Outed in Grand fashion

I was walking through Grand Central Station the other day, which I used to do on a more regular basis but not so much anymore, when I thought I heard someone call my name. I turned around and didn't see anyone I recognized, but there was one guy looking straight at me. I was ready to turn back around when he nodded toward me and asked, "Will? Will Win?"
 
Busted, lol.
 
My screen name on Xtube and elsewhere (dudesnude, etc.) is obviously not my real last name but when this guy had both names I knew he had to know me from some gay porn site that I belong to, probably one where my full face pic is actually posted (I keep it off of Xtube). I smiled right away and said Hey, then walked over closer and said something like "How you doin?" so anybody who was still nearby would think we might've known each other. No one paid a bit of attention to us, of course. It was New York City after all.
 
That was it. We didn't pretend to know each other and he didn't bother me with questions or chat or anything else, thank god. I really wasn't looking forward to talking about the latest hot BBC video I had creamed to, or whether my hole was leaking black man jizz at that moment, and there have been times when I've been in Grand Central and other public places where that was a distinct possibility. He just said he thought he had recognized me from my profile photo (I've given a few guys a Facebook link; otherwise, you can just look me up on dudesnude and use the password naked for private pics). I could tell he was a little excited to have actually met the real Will Win, and that made me feel momentarily more important than I really am. He was older, not bad looking, not tall, not overweight, and not a top (or at least not the kind of top that would turn me on), but he was totally cool.
 
I mumbled something about having to get going and he had to go too but I smiled the whole time and was probably chuckling about it all to myself as I turned and continued heading to my train. I wish now that I had asked his profile name but didn't want to run the risk of outing him either. (Hey, if you read this, hit me up! And thank you for not stalking me! lol). I sort of looked at other people differently from that point on, just in case I sparked another reaction of Xtube recognition. lol.... 

What are the odds of this happening anyway? I once bumped into the metrosexual hotness that is Caleb Lane and chatted with him briefly, but he's an international model and he must get that all the time, not just from folks seeing him in my all-time favorite gay-themed short film, "Seeing You in Circles." Has any other regular joe on Xtube or elsewhere ever been recognized in public based on his profile pic?
 
--will

YoMuscleBoii ... I want your babies

You've got to check out this hottie on YouTube called YoMuscleBoii. (His real name is Josh Leyva and you can friend him on Facebook.)
 
Awesome pecs, muscled guns, sculpted abs and stunning looks. And he can act. The video that's my favorite so far is a takeoff on the 5 types of guys who do Instagram. I think it's my favorite because he's shirtless in one of the segments. (His pits are unbelievable.) here's the embed:

If he ever wanted to make a fortune in porn, it's all his. Gay or straight, wouldn't matter. Just hope he's not one of those hotties who isn't hung. Wouldn't mind seeing him bottom for a roomful of raw mammoth black cocks, but would prefer in my fantasy to have him topping me and smothering me in between loads with those sweaty hairy pits... ;-) 

And one more, showcasing his pits, pecs, abs -- and his thrusting abilities. 

1 top, 3 hours, 4 loads

My quasi-boyfriend/breeder texted me the other day and said he'd been saving himself for a multiple-load session with me. I had to work Saturday, but I decided to go for it on Friday night and risk leaking cum during the day at work, which for me meant the possibility of having a wet stain in front of some horny teenage football players who are more savvy than you would believe.
 
So there I was on my knees after midnight Friday, sucking away at the beautiful black boner I call mine. Rob's cock is 8 inches long, thick, wide-brimmed, fat in the middle, and black. His pubes are thick and curly, and I've been practicing my deep-throat skills so I was getting a lot of that brillo up my nostrils. Suddenly he cupped his hands behind my head and started pumping my throat. Rough. I was gagging. He'd back off slightly to let me gulp some air. Then he'd shove it back in. My eyes were watering, and I realized what he was aiming to do.
 
Sure enough, his first load of the night came squirting out, inside my mouth, and he shoved the head of his throbbing boner against my uvula, that punching bag of flesh hanging down over the top of my throat, and made me gulp down his seed whole. I never even tasted it.
 
Without skipping a beat, he had me assume the position over his bed, my body bent in half at the hips with my cheeks upturned for our mutual favorite position of doggie. He slipped his cock in my crack and squeezed out a few more drops of load No. 1 into my slit, then rubbed his cock head up down and got it nice and wet with his sperm. Then he asked if I was ready, I said "fuck me," and he went at it like an animal. Jesus fucking christ, I didn't expect that right away! He hadn't even eaten me out this time, so my hole was super tight and his cock -- still fat from the throat fuck -- hurt like fucking hell. But I had nowhere to run, my knees locked up against the side of the bed, and in a few minutes my hole had gotten ripped out enough to ease the pain.
 
His second load came a lot quicker than I thought it would, and I only knew it was in me when he actually let me know this time. He had told me on the phone he was saving his load all week for me, so I figured out this was what we had in store for a few hours: Him fucking my throat and ass, and me taking whatever he dished out.
 
We took a break after the first anal cum but I was soon sucking his cock and getting it slicked up better for round 3. This time he took his time, spending about 45 minutes fucking me before he gave me a third dose of his cum. I could feel this one leaking out of my shitter as he continued humping, no timeout, and in another hour -- YES, an hour more of plunging in and out of my hole -- he finally gave me a fourth and final fillup.
 
My pussy was wrecked, we were both soaked with sweat, and when I got up to go to the bathroom, I could feel a cool wet line of our combined juices running down the back of my leg. I hopped in the shower and then headed  home, since I had only a few hours to catch some sleep before I had to be at work. I had to cover a football game in the morning, and of course I got to the stadium forgetting I should've probably done something to prevent -- or soak up -- any leakage. Thank god I stayed dry the whole time, but damn, it might've been superhot to be standing in front of some horny teenage manboys with a wet stain on my back door. Wonder if any boys would've given me the all-knowing smirk of approval. ;-)

From a hottie on Xtube

From the "sexual interests" section of Superboy69s' profile on Xtube, reprinted with permission:

"This is what I like to do with a new buddy: I take charge, undress you and get you in bed, slowly I seduce you by kissing you deeply and softly licking the sensitive/ erotic areas around your neck, below your ears, and around your cheeks. Then, as an active top dude -- a fucker -- I pin you down like in a wrestling move, with my legs holding down yours, so that you can't move. I get you on your stomach facing down. My dick is rock hard by now and at its full 7.5 inch length. Superboy hard! I lube-up and my dick throbs and glistens. I align my cock so that my dickhead is right at your anus. I give just enough pressure so that you feel my hard dick slowly penetrate into you. You feel the heat of my cock slowly enter you to my dick's full length. At the same time, I can feel your warmth travel all the way down my shaft to reach my balls. You ask me to grind my dick deeper and deeper into you! Damn! -- this feels so good. I feel strong, virile, maculine with my dick inside you! You want me to unload all the sperm from my balls into you. So, after pumping you for a while, I turn you over on your back and lift your legs up to my shoulders. With my hands holding your shoulders firmly in place, I reenter you. I position the base of my big hard dick so that you feel my shaft right at the bottom of your sensitive bottom hole. I keep on pumping until you feel me squirt a big load of semen through my shaft. In this position you can feel every ejaculation my dick produces and every load of sperm that travels from my balls into you! Fuck yeah!"

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!