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...

The feeder's dictate

This contract was posted on the Raw Masculinity blog, and it has made the rounds before that, so I don't have any qualms about sharing it here. Reading it will give you a boner, whether you're a feeder or cocksucker. If the latter, talk it over with your significant others, or keep it in your head next time you're on your knees at a glory hole. Enjoy. — will

As a Cocksucker, I realize my place is between the legs of my Feeder.
As a Cocksucker, I realize my sexual fulfillment depends on the pleasure I give my Feeder and his generosity in allowing me to gain nourishment from him.
As a Cocksucker, I realize my only real sexual organs are my mouth, tongue, and throat.
As a Cocksucker, I realize my only need is to pleasure my Feeder. When I am at my true place between his legs, I HAVE NO NEEDS OTHER THAN THIS.

As a Cocksucker, I solemnly vow, without hesitation or regret to...
• Possess a willing mouth
• Know I belong on my knees in the presence of a true Feeder
• Accept my Feeder's milk, his nourishment, his cum, in any manner my Feeder requires
• Give my Feeder my best, for this is what he deserves for allowing me to nourish myself
• Maintain such focus on his cock and his pleasure that it becomes the center of my universe
• Learn when he needs me to suck, swallow, gag, stroke, and choke without having to tell me
• Know my place in the world and love and embrace being a Cocksucker, as this is the only way I can perform to my Feeders satisfaction
• Make my Feeder moan
• Accept that my Feeder is allowed to say whatever he wants or call me whatever he wants while I am pleasuring him
• Show my addiction and need for my Feeder's cock and cum by begging for it if need be...for a Cocksucker has no pride
• Make my mouth a willing and anxious hole for his nourishing seed
• Wear my Feeder's cum with pride
• Learn every nuance of his cock and what pleasures him the most
• Never bite unless my Feeder desires it
• Surrender to deep throating
• Surrender to face-fucking
• Surrender to multiple cocks or being used
• Never stop until my Feeder is finished with me and truly satisfied
• Be ready for my Feeder at any time, or multiple times.

As a Cocksucker, my sexual identity is tied to the cock of another man. I know that in life I will only achieve fulfillment through the graciousness and charity of my Feeder and hereby vow with all sincerity to service my Feeder to the best of my ability and strive to improve my technique.

The consequences in breaking this contract will result in my spiritual, sexual, and physical starvation...

Fuck music folo

I was down South this past week backpacking with some hiking buds — all in their 30s, all in top shape, some smokin' hot — and it was so fucking hot out at times, some of us hiked shirtless. Add to that scenario the fact that I was sometimes poundin' out the miles with my earbuds screwed in while listening to some of my favorite WFM tunes — Will's Fuck Music (see entry below).

Needless to say I was pitching a tent while hiking through the woods of northern Virginia. But the time to really explore some previously overlooked tunes got me turned on to one I failed to mention below. It's "Time" by Mike Koglin v DJ Uto. I can't remember where the fuck I found this tune (can't seem to find it now on iTunes so it's possible I got it elsewhere) but if you can find a copy, check it out. The runtime is 8:47.

The beat is more appropriate for the dance floor at the white party, but that never stopped me from cranking up a tune like that to get in the mood. And out on the trail the other day, this beat was quickly turning my "feeling a little frisky" titillation to "rape-me-now" horniness.

I would've given anything to get hog tied to a tree and repeatedly rawfucked by just about every one of my hiking companions, over and over till they left me for dead with an oozing gaper. This music can do that to you, and I thank God in a way that all my poppers were back home. Otherwise, well, I could've become one of those wildmen you read about now and then.

But when we finally finished the trip and I got back to my car for the drive home, I went like 80-plus mph hoping to get laid when I returned, no matter how late at night it was. There was nothing going on at BBRT or A4A or elsewhere so my hand had to do the honors, all with my newfound fuck music blasting my eardrums. If I had a camera that worked, my palm would've made a great fuckin photo: It was almost totally covered in cream.

My main fuckbud finally called me back the next day, laughing at the phone message I'd left him... He promises he'll make up for the lack of meat in my ass later this week for what he says will be a true "fuck your brains out" session...

Just goes to prove the power of music. lol.

Banging to the beat of a decadent drummer

A question on a forum at Black Man's Revenge asked what kind of fuck music is appropriate to play while a Big Black Cock bangs the hell out of a willing white bottom. I was pleased to see that one of the responses made a reference to this blog. Thanks!

But then I went to try and find what I'd written about what I call "Fuck Music" and realized it needed updating, so here goes:

My regular BBC top and I have learned to love cranking up certain music while he tries to match his rhythm and strokes with the undulating beat. So you know you need fuck music that's got a heavy, persistent percussion beat to give you the most bang from his bucking.

To top it off, it took me a while but I found a "splitter" cable ... a Y-shaped cable that you plug into your iPod on one end, and the other end has 2 jacks for 2 separate pairs of earphones. That way you can both be listening to the exact same song and have it cranked as high as you like without waking the city block. (Thanks to my bud Larry for turning me onto this nifty device... I found it online finally and I think it was about $20.)

So here's the hottest hits from the playlist that's on my iPod right now for when Robert fucks my hole like he was banging a drum:

My playlist, by the way, is called WFM, for Will's Fuck Music:

FUCK ME HARDER (Thunderpuss Club Mix) by Chris Cox — This was hard to find as I recall but I got it. We hit the replay button for this one so it loops over and over again until Robert has had his fill of my cunt, so to speak. It's a song that was made for manfucking.

CROWD PLEASERS by DJ Mike Garrick Byrne — this song is several different themes strung together rather seamlessly and lasting 55 minutes. We've fucked through this entire piece, however, so it CAN be done!

ALLOW THE DRUMS (DJ Paulo's Collaboration Mix) by DJ Paulo

URBAN PRIMITIVE by M. Arana @Play, Vol. 1 — this is great for a dungeon scene in a sling

HUNG by M. Arana, off of Residue — not as good as Urban Primitive but still dark, dirty

DARK BEAT (DJ Dero Dub Mix) — we've imagined this one for flogging but we're not into that; still, very hot for satanic-like fucking

BREAKAWAY (Bill Bennett's Morning Club Mix) — classic beat for pounding boi pussy

And, in a classical vein, here are just 2 from Led Zeppelin that do the trick for me:

IN THE EVENING (after the slow intro, it kicks into high gear. your ass will be sore after this bros)

CAROUSELAMBRA (no specific, steady beat, just a general fuck your manhole song that only Led Zeppelin could produce)

These are just the hottest on my list... Now I want to hear from other guys what they've got in their fuck music arsenal, so please share below:

Remind you of anyone?

If my fuck bud Robert and I were to ever make a video (he doesn't even like having his picture taken, so don't hold your breath), I would hope it would be as hot as this video, whose lifespan on Xtube may not be long since I suspect it's a professional vid...

In any case, check it out... I think this captures what kind of a fucker Rob is.

Loss, Love, Lust and 3 Lucious Loads

Thursday was a pretty fulfilling day for me in more ways than one. I had the honor of accompanying my best fuck bud to a memorial service for his former lover, who came down with cancer about a year ago and I swear would be alive today if he had decent insurance. (Hear that, Justice Kennedy? Yeah right.)

I was there as Rob's shoulder and at his request. His ex was also black, and the small memorial was at his ex's family's house, and I was the only white person there. And they all knew I was sort of what passes for Rob's current bf. In other words, they all knew Rob is fucking me. Funny thing, though, it didn't make me feel self-conscious at all. Made me feel powerful, actually. Like I was the chosen one, which I guess I am for better or worse.

But I was mainly there for Rob's sake. He took the news pretty hard the week before, and when he first unloaded on me over the phone, he confessed that all he wanted to do was fuck my brains out, right then, that he was horny as hell and needed to fuck rough, raw and relentless (my favorite tagline).

So we agreed out of respect to wait till after the memorial service, and once that wrapped up Thursday around noon, it was back to Rob's place for his final "unloading." He had promised me (and himself more) that he wouldn't touch himself during the five days leading up to the service, and he swore he hadn't. So he had five days of cum built up for the service I was about to give him.

We went straight to his bedroom and threw off our clothes like we were going for a swim on a hot summer day. And even though we were treated to quite a spread at the memorial service, he told me in the car to his apartment that he was still starving — all he wanted to eat was my ass. So without even getting my lips wrapped around his cock like we usually begin, he had me on all fours — a position I would basically stay in for the next hour or so, and then a couple of hours later, I'd be his doggie again for the start of Round 2.

Robert is an expert ass licker and he outdid even himself for 10 or 15 minutes. He munched like there was no tomorrow. I could feel his nose in my cunt as his tongue lapped my perineum, the beginnings of that ridgeline between your crack and nutsac. Then he would dive that talented tongue straight into my hole, swirling it around and even rotating his head from side to side for even more stimulating movement on my tender flesh. The small stubble on his cheeks was having its usual effect on my ass cheeks, and at one point he gave me his trademark head butt where he shoves that sexy bald pate of his as hard as he can against my crack and twists it back and forth, further driving me wild to the point where I'm slamming my palm flat on the floor like I was crying uncle but instead moaning with pleasure like a white bitch.

When he had eaten his full — in other words, when my fuck hole was oozing his spit — he straightened up while still on his knees and slapped his cock on my ass, then slid the head up and down the crack. He doesn't usually emit any pre until I suck him forever, so if he had any precum it was being added to the spit for the only lube I was getting that day. (Round 2 would rely on the ejaculate of Round 1.)

It was showtime. I braced myself with my hands flat against the floor and raised my ass up high the way he loves it, then Robert softly whispered words I rarely if ever hear from him, and I had to close my eyes and stifle the lump in my throat as I grunted the universal male acknowledgment: "Unnnghh."

"You know I love you bro," Rob had said.

After my guttural response, and squelching any sign of emotion, I told him "Yeah, I know."
Then I added: "Now fuck me like you mean it. And you know how I mean it."

That helmeted crown was punching itself like a fist inside my cunt less than a second later and the fuck of a lifetime was under way. That first slam left dent marks in my skin from the brillo pad blacks call a bush and what I call heaven when pressed firmly against my tailbone. His cum-heavy balls slapped my sloppy perineum. My eyes bulged, my grunts turned to "Oh God" and my biceps started bursting as Rob's pent-up emotions poured from every muscle of his body through his cock and straight up my gut. I've never taken a beating like that. It was almost a sexual assault. Rape with love. And I was loving it.

But it was not to last, we are only human after all. Rob came within 10 minutes of this nonstop thrusting, perhaps a record for him. Surprisingly it wasn't a volcano of cum. At least I don't think so. It shot all inside as he held his pelvis flush against my buttocks, and his whole body spasmed as he shook the last ropes out. He stayed inside of me as he leaned over and kissed my sweaty back, then he proceeded to start going in and out all over again, only at a more measured, normal rhythm, one that I kept pace with, meeting his thrusts with my ass each and every time for maximum impact and full penetration, the kind where I feel his head practically banging my stomach. This time, he lasted for quite a while, never getting soft from beginning to end of Session 1, which lasted a little over an hour all together.

It was that second load that flooded my chute and wouldn't stop oozing down my leg. It was so fucking deep inside of me, it was going to take forever, and believe it or not I was scheduled to work that night. (I'm a sportswriter, and was on the sked to do "deskwork" that night.) So I called in sick, lying to my boss over the phone as Rob's DNA was trickling out of me. With the decks cleared, I knew I was getting another round later, but first, we both climbed into bed and had one of those talks that two guys rarely have. I won't go into the details, but Rob let me know how much it meant to have someone he could go to when faced with a great personal loss. (When he first told me about his former lover the week before, it was the first time I'd ever heard him cry.)

We dozed off and slept for almost two hours, then after cleaning up a little we went at it again, me on all fours again, but on the bed this time.

As I drove home that night, I knew it was a good call not to be at work. My pants were wet from leakage, my car seat thank God was still dry, but I could only imagine the situation I would've been in at work had I been seen walking around with cum oozing through my pants.

Ah, the things we do for love.

The strings attached

It's been a while since I've been, for all intents and purposes, in a committed relationship, but I guess that's what I've gotten myself into these past many months with my fuck bud Robert. I long ago stopped writing up every fuck we have and have pretty much ended any and all one-nighters and side trips to things like the Black Party. (Shit, I even totally forgot about it this year, and had more than a few longing twitches down below when I was suddenly reminded of it when I went online Saturday night.)

I've been having a blast with Rob, don't get me wrong. This power top black king knows how to make me squirm with delight with his 8 and a half inch phattie -- in my throat or in my cunt -- "rough, raw and relentless" as my tagline on Xtube proclaims. But with this commitment to another human being comes investment, and it's been cashed in for full value these past couple of days. You see, someone very, very close to Rob died late last week, and I was the guy who had to pick him up, give him a hug over the phone, head to his place with some food, let him talk about it with me in between his tears, and otherwise be there for him while he dealt with the rest of his family and the family of the deceased. I didn't know what to do other than to talk with him. Our usual activity was out of the question, though Rob himself confessed to me when he first told me the news on the phone that all he wanted to do was rape my hole, that somehow that would make him feel better. I know it would've ... hell, it would have made him feel ALIVE. Something I think we all need to feel when something like this happens.

We both got turned on by the thought for about 5 seconds, then thought better of it. Out of respect for his friend, that would not do. So I've been practicing my best bedside manner with him, not my usual bottom-bunk maneuvers, and it occurred to me how much like a relationship this has really become.

Don't worry, he and I vowed after those lustful 5 seconds to make up for lost time like the two horny bastards we are. I will be curious to see if Robert can keep his hands off himself and give me several days worth of steaming hot seed once this is behind him.

I'll not let a drop go to waste.

Blogs getting hotter and hotter

Blogs come and go. It's the times we live in. So when I've got time to cruise around, I love it when I find one that has my cock popping out of my pants and I have to squirt from what I've just read...

I added a couple of new blogs to my "favorites" list off to the side here... One by a male escort (fuck worker) who bangs raw unless he's paid to suit up, the other from a pig bottom (smooth butt) who loves getting banged by older dudes. Both blogs got me off this weekend.

Enjoy.

p.s. got a hot one you follow? share it with me, bro.

3-28: here's one more: rawmasculinity .... HOT!

Weighty matters

Viewing this photo (reblogged from blk/in/white on tumblr), I’m imagining myself on my knees worshipping such an exquisite specimen, and my first physical contact is that moment when I reach out and heft this massive meaty appendage of black male potency, sizing up its length, girth, mass and weight in my inferior palm and feeling my pussy slightly twitch as my brain lustfully, willfully calculates the physics of accommodation necessary for my tight white cunt to be repeatedly raped raw by this black bull cock — moaning, screaming, even fighting — until in the end I am no longer the same person, my hole is left gaping open and my walls are coated with a stranger’s DNA that I can almost taste at the back of my throat.

God I love that moment… I love the physical sensation, the mental stimulation, the sexual anticipation, just from hefting it.

Speaking of BBC

My rendezvous with Robert today reminded me about another new website I've stumbled on, and it's a very addictive destination for white boy bottoms like myself.

It's called Black Man's Revenge, it's free, and it's located at http://blackmansrevenge2.xitti.com/

God, I think my inner slave has found a new venue for expressing itself. I doubt I'll ever go full hog, so to speak, into becoming an actual slave to a Black Dom, but I can still find all the BBC with attitude that I want at Black Man's Revenge. It's a social network for guys like me who worship black cock, and for the Kings who relish and expect such servitude, hence their huge turn-on of an attitude.

There are video links, hot pics, blogs, email mailboxes, a chat room and other features. If you get turned on by Big Black Cock swung by a big black buck, and find it HOT to call him Sir, and accept that he is humankind's superior being, that all white boys are only good for getting fucked by these Kings, then you're going to be right at home on Black Man's Revenge.

Tell them I sent you.

"Packed in" for a wintry weekend, lol

We're expecting a snowstorm tonight, so my fuckbud Robert who makes me service his Big Black Cock came over this afternoon to give me a weekend's worth of black seed. Oozing it out right now.

We got down to business quickly, since he had to get home. In fact, as soon as he walked in the door, i was on my knees getting BBC out of his pants and slurping on it right there in my hallway. We moved only a short distance to the comfy floor of my living room, where we've fucked before, and then stayed there for the next hour or so.

Naked in about a minute we rolled and writhed and rubbed and hugged... it was all so romantic, right? Then in a split second, Robert rose up on his knees, grabbed my legs and flipped me in a wrestling move so I was face down and he was on top of me with his crotch and those brillo curly pubes grinding my cunt crack and tailbone and making me moan like a whore.

He was in me like that. and the pounding began. It hurt this time, since he skipped the rimming, fingering AND the fuckin' lube. Yow. Thank god I had sucked him. But I was as horny as he was and I knew it would slick up fast in my chute. I was not wrong.

He usually only grunts or breathes different when he's ready to cum. Today he was a bit more verbal. Damn that King can fuck. I was squeezing down as hard as I could, and that was all he needed to start flooding me. Yeah, a quickie, but a goodie. Like I said, I am all stocked up for a snowed-in weekend. ;-)