Smokin' hot in the Smokies

I've been quiet for a long time on here, basically keeping my hole in shape with my black fuck bud Robert's 8 incher and slowly training myself to deep throat an 8 inch cock (practising on Robert of course, and also with a soft 8 inch medium thick dildo).

But I went on a backpacking vacation recently and had an encounter like I've never had before while out hiking. I was with two friends, both jock boys who I met on the trail a couple of years ago. They're 6 feet or 6'1" like me, so we have long strides that let us cover a lot of ground in a short amount of time. We get together at least once a year for a backpacking trip, sometimes with a few other, older guys. But this time it was just us young guns because we wanted to tackle some serious miles in one of the East Coast's premier wilderness playgrounds, the Smokies.

We had all been through there before at least once, on the Appalachian Trail. But for this trip, we wanted to explore some of the hundreds of miles of other trails that sometimes crisscross with each other throughout this half-million-acre park. Some trails feed into the A.T. on the ridgeline, but we wanted to avoid the A.T. as much as possible because that's where most people go when they're there. This was going to be just us, away from the herd, and we weren't even that concerned with sticking together as a group, either. If one or two of us shot ahead, or fell behind, so be it. We were all self-sufficient in terms of gear and food, etc., and as long as we all ended up at the pickup spot in a few days' time, we were good to go. Each of us had a cell phone, so we were all set in case this trip turned into three separate solo hikes.

On Day 3, we were still basically hiking together when we ran across something very rare on a long-distance trail in the Great Smokies. No, it wasn't a bear. They're everywhere. It wasn't even a park ranger (your chances of seeing a bear are 10 times greater than seeing a ranger, lol). It was a black guy out backpacking, by himself. We stopped and chatted with him for a few minutes, a customary ritual on the trail. You share info about what lies ahead for the other guy, then go on your separate ways. And my buds did just that after hearing about a water source a mile or so up ahead for us.

But I lingered a little, going a bit further with the convo the way hikers do, making small talk out of stuff like what's your "trail name," where you're from, where you went to school, etc. I was already horny to begin with from hanging with my jock bros and inhaling their hiker-sweat from 3 days in the backcountry. And now I had this fucking hot black guy to myself, in the middle of nowhere, his shirt off like mine because of the heat wave in the South, his fucking chiseled abs glistening with sweat, the smell of his man odor filling my nostrils, and his gorgeous smile with pearly white teeth flashing as he talked or laughed while we exchanged info.

And naturally I was getting bonered up bigtime, which is bad because you can't exactly hide it on the trail when all you're wearing is skimpy hiker shorts. I could swear he was checking me out, too, while we talked, so I'd look behind me now and then to let him have a glimpse, and I was pretty sure he liked what he saw on me. I asked where he was planning to stop for the night, and he asked where my group was planning to camp. I told him our ultimate destination in a few days' time, and he indicated he'd be heading out in a day or so, back in this direction in fact.

Finally we said our goodbyes and headed in opposite directions. I fondled my tit a few times while hiking the rest of that afternoon, imagining what his cock looked like. I spent a sleepless night in my tent that night, not daring to jack off because we were tenting so close to each other. Playing with my tits and gently stroking my cock would have to do. Tasting my pre made me nod off with dreams of sucking a sweaty black dick.

That next afternoon one of my buds was explaining that he wanted to pound out some serious miles, hiking faster to test his endurance, and we wished him well. He has never run a marathon before, but he's thinking of doing the New York City Marathon this fall. So off he went, not running per se, but hiking double time as it were. I'm sure on good stretches he would try to run a little, but it's hard with a pack on your back.

Then I hung back to take a break, and suddenly I was hiking solo for the first time on this trip. It felt great, and I was enjoying it a lot thinking of my first time in the wilderness like this, solo, when all of a sudden up came the black dude. Turns out he didn't go much farther the day before, and in the morning he decided to start doubling back to where he parked his car. I was thrilled.

We hiked together the rest of the day, taking numerous breaks wherever you could sit down (in the woods, you take advantage of those spots, especially when it's hot), or wherever there was a water source and we needed to camel up. I was sporting a raging hardon by this point, since my one true weakness is an addiction to black cock. I don't care if I pass a homeless black dude on the street, all I can think of is how big his dick is and what it would be like bent over doggie while he's plowing it home.

It became fairly obvious we weren't going to catch up with my buds, so around 6 or so I suggested we start looking out for a good spot to pitch our tents. About an hour later we found a perfect spot, down off the trail a little ways, alongside a small stream. The trees were evergreens and there was a carpet of soft brown needles on the floor. I think we both knew it was going to be perfect for other reasons, too, since by this time I was pretty sure the vibes that were flowing were not all one way.

We cooked our dinners, even shared a little of our food with each other, I texted my buds to let them know that I was OK, and then we sat back and continued our ongoing conversation about the one thing that bonds college jock types like nothing else: college football. My newfound bud was from Asheville and had gone to Appalachian State. I knew a lot about the Mountaineers, and he was actually good friends with a few of them from when he was in school. We talked about the famous Michigan game, which we both watched on TV that day a few years back, and then about some bigtime games we have actually seen in person. Turned out we were both SEC fans, and we had both gone to games at LSU, Auburn and Tennessee. We were really connecting on this stuff, and by this time, too, I noticed he was frequently touching himself, quickly rubbing his crotch nonchalantly and almost without thinking about it. 

Finally, just as I was talking about one of my favorite players from when I was in school -- and describing how hot he was on and off the field -- Slider's hand went down and brushed his crotch, and this time he kept it there. (Slider is his trail name.) I was still talking, but I trailed off forgetting what I was saying, because all of a sudden Slider tilted his head back and laughed.

"What's so funny?" I asked.
"You," he said, smiling with those fucking hot lips and white teeth from ear to ear. "You can't keep your eyes off my pants."

And that was it. I was busted. I laughed nervously, but he assured me it was all alright. He confessed he was getting horned up while I was talking about this hottie football player (it was David Carr, of Fresno State, seen above, and if you ever saw him play or met him in person, you know exactly what I'm talking about), and I guess I was going on a little more than I realized about his chiseled chin, eye-popping biceps (the biggest guns on any quarterback I've ever seen) and his cut pecs and abs. And that was that: Slider was blatantly stroking his cock, and I was staring at him doing it.

Suddenly I was bold enough to confess something of my own, and I knew from that point on it would be the game-changer.

"You know, I've got a confession to make.... I'm one of those white boys who worships black cock."

His smile was now bigger than ever, and it was contagious. "Well get over here boy and worship."

And that is how for the next half hour or so, I was on my knees in front of him as he squatted on his sleeping pad, my head bowed in worship amid the aroma of manly sweat, the beautiful bush of a black man's curly pubes, and the rock hard pole of an 8 inch piece of cut chocolate cock that looked, smelled and tasted of pure hotness. The head was lighter skinned than the rest of the shaft, and I proceeded to polish it even brighter with my lips, tongue, and eventually the back of my throat. He was enjoying it so much, he was moaning loud enough for anyone to hear on the main trail above us. He told me he had days worth of load and he wanted to give it all to me. As it turned out, I should've kept going down on him, since swallowing a few loads would've been ideal protein replenishment out here on the trail.

But the bottom whore in me wanted that cock in my ass. No condoms carried by either one of us. No problem, for either one of us. And we had plenty of lube from the coat of saliva I was slobbering all over his pole. The only problem was, I had no way to clean myself out. And I knew that it might pose a problem. But when you're outdoors with a stranger who's hot, sexy, black and hung and you haven't touched yourself in a few days, nothing else matters except his raw dick and your hole.

We each stripped down, fondled each other's hardons, and I even had him raise his arm over his head so I could burrow in his sweaty smooth pits -- a must as anyone who has read my previous blogs knows. To avoid anyone stumbling on us and seeing everything, we retreated to my tent, which is roomy enough for 2 but you can't really sit up in it, so I laid flat on my stomach and held my ass up slightly. He climbed on top, found my hole, and started going in. Slowly, since I was tight, but determined to squish his pubes against my backsides. (I told him I love that feeling.) He got his cock in me all the way finally, and then slowly started to pump it in and out. Suddenly he rammed it, which made me grunt like a pig, and he proceeded to hump it hard and rough. He had one arm wrapped around my neck in a choke hold, which I love, and his head buried in my neck, his tongue licking my ear and his dreds dangling on my face. I could've gone all night long, and so could he have, too. Just then he started ramming it, pulling back a little, and ramming it again, over and over for about 10 times, never leaving my hole but going deeper and deeper with every thrust. When I asked if he was getting ready to shoot, he sighed that he had been shooting his load with every one of those thrusts and had already planted it deep up my cunt. In all, the fucking took less than 10 minutes.

He laid still for a while, in that position, his dick in my ass still, when I started raising my ass cheeks and squeezing my inner ass muscles to stroke and milk his bone, which was still rock hard. He moaned like I was sucking him again and whispered his hot breath in my ear asking me not to stop. We did this for a little while, and just as he was recharged enough to give me another fuck with another load, his cock suddenly slipped out of my ass. He looked down, and said "Ooops."

I could tell it was all she wrote for our fucking that night. He had literally fucked the shit out of me, and we ended with a rather messy fuck. I apologized, but he was very supportive, acknowledging that we had no way to clean me out beforehand. If I had known I was going to get fucked that night, I might have tried fasting for at least a day, but on the trail, that simply is not possible. So we called it quits, even though we both knew we could've gone all night. We cleaned up thoroughly -- his cock and my ass and then my tent floor -- and we went to bed in our own tents. In the morning, we exchanged phone numbers and email addresses, hit the trail, and in about an hour or so came to the side trail he needed to take back to his car.

"This is me," he said, looking down the hill. "Let's do this again sometime. For real."

A hot black jock with an 8 inch cock who fucks like that doesn't have to ask me twice. And since getting home from that trip, we have made tentative plans to meet in Pennsylvania in October. I'll fast, I'll be so cleaned out you can store food in there, I'll have plenty of lube, and I'll come home with plenty of cum.

Hampton Inn, here we come.

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!

The blog entry that Xtube deleted

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.