I hosted and since I don't have the usual California King sized bed, I improvised with a twin mattress on the floor. This was OK with him and he fucked me in a totally different but still essentially machofucker style. This time he wanted me flat on my stomach, butt down, thighs together, as he pommeled my ass with the violent energy of a gymn workout. I have a tendency to raise my ass and arch my back; machofucker would have none of this and kept pressing my butt down so that I was flat on the mattress. I got the hang of it and got a great fuck with machofucker changing the pace only as he let go with a pulsing load plumbed into my inner depths.
So even though you think you know a guy's fuckstyle, sometimes you discover you don't know as much as you thought...and in a nice way, too. As he got up to go, I saw that he had a stylized biohazard tattoo on his back...a design I've seen on some porn models and among friends at sex parties. There are few things better than a hot Latin poz load delivered machofucker style deep into your ass. Men, are you with me? Life is worth living!

Discreet Businessman Becomes Nasty Poz Fucker in Late Night Hotel Hook-UP

When blogging, I do my best to respect the wishes of the guys I have sex with. If it's a famous person, like a pornstar, I'll go ahead and be upstanding, but if a guy has a lot of 'Ask Me's' in his profile, then I won't mention his screen name. He's got his reasons which are none of my business. I'm not being coy or playing games, it's just the way I see it. Last Monday night, a visitor to SF found me online at barebackrt...he was the only total top 'looking' and I was going to ping him myself but he beat me to it...the Hilton's about a 15 minute walk from my place...we exchanged a few messages, I gave him my cell phone number, we connected...and it turns out he was esconced in a rather large suite on the top floor of the Hilton Tower. He looks like one of the guys on 'Mad Men,' super-straight, conservative haircut, old school black framed glasses. He's built like a linebacker with an average-sized dick which was easy to get rock hard at 90 degrees. And he's HIV-positive, which is a matter I always clear up from the start, but it's not mentioned in his profile...it was one of his 'Ask Me's...which is why I asked.
I went down on him directly after shedding all my clothes (I look rather preppy myself, not my usual dressed down appearance) while he stripped his sport shirt and trousers, leaving his white tee. He keeps his glasses on, while he stands at the bed, and pulls my ass over to the edge. I get a nicely-paced, deliberate, measured fucking, and he knows how to use his dick, giving my throbbing buttlips a nice massage. He talks a little bit...not too much...just some phrases in a low voice, about a 'tight hole.' Well, my hole ain't tight...it's deep, hot and big. So I keep my mouth shut, he ain't complainin'. But he gets it...he doesn't plunge or plow, he really strokes. It's a hot fuck.
I've been pretty quiet...but he asks me about the load in my ass (I had slipped a cum cube up there before I left home), 'whose is it?' 'A hot Mexican's,' I said back (at least party true)...'oh yeah?' Then I let loose with some trash talk about wanting his poz cum up there, to mix it up with the poz cum of hot latinos who've been fuckin' me lately, and then, pop! pop! pop! He shoots his load into my ass. It was the poz references that got him off (join the club!) Despite his Chamber of Commerce front, this top turned out to be just another twisted type into cum-mixing, spreading and sharing the toxic seed, getting off on the whole idea. When I got home, I took a squat on the kitchen floor, pushed out his cum into my reservoir tank of seed...and it was a pretty good load, nice and clear, nasty and deadly. Thanks, man, nasty mr. businessman.

A Charge a Day

Today I read in RawTop's website that there are studies which suggest that a poz load up a poz bottom's ass might help him stay healthy longer. Something about the immune system's need to be reminded or reinforced to maintain its vigilance and effectiveness. If this is true, it makes fucking obligatory for those of us poz bois who never needed much of an excuse to get fucked. But for those victims who remain in their apartments fearful of going out and meeting people and getting 're-infected,' it provides something to think about. Seriously. If true. Or if not true.

Cock Hungry in Palm Springs

It's been 115 every day for the past week, and that limits daytime action...no matter, I have been priming for pspigslut's party on Sat. night. I also planned to check out the action at Camp Palm Springs and the Helios Resort. But then I hooked up on barebackrt with a poz couple in Cathedral City, both of whom wanted to fuck my ass. I popped an ExenZe and made it quick for Cat City. They wanted me there no later than 10, and once there, in their dimly lighted house near a golf course, I went to work, sucking both men off, and following their lead to the bed where I was posed on all fours. What these guys like is to rim, and rim they did...I'm always afraid that I'll fart, but that never happened. The aggressive rimjob leads to some serious tag team fucking...one dad is the Rugged Type, with a 3-day growth of beard, and big shoulders and a big chest. The second dad is older but a Gymn Built Type...perhaps the best looking man of his age I have ever met. Rugged Dad fucked me religiously and dumped his poz load with a lot of noise and humping. Gymn Built Dad put me on my belly and proceeded to drill me thoroughly until he shot his poz load deep into my ass. Then it was over, I was out of there by 10:30. PSpigslut's doors lock at 11 so I got over there quick...it's a big house in a quiet neighborhood despite being on a major thoroughfare. The set up is in the garage...slings, gloryholes and a couple of platforms for fucking...and more slings and a swimming pool in the backyard. There was a lot of smoochy action in and by the pool, but that's not my scene, so I spent most of my time on the platform where a hefty Latino chub was getting fucked by a tall hot white dad...chub bottoms should always get on their bellies as they usually have sexy round bottoms begging to be parted and fucked hard. A substantial tall black daddy shoved his equipment into my face and I got him hard in no time...then he put me on the platform and fucked me to heaven...I was facing the Latin chub and kissed him and he kissed me back and it was hot, I love kissing another bottom while we're both getting fucked. Black Daddy shot his load in my ass and promptly disengaged. A white preppy type was getting drilled in a sling...by...an old trick of mine, Desert Rat. Desert Rat has fucked me several times at the Camp, and he should be called the Desert Energizer Bunny...he fucks and fucks and fucks with great gusto. I knew that he would be working on Preppy Guy for another half hour, and since Black Daddy was now working his big schlong up the Latino Chub's butt, I elected to leave right then...it was 11:30. I didn't want to go home since it was still early and I had 3 loads in my ass, and I was feeling all 3 loads, that urge to crap them out but of course I didn't want to do that. It's still fuckin' 95 degrees out, it's almost midnight and I'm shirtless, wearing really old worn camo pants and black flip flops...I'm sweating so much that my feet are sticking to the flip flops...I need a beer, and decided to hit the Tool Shed. I didn't like the way the bartender addressed me so I didn't give him a tip, I took my beer and did the standing and modeling routine, but the crowd wasn't out to meet up...it must have been CowGirl Night since there was a lot of western wear and not much leather of course since it's so goddamned hot. I decided to bag the Tool Shed and cruise Helios...if there are a lot of cars there, then I'll check in, the night time pass is $20. There are a lot of cars parked up and down the block, so it's a done deal. I staked out a place on the mattress in one of the playrooms, and decide I'll give it an hour...there seems to be a lot of looky-loos, but you never know. After about 20 minutes, I feel a probing and dick insertion, followed by a fierce fuck...the top slams his bod tightly against mine and does a quick, tough, steady rabbit fuck. As usual, my face is buried into the mattress but I do take a quick look at the full height mirrors all around and discover that the top is...Desert Rat! Black Daddy is also here. Desert Rat fucks me vigorously for about 20 minutes and takes a break...I don't think he recognized me...he just fucks and fucks, doesn't talk much though enough to tell me that he's neg and works as a teacher in the Hi-Desert. I stroll around the grounds and climb into the sling at the far corner of the enclave, and finger my ass and use the cum that trickles out to lube my dick for a jerk off. I'm having trouble getting hard...does ExtenZe work? For the good-sized crowd, there are probably 50 to 60 guys here, there is not that much action, and it's getting late, about 1:30 and I do have to drive back to San Francisco in the morning...so I bag Helios, grateful for the sexy ambiance and Desert Rat. As I make my way out I pass another outdoor sling where Desert Rat is busy fucking some bald guy. The guy's incredible...what does it take it make him cum? When I get home, I jack off...it takes me about 5 minutes and blow a nice load...does ExtenZe work?...and drop off to sleep hoping that I still have some poz cum in my ass.

Palm Springs Diversion

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