Just sayin

Separated at birth?

I love the month of January when college football is retired for the season and pro football takes center stage. This year we've been treated to the Colin Kaepernick show, with a studly, tatted quarterback showing his prowess on the field with full use of his strong legs and muscled arms. Leave it to a team from San Francisco to show that domination can be thrilling. (I read that line in a book once and always wanted to use it!)

Of course I have an ulterior motive to watch every move that Colin-K makes, and that's because he reminds me of one of my favorite porn stars, the prolific Antonio Biaggi. Not as many tatts on Tony but all the muscle, all the strength, all the sexual prowess that Colin has, plus they share that sexy soul patch/goatee that must drive their partner wild when eating pussy, be it male or female snatch. 

In both of their cases, females have likely been the recipient of such pleasurable feelings, since Antonio fucks women as well as guys (he has at least one kid, a girl). Whether Colin is similarly bisexual, who knows, though I sort of doubt it.

Still, we know of course that Antonio has no problem going down on male pussy, and in fact relishes it before he ramfucks his bottom boys in all of his porn flicks. I'm not sure you can find a porn actor who loves the industry more than Biaggi, having seen him do films for almost every single studio out there, even low-budget outfits like the sometimes weird KnightBreeders, whose CEO and star appears to not only shoot all his fuck flicks in a trailer, but I suspect he lives in it as well. But there is Antonio Biaggi, patiently obliging the loud-mouthed Knightbreeder uber-bottom, feeding him his uncut hog the way we love seeing him fuck his willing bitch boys in more polished porn.

So here's to Colin Kaepernick in today's NFC Championship, which is already under way as I write this. Every shot of him -- and the camera loves him -- will remind me of my porn god Antonio Biaggi. I think halftime will find me jerking to one of Biaggi's best, something where he's hammering away at some tight hole, after he's painted it, of course, with that silky tongue and exquisite soul patch. Fuck!

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I GOT FUCKED recently by a 9-inch black master's cock that was also about 6 or maybe 7 inches around. All he wanted was to fuck, fuck, fuck. He had me cover up my cock in a jock strap and refrained from even touching it. He didn't want me to suck him, didn't force me to rim him, all he wanted was to fuck my hole. And fuck it he did, for about 4 hours straight.

He is an experienced top bull who knows how to fuck and he proved it by taking about an hour to open me up slowly with that monster black cock. It wasn't until that first hour passed before he started giving it to me really hard. He'd pull all the way out, slap my ass with his wet bone, then ram it full tilt and dig and grind and fight his way as deep as he could go. Then he'd pull it all the way out and start over.

He loves holes that are open, wet and sloppy, and that's exactly what he had created during his first hour of slow fucking. Now the serious rape was set to start. His favorite position had me squatting over the edge of the bed so he could just stand there and deliver, over and over, up and in and in some more. I wore my leather harness for him, and he was so grateful, because he knew exactly what it was made for: Grabbing onto the back straps and using them to pull me toward him whenever he was thrusting into me. Our smacking sounds made his dog bark in the hallway outside the closed bedroom door.

But after another hour or so of that, both of us needed to change positions. My legs, folded like they were, were falling asleep and hurting almost as much as my bitch hole. And he just wanted to get off his feet and fuck me laying down, so we spooned as he laid his pipe into me on the bed. Wrapping an arm around my belly he continued to dig deep, until he held me tight while his cock was buried and I knew he was emptying another load.

Yes, you got that right, I was taking it raw from the get-go, and probably already had one load in my pussy. I'll tell you a little more about this in a few. But after he dropped a second pile of semen in me, he stayed inside while we spooned, and in a few minutes he was breathing heavy and I swear he took a little nap. LOL. I needed a breather myself, so as I felt his cock slowly shrivel back, I flexed my outermost ring muscles around his head to prevent it from sliding all the way out, and that brought my black bareback bull out of his slumber, ready for the second half. And man, what a kickoff.

He started shoving his soft cock back inside of me while he found and played with one of my tits, and I started talking dirty back to him, begging him for his load. Begging him to give me more. Begging him to breed me.

And then, I said what apparently were the magic words to his ears. The secret password to unlocking the dom in his inner being and bringing out the true, selfish, unrelenting top fucker that we powerbottoms crave, and more often than not only dream about.

I begged him to poz me.

Yeah, he was positive. I'm negative. And from the get-go, remember, we were fucking raw. I knew what I was doing, and now I told him. I wanted his toxic seed to find its target. I wanted him to breed me in the ultimate way possible. "Charge my pussy, daddy," I told him. And with that, I could literally feel his cock stiffen up inside me, I could feel his head flare out into a hammer-like knob, and I could detect a new mission in every inch of his 6-foot-4 muscular loins.


"Charge my pussy, daddy." ... With those magic words, he turned me onto my stomach, then rolled over on top of me. He ordered me to raise just my ass and I did, knowing what he intended. He inserted his now throbbing cock inside my now dripping cunt and he proceeded to jackhammer my hole. He'd pull it back, then drill it deep till that fat cock head hit my walls. The force of impact was so hard, my head started hitting the wooden headboard of his bed. And I could feel the head of that cock hitting every spot deep inside me. Each pullback and thrust was harder than the one before, and I had all I could do to tap every muscle in my thighs and hips to keep my bubble butt raised up for the onslaught.

"Fuck the headbangin' pain," I said to myself, I knew I was getting the fuck of a lifetime from a bull niggah who was quite possibly changing my life forever. And then it hit me, literally.

His thrusting was building up to a crescendo, and I could sense he was ready to blow. Wrapping his arm around my neck to put me in a classic choke hold and with an audible deep breath, he cocked the trigger of his body one more time and dove forward with all his might, driving that toxic fuck stick as far as it would go, and then driving it in some more until finally, for the first time in my life, I felt a cock go where no cock had ever gone before, with the very tip of his dick breaking through an elusive ring in my inner sanctum that I could absolutely feel all the way around, 100 percent, as his penis slit punched through it. And then he froze stiff. He held me there, the hair on my head grinding -- literally grinding -- into the grain of the wood of that fucking headboard.

The package was being delivered.

Not sure how much he had to give, but he was giving me the gift that may never stop giving. He was seeding me, breeding me, charging me -- making me his poz niggah* by injection. (*a term he freely used and encouraged me to use during our rut.) 

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It's been six days since my negative innards were invaded by poz sperm, and my hole sure doesn't feel right, but I don't know yet if I got charged. If it happens, it happens. The bull niggah wants another crack at my ass and also wants to arrange a gang rape with 3 other hung black studs on New Year's Day, with me tied in a sling. That is undoubtedly my ultimate fantasy, the pinnacle of a white bitch powerbottom's drooling worship of superior big black cock, but whether my pussy will be healed by then, and whether the question of my status is moot by that point, we'll just have to see.

Maybe I'll hold out till Martin Luther King Day. My own special way of paying tribute to king cock.

Tiger Milner's wild adventure

Video from The Orlando Gang Bang promoting Saturday night's "Tiger Bang."

There's a hottie powerbottom named Tiger Milner who's about to spend several hours of his life on Saturday night getting gangbanged by an organized group in Orlando who will also film the entire event for a future DVD.

Tiger Milner has become known to quite a few Xtube junkies as the guy whose raw fuck videos from a bathroom stall in a shopping mall have won him kudos for such a brazen and beautiful butt pounding while people come in and out of this public restroom. 

He has started writing about his exploits and posting videos on his blog, http://tigermilner.blogspot.com/. You can find him on Xtube through links on his blog.

You can catch a little of the advance excitement about his Saturday night gig from his blog, but he also shared with me some of the nervous feelings he has heading into the gangbang showdown. It'll be his tight little ass against at least five and possibly as many as a dozen cocks, most of them wanting to drill his pussy raw. 

But the preparations, the hotel space, the use of equipment and the hiring of people to run that equipment will take a huge bite out of Tiger's budget.

Here's where you may come in.

Tiger is now considering setting up a PayPal donation box on his blog (http://tigermilner.blogspot.com/) and he may offer an incentive for people to contribute. I'm encouraging him to do it regardless of any incentives he may offer. Think about it: His expenses are going up, and it would be great if all of his fans on Xtube and elsewhere kicked in $5 or $10 via his blog.

That way he'll be able to spread his legs with peace of mind on Saturday night and actually enjoy himself while getting plowed by cock after cock, all while the cameras are rolling for our future entertainment. 

Keep tabs on his blog for more details, including on how to buy this blockbuster of a DVD when it's finally ready to be released.

Mitt's shit

Wow, has it been that long since I posted on here???

I blame Tumblr, where I've shared mostly pics and some video clips that I've run across while wasting hours of time on that site. If our enemies wanted to subdue us they could not have found a better way to distract us than Tumblr. lol.

Anyway here's a video I wanted to share ... It's political, but it's sexy. Enjoy the boycake....

Back to nature

I've been wanting to do this for a while: Get fucked in the woods to the true rhythm of the birds and the bees.

A couple of years ago a pair of online buds and I went to a campground in upstate New York that was clothing optional, figuring we would get some decent action in the wild. Unfortunately it was so hot during the day there was nothing much going on and we hung out at the pool, where no sex is allowed, and then we got kind of shit-faced that night and I was asleep/passed out in my tent pretty early. I missed an outdoor sling that was set up all night long at someone's campsite, which I had to hear about the whole way back from one of the other guys who stayed up all night.

So I've been itching to give it another go, only this time head out into the woods on a trail I'm familiar with and take along my best fuck bud Robert. I'd been trying to psyche him up for this but he's not the outdoors type. He always kids me about it, asking what's the point in living like an animal or a caveman when it's taken us thousands of years to build up all the creature comforts we enjoy today. Yeah, he's sort of a pansy when it comes to roughing it in the outdoors.

But I assured him we wouldn't spend the night, just get a good workout climbing some elevation and then letting him go at me with his raw cock till he either got tired or drained. The deal was made.

We got to the trail head late in the morning on Saturday and headed up. I carried a pack with plenty of water, snacks, a blanket, towel and some lube. No condoms. I knew exactly where we could go that was off the beaten track and remote enough for me to get noisy if need be. I sort of wanted to howl, in fact, even though we weren't going to be under moonlight.

It took a bit of bushwhacking to reach a pretty good spot but it was worth it. There were lots of pine trees around, and some rock ledges. The ground was carpeted in soft needles. A small brook was nearby but its banks were guarded by thick brush. The air was scented with pine and that lush, earthy aroma you only get deep in the woods. The only noises other than the faint gurgling from the brook were from a few birds. Sorry to all you nature buffs out there, I have no idea what they were. I know they weren't towhees or vireos, probably some kind of warbler. (I told you this was a story about the birds and the bees. lol)

All week I had visions of being on my back with my legs in the air, but as it turned out, we stayed on our feet almost the whole time. I laid the blanket on the bed of pine needles at the base of one of the granite outcrops that rose up pretty high, and then we stripped down.

Naked in nature. There's really something to it, bros. It felt so right, so free, so hot.

Everything came off except our sneakers. I quickly went down on Rob and he went down on me. (Is it me or does everything taste better outdoors?) We were sweaty from our hike and climb, which I figured was about 4 miles total. So we both got high on our pit smells. It was heaven.

Then Rob had me assume a position that's one of his favorites: I spread my feet wide, faced the rock wall and bent over, my hands spread apart with palms flat against the granite, holding myself up against what would be about a 45-minute onslaught. Rob dropped to his knees and started eating. My musky ass got him so turned on, he was loving every lick and tongue fuck he gave me, and I was squirming and starting to flex my arm and leg muscles from him pushing me into the rock.

Finally he stood up, pressed his head against my crack, and let go a huge wad of spit and throat juices he'd been working up while he was rimming me. So much for the lube in my pack. lol.

I took a deep breath (no poppers, oops!) and he was in me to the hilt just like that. There really is no substitute for a top who takes the time to prepare his boy's pussy with a talented tongue.

We got verbal, I let out a few yelps, then remembering where we were, I yelled out "FUCK ME" at the top of my lungs... He didn't hold anything back. I thought he was going to peel his skin off from the way he was ramming his fleshy cock in and out of me so fast and furious. The usual rhythmic slapping sounds of skin on skin were replaced by the loud banging noises, more like spankings, that his cock, bush and pelvis were delivering into my backside.

I did my job too, holding steady and even slightly pushing back to meet his thrusts, trying with all the strength in my jock arms not to let my head bang against that fuckin' rock.

Rob fucked and fucked like a boy in heat. He told me later he came in about 10 minutes but he never let on, not that it would've mattered anyway. He just never stopped fucking. About the time he gave me some good whacks on my ass with his flat palm is when I started to erupt, shooting and spraying all over that fucking rock, which we later dubbed Whale Rock, as in sperm whale. That's when I also let out my howl, throwing my head back and giving it my best wolfman impression.

My ass muscles tightened as I spasmed out my spunk, a rare event for me since I rarely cum while getting fucked. And it also pretty much spelled the beginning of the end for Rob's final load. He was soon spewing again and this time there was no mistaking it. He let out a yell, pulled back and ramfucked it inside of me good, hitting my walls and painting my gut white. He collapsed on my back, his chest and tummy heaving for air, our sweat coating each other, his hands finding my tits while his cock stayed inside of me, slowly recoiling after shooting cum.

We laid down on the blanket finally and made out, still totally naked and still under the trees in the great outdoors. I think the possibility that someone could come by, drawn by the racket we were making, added a bit to the supercharged feeling we had of being there. That we were doing something naughty made it all the more exhilarating. The thrill of possibly being caught cannot be underestimated, and I think it helped Rob go extra long with his nonstop piston-like fucking. My ass is still feeling it a day later.

It seemed like a longer hike back to my truck (I'm now driving a used pickup like a good ol' boy) and I could tell all the way down the trail that I was slowly leaking jizz into the undies I wore underneath my hiking shorts. Thank God nobody was behind us, lol. I changed into a fresh pair of undies for the ride home, during which Rob finally admitted that the outdoors was good for something else besides being one great big urinal (which he also took pleasure in, by the way).

Next time, we both vowed, we're packing in a portable sling.

Yee ha! I'll make a camper out of him yet.

Getting caught up in the moment

One of my recent rendezvous with Rob turned into something of a learning experience for both of us, especially for me. He wanted to take me out to a private club he knew about, sort of a dingy place that used to be a tiny corner bar in a working-class neighborhood but is now just a place where gay guys hang out, listen to music and I guess have sex in the bathroom. I never saw much sex but that's probably because of the cloud of smoke in this joint. Is it me or do too many gay guys smoke like chimneys?

Well, cigarettes and I don't mix too well. I nearly died of all the smoke and probably acted like a baby wanting to leave. So to make it up to Rob for him agreeing to leave earlier than he would have liked, I started going down on him as soon as we got back to his car, then at his place, took 3 loads over several hours in every position including a little wheelbarrow action. Not only were we looking to unload but also looking for extra cardio i guess. lol. Only position we didn't do was what I call the cradle fuck. By the time we thought of it, Robert was exhausted, and he would've had to do most of the work on that one. ;-(

But I did try something different this time. You see, Robert is black, and I've gathered from the past few years of knowing him that racist stuff really, really bothers him. (It bothers me too, trust me.) And I know the N-word is one of his action words. In other words, he can get quite worked up over it.

So while he was behind me fucking the shit out of me and working to give me Load No. 2, we were both getting pretty verbal. He was calling me a white bitch whore and I was begging him to go harder. Finally, in the heat of the moment, i yelled out "Fuck me Nigger!" and that did it... He slammed his palm flat on my butt that sent shock waves through my skin. He followed with a couple more in the same spot (that's probably why it was still visible five days later.) And he started ramfucking me without mercy, where he pulled his cock out all the way then ram-slammed it, to the hilt, hitting my wall and hurting like a motherfucker.

In fact, from that point until he came about 10 minutes later, it hurt like it hasn't in a long while. I felt like I was being raped, for real.

He demanded to hear what I called him again, and I repeated it, only to have him repeat the spanking and the raping. The third time, I refused to repeat the word but instead begged him to forgive me. He ordered me to shut up and take it, that this was now a punish fuck and I was not going to enjoy it... Secretly, I loved every second, especially now in hindsight, but boy it did hurt, I gotta admit that.

Don't worry, we're all good. He knows I don't have a racist bone in my body, and just before we fucked we had watched some porn where the N-word was thrown around by a black bottom. We pillow-talked later about it, when I sought to make sure he knew I abhorred the word in real life, but in the throes of passion, using it at that time in that particular circumstance just came naturally and, in truth, had the exact desired effect of spurring him to fuck me like he rarely does. Rough, raw and relentless -- my Xtube code words, which are in honor of him. lol.

That was a couple of weeks ago. I'm tempted to try it again later this week when we hope to hook up again. But I don't want him to think I'm now hooked on that word. Guess we'll just have to play it by ear. I'm curious to hear what all my black online buds think...