The Cum is on the Floor

The cum is on the floor.  I got reunited with a fuckbud this weekend and he fucked my ass just like old times, and it was even better because he had stored up a few days of his poz jism and gave me a generous deposit after some extended stroking...yeah, even better because this load was just as big as he had promised, unlike the old times when he took care of my ass on a weekly basis, and it was great, but oh yeah, this time it was even better.  Like most bottoms, I want to keep that load up in there for as long as possible, with my buttwalls absorbing all that toxic juice, sending it to every corner of my deserving bod.  But also like most bottoms, just thinkin,. about all that cum up there, keeps me restless and horny as hell.

Something had to be done, as there is nothing like a restless fagwhore; we just can't concentrate on anything except gettin' more dick up our asses.  At times like these, I have learned to rely on local sexcare givers for psychological and physical support.  These lovely boys can be at your disposal for cabfare and lunch money, and so what if it sets us back a couple of Franklins?  So a local caregiver came right over and delivered his much desired and needed care, and another generous deposit.

Well, I know this can't go on ad infinitum, after all I ain't Ryan Cummings, you know...but I did keep these loads up my ass through the night, and upon waking the next morning, I was still restless and horny as hell.  But since I couldn't afford cabfare and lunch money for another caregiver, I'd  have to fall back on Mrs. Fist and her five daughters, as their services are free for the taking.  So in getting ready,  I took a squat on the hardwood floor and shat out a copious blob of natural lube that had marinated all night.  I mean, a big fat wad of gorgeous, deadly squat.  I couldn't touch it, it was so beautiful.  It is so beautiful.  It's still there.  The cum is on the floor.

Folsom Weekend 2011 - Part One - Cum Jar

I made up my mind to travel the cocktrail for as much as possible during the weekend, eventhough I wasn't able to make Treasure Island Media's play party at the new playspace on Friday night, I did my best to make up for it by Saturday morning. I got a bite on barebackrt around 8 a.m., Saturday, from a poz businessman staying at one of the finer hotels downtown...he was in town on business and his business wasn't Folsom. There was a little too much banter between us and I got the feeling he was going to reveal himself as a Chatty Matty and nothing would come of it, especially when he asked me what I was going to do to deserve his load. This was pretty chatty, wouldn't you say? I wrote him that I had a jar of cum in the fridge and I would inject myself with cum before coming over...did he like it cumsloppy or super cumsloppy? He mailed me back his room number and I was I on my way...his hotel is about a 10 minute walk from my apartment. So fast that I couldn't get the cum jar defrosted so I took the whole goddamned jar with me.
I really don't prefer sex in elegant surroundings, for myself or for porn...Christian getting fucked on fine English furniture in a high class hotel sort of messes it up for me despite Christian's porn magnificence and his hard-working tops. So you can imagine me walking into this nicely decorated room with a lot of thought behind every detail. Nothing impulsive ever happens in a room like that.
Fortunately, the gent was from the Middle West and had been to Texas on business and I spied two pair of cowboy dress boots, one black and one brown. The cowboy thing brought things down a bit, making it a little sexier.
I let the tops call the shots, and this man knew what he wanted. He wanted me to keep my head still while he fucked my throat. I kept it perfectly still just like he wanted and did the best I can: I'm not a great cocksucker; I don't really care to have my cock sucked, I can't cum that way, so it never really interested me, cocksucking that is. But the top is the man, and I guess I did OK; he seemed to like it. He asked me about the cum, which had defrosted by this time, so I showed him how I fill myself up using the dollar store plastic injector. This really interested him and he asked me a lot of questions about the cum, but without killing the mood.
How many loads are in there? I said about 30 or 40, but some of it is mine...which is true.
How much of that is poz cum? I said, well, probably most of it, I'm into poz cum but I don't turn down a load that's not charged.
Any black guys' cum? Oh hell yeah. For some reason, black guys dig my ass. I don't necessarily chase them, but they find me...and I try to make it as easy as possible.
Are the black guys' poz, too? Oh hell yeah, come on!
Chatty Matty.
I injected a couple of ounces, making my hole nice and sloppy.
He pushed his dick into my ass, and wham! I could tell the dude was turned on so like he couldn't stand it...and he didn't for very long.
A few strokes, some squishy, slurpy belches from my hole and wham! he shot his load.
It was all very hot because I like being on my back and watching the top's facial expressions. His were great, expressive, honest.
That was awesome, man, I said.
This was a first for him, I could tell.
Don't forget your cum, he said, motioning to the jar on the desk.
I grabbed the jar, put it on the floor, squatted over it and dumped his load into the jar, then swished the jar around to help mix his poz-ness with everybody else's, black guys, white guys, latin guys, my own poz donations.
Well, thanks for coming over, he said. I gotta get ready for a meeting, I was able to switch appoints around to make time for this.
Well, thanks, I said, getting my clothes on...not a bum's rush, as I was eager to get a move on myself, after all, it was Folsom.
I made sure not to forget the jar.

The 1,000 Load Fuck Review

The annals of bareback porn, now in the 'Post Condom' era, will have its landmarks immortalized as historians write about how and when this phenomenon of barebacking developed. The history began with the landmark 'Depth Charge 1,' a fisting VHS video (circa 1997) by the Father of Bareback Porn, Mr. Michael McKey, working for Club Inferno, part of the Hot House empire...sounds like ancient history now. When I happened upon this video, I was blown away...after all, the condom police had held sway since 1989, but with Depth Charge, the gloves were off, quite literally. And in 'Depth Charge 2,' Mr. Mckey sneaked in some bareback fucking in a sling, complete with a drop of cum oozing out of a freshly fucked ass. I don't recall much outrage from the condom people...no calls to boycott or shun Hot House. Then Paul Morris did 'Breed Me,' a couple of years later, which was basically a pump and dump video but the opening sequence with a bottom (headless) working 17 loads out of his ass with a dildo...that was a landmark, too. From that day on, all bareback movies had to have an element of raunch and external cum shots. Jeff Palmer was another landmark...mainstream superstars turning to bareback, in his case by way of Hot Desert Knights. And then there was Dawson, with 20 loads, 50 loads, Brad McGuire's cum pump weekend, and the expansion into England and Germany. Landmark developments all. Now with the 1000 Load Fuck, Paul Morris and Treasure Island Media have set another landmark: the unequivocal acknowledgment of cum as a veritable fetish, and what nobody else will say...pozcum. The thousand loads injected into Ian Jay's butt are mostly pozcum loads, come on...and we're all getting hard just reading this. The pozcum is injected with the biggest basters I've ever seen, and the cum is also poured over various dicks as they plunge into that young ass. The cum is smeared over the bodies of the tops while they're feverishly fucking...it's a fucking cum, wet and wild. You've never seen anything like this, buy this video today. There are other things: there are a bunch of new tops, as well as veteran favorites like Dawson, Brad McGuire, Jerry Stearns and Derek Anthony. A new TIM exclusive Jessy Karson tops in this one, but he'll be bottoming soon enough...a new favorite internet clip shows Jessy getting fucked by James Roscoe in the Treasure Island booth during Folsom, complete with a dorkass Asian tourist and his camcorder taking it all down. You'll like this The 1,000 Load Fuck, another landmark achievement by Treasure Island Media. Buy it.