Taking Rob raw

A longtime relationship with my favorite fuckbud got kicked up a notch Friday when I finally relented and let him fuck me raw the whole session, spewing seed in me when he came both times. I've known Rob for a few years; we met online, and I quickly became infatuated with his black beauty of a boner... a full 8 inches, probably a little more. Thick, as in wide... it's one of those cocks that isn't necessarily round, nor flat of course, but is shaped for slightly harder entry into a mouth trying to open wider while the jawbone is stretched to the max for deep throating. And he never "pops a boner" per se. That is, it doesn't stand straight up when he's fully hard, but rather points outward, rising up only halfway from its hang-down position, which is perfect once again for some serious, get-on-your-knees and worship-this-cock-with-your-throat service.

The thing I love most about his cock is that it gets thicker/wider about 2/3 of the way up from the base, then tapers off a little toward the head. If you've ever taken a dick like that in your hole, you know what that means... It stretches your hole as it first breaks the plane, then, with your sphincter stretching to accommodate that buldge just past the head, it suddenly tapers off, your sphincter recognizes the difference and your cunt starts to literally suck that cock the rest of the way inside of you. Pure heaven.

But up until now I've always asked Rob to wear a condom. Sure, I'd let him fuck me raw for a few strokes now and then. But after a few poundings, I'd insist he suit up for more. I have always tried to be careful with everyone, and while I have had my cherry popped as far as taking raw dick and load (it was someone I knew and trusted pretty well), I had never done that with Rob despite his pleadings. The last time we'd fucked, in fact, he was almost childish about it, claiming for the first time that he was "allergic" to Latex, something that never seemed to bother him on numerous previous trysts.

But I love his cock. I love how he uses it. I may, in fact, love him. Not sure if it's only lust still, but there are times I cannot get him out of my mind. Then again, maybe it's his cock I'm infatuated with, his cock that I worship from afar, and not actually him.

Anyway, I guess absence makes the heart as well as the hole grow hornier. I e-mailed him early last week, called him after that, and arranged for a Friday get-together. And oh yeah, I told him upfront, "I want to take you raw."

When I got to his place, he was as excited as a little kid at Christmas. He was even more turned on when I pulled the sweater off over my head to reveal my new leather harness. Except for that, we were both naked in no time and I was on my knees in front of Black Beauty after a too-long separation. I started sucking, slurping, sliding my tongue all over it, shoving my tongue tip in his slit, and lapping up those heavy balls of his. Turned out he hadn't touched himself for a couple of days in anticipation of our meeting, so he was carrying two full spermtanks. His sac was pulled up and tight, covered with rich black crinkly folds of skin that felt so sensuous when I ran my tongue across them. And his smell... fuck bro, he was on fire and the musk from his body heat was getting me horned up and high.

But my usual round of sloppy service was cut a little short Friday, and for good reason. He was afraid he was going to shoot his load all over my face and the floor if I continued. So he had me assume our favorite position to start with -- doggy -- and then he got on his knees behind me to commence the key ingredient to his personal repertoire of sexual manuevers.

He rimmed me.

Rob has always been the best I've ever had, and that day was no exception. He shaves his head bald, which in itself is really hot and sexy, but when he knows he's going to fuck, he usually tries to let a little stubble sprout over his head. When he goes to town on an ass, he likes to stop munching for a minute so he can shove his whole head in there, like it was the head of his cock, rubbing and twisting and squirming that fuzzy melon all over my cheeks and as close to my hole as he can possibly get. Talk about a head butt.

Then he lifts his head and shoves his face back in there and continues to tongue-bathe my anus. He gets all my black hairs matted down. He paints the pink parts all around the crinkly folds of my hole. He teases my shitter with the tip of his tongue, occasionally slapping one of his hands on the side of my butt to add a little pain to the pleasure. And finally, he tongue-fucks my chute with one fucking hot strong mouth muscle that goes surprisingly deep inside of me. He knows -- and I have long since learned -- that this is the best way, the only way, to adequately prepare a tight cunt for a phat cock. And he does it so well. In fact, I think if he continued another five minutes in addition to the 10 or 15 that he was spending down there, I would've sprayed his carpet with white goo.

After a couple more spanks on my ass, he was ready. And so was I. While rimming me, I was flexing my hole for him, trying to push it out as much as I could. I've learned from HotPigg this cool bottom trick to push out your hole as the head of your top's cock is starting to push in, and things will go a lot smoother for all parties. With my hole literally dripping wet, Rob would have no trouble at all. And since we were going raw, he used just a minimum amount of lube on his cock. (He usually slobbers it all over the condom and my crack for the benefit of both of us, but not this day.)

I love the feeling of being on the floor like this, palms and knees touching the ground, my head lowered and my ass raised up, feeling the 'ceps on both my arms steel themselves for the onslaught about to occur on my rear flank, and Rob's hands gripping both cheeks of my ass as he navigates this massive bomb toward its target. The moment the slit and the crown make contact is like no other. I let out a sigh and push my sphincter extra hard. Rob lets the head circle around a little, feeling its own way, trying not to use his hands to do the work of gravity and animal magnetism. Then he starts to push inward. The corona of Rob's cock is slightly flared out, making that first breach of my ass ring slightly painful, but then the skin-on-skin glide commences and my sphincter starts expanding to fit his 6-inch-diameter wide spot.

I know he's in me when my ass begins its natural sucking action, drawing the rest of him deeper, until I feel that most amazing of all sensations for any bottom: The nuzzling of fur against my tailbone, or in Rob's case, the brush of his Brillo pad against my whiteboy flesh. God I love this dude's curlies. They are short and thick and stiff and always leave a mark on my heiney afterward. Mostly little indents from where they slammed into my skin over the course of a couple of hours or more, but also a sort of red rash from where they scraped me raw. Just like Brillo.

Rob holds his cock in me to let me adjust. And to let me take another huge hit of poppers. I actually employ my sock trick here, soaking a corner of a gym sock with poppers, rolling it inside the dry part of the cloth, then putting that in my mouth. I inhale deeply through my mouth, and the poppers-soaked sock acts as a sort of filter, bringing popper-laden fumes into my lungs, and thus into my bloodstream, a lot faster and more efficiently than if you try snorting poppers through your nostrils. The key is getting it into your lungs, so why take a longer, more circuitous route?

Anyway, I was poppered up for sure by this time, and Robert took it from there. He pulled back so the wide spot is at my back door again, then he went back in. Backward, forward, back and forth, just like that for a while. Later, he will pull back past the wide spot but not all the way out, then shove it back in past my ring. And still later, he will be exiting my hole completely and ramming it back in full force, when we're both lying flat on his bed, when my hole has been pummeled enough for this brutal form of banging which I absolutely love.

Friday, the sex sounded so different, and sort of felt different, knowing he was not only raw the whole time, but was not going to pull out when he was climaxing. And this friction on our favorite body parts started to work its magic on the climaxing. Because he hadn't shot a load in a few days, and because we were barebacking, it took Rob no time at all to shoot his first load. And it was a gusher. He started panting, in fact, when he came close, and started to give me a few hard ramfucks as he began to spew, finally slamming my ass with one wicked thrust and holding himself inside there while he shot ropes against my walls. There was no mistaking it either. I know you can't really feel wads of cum hitting your insides physically, but you can definitely feel the change in temperature in your ass, and the change in the way that cock is gliding in and out of you.

Rob let that first batch finish, then continued where he left off, never once pulling completely out of my hole. In no time at all, we started hearing the delicious sound of a sloppy hole being squished over and over again by a ramrod cock and a moistened bush. For every thrust from Rob, my arms held me up, and I even pushed back a little so that when my buttocks and his pelvis met, the wet smacking sound of male skin on male skin was loud and unmistakable. We were really fucking now. I almost didn't have to work at it. That harness I was wearing? Rob was ecstatic. He was able to grab onto the closest straps with either one hand or both hands, and just pull me into him as he thrust forward.

I knew once Rob got that first load out of the way, he would go for a long time till the next one, and I would stay right with him. My hole goes numb after a while, it's been stretched open, ripped apart, abused, used and misused, and I love it. I start slamming back harder. We stun ourselves at our countless little impacts. Rob's boner is bigger than ever. Sweat is covering our skin everywhere. Pre is pouring out of my slit but I dare not touch it, I dare not shoot. This, to me, is always about the top. I'm there to take it. To take whatever he dishes out. To me, the turnon is knowing this, picturing what this looks like. Me, the jock boy, on my hands and knees in servitude to a dominant top -- white or black or asian doesn't matter -- seeing how long this stud's cock can go before blowing a final huge load, usually all over my face but today, up my ass.

We change positions a few times, using the nearby couch for starters in a position Rob loves with me leaning against the back of the couch while he's pounding away at my pussy from behind. But we usually end up in his bed, and today is no exception. We were on the floor and couch for roughly an hour when Rob had me stand up, his cock still in my hole, and fucked me standing up for a little while. It was then that I first noticed the sensation of something moist running down my leg. It felt cold almost. Yes, it was used cum. He had finally fucked out his first load as we stood up, and it was starting to form a moist path down the back of my leg. I wouldn't call it a river... I think I'd need to get gangbanged raw for that to happen -- Dawson-wise, LOL -- but it was incredibly hot nonetheless. Some of it was even collecting in Rob's bush, adding a whole new smell to our lovemaking. "How much did you shoot before?" I asked. Rob wasn't sure, but he knew he had a lot more to add soon.

So now it was time for the brutal banging in bed that we both knew would send Rob over the top. I collapsed on the sheets, he collapsed on top of me, then raised his pelvis over my cheeks, aimed his cock for my hole, and started his piston-fucking. Slamming like he's never slammed before. Making a racket with his rickety old bed, forcing out more than a few loud chants of "Oh God" from my lungs, my toes curling from the beating, over and over and over he plunged inside from outside, ripping his bone out of me and leaving a gaping exit wound every time, only to shove it all back inside my cunt when he returned fire. Missing his target on occasion and slamming that fuckstick into my ass cheek or against my balls -- OUCH -- then getting back in the groove and feeling almost soothing, almost like this is what was meant to be, this is heaven, this is perfect.

I have never been much of an art freak, but to me, the most beautiful scene in nature is the male form. Multiply that with two males locked in conjugal bliss, and I think you have as close to the ideal art form as humans can get. Mapplethorpe understood this, and so did others like Tom of Finland. Now make one of those males white and the other black, and it is perfection.

Rob was starting to pant again, so I knew this bliss would end soon. He settled on top of me for the final countdown, humping me from behind but keeping his cock sheathed in my now very sloppy skin-lined chute. He wrapped his arm around my neck and was sucking, licking the back of my sweaty shoulderblades and the nape of my neck. I propped myself up a little bit on my elbows so his other hand could get under my torso, where his thumb and forefinger started playing with one of my tits. He whispered with his lips pressed against my ear those magic words: "Want to cum together?" Fuck yeah, let's do it... So he proceeded to edge while I started humping the sheets underneath me, rubbing my cock back and forth while his big black boner was sitting inside my ass. I could feel the head of my cock slick with precum, so I knew I could do this... but I reached one of my hands down to my crotch to start stroking as best I could, and the first touch of my cock sent tingles through my body.

"Dude, I'm gonna cum."

He picked up the pace again, starting to fuck me a little harder, and all of a sudden I gave him the second-best gift you can give a man: the involuntary spasms of your sphincter wrapped around his cock while you're climaxing a load of cum underneath. Those sensations were enough to unleash the reserve tanks in Rob's sac, and he filled me a second time, this time overflowing my hole, so both us -- and the bed too -- were now bathed in jizz.

Long passionate BB fuck

I hate to overdo it, but I can't resist new videos from that marathon fucker in Germany, Dexter, who today posted a 26-minute raw fuck of his gaping-holed boyfriend. This one is more passionate, and patient, than previous ramfucks by Dex, but it is hot nonetheless. Perhaps even more so for those who love a marathon edging session that culminates in an ass full of load.

You can literally see Dexter's toes curling at various points in the video, especially toward the climax. The simple background, including the bedsheet, and the great camera they use make it all the more beautiful to see a bronzed top pounding away at his white bottom. Dexter's previous video showed us all the sweat he produces when he fucks. More is evident here, leading me to think that aerobics were never more fun than this. He sinks into his boy so deep, you will feel your own toes curling, your own sweat starting to ooze.

And those handcuffs on the bedpost, the poppers on the night stand ... Fuck, man, I want to be this stud's bitch!

If guys were paid for the semen they jacked out, Dexter could boost production to the point where world unemployment was wiped out. Well, maybe I'm getting too worked up. The cum I just sprayed watching this has stuck to my pubes and happy trail, and has glued my T-shirt to my belly. Ouch. Hate when that happens. LOL.

Later, studs.

p.s. The direct link to Dexter's profile on Xtube is here. I want you to go there first and "rate" him 5 stars, then check out all his videos. Thanks!

Dexter does it again

If you've been following along, I raved when a new hot top hit the Xtube airwaves a couple of months ago [see January post in archives].

Well, my bud from Bavaria has done it again... This time a 13+ minute raw rough fuck of his gorgeously willing bottom, mostly shot from the side angle this time, giving you a better idea of how well built Dexter is for serious ramfucking on that couch of his... Enjoy:



P.S. Watching this gives me an idea for a new piece of exercise equipment at my gym: just a variation of an existing machine, really, but one where you crunch your abs while simulating Dexter's awesome ramfucking strokes. You can almost see his abs burning here.

Thanks D. You have proven once again how fucking HOT you really are. Wish I could show folks what you look like: they'd be head over heels for sure. ;-)

Manuevers

I have to hand it to the folks at Fort Troff. They pulled off a pretty cool event last Friday night in a decent space on West 54th Street. They had boxes for guys to store their clothes while changing into their leather gear. Then, going through a curtain, you entered the main room. They had about 15 slings (maybe more) set up side by side, a few fuck benches, even a couple of crosses. They had a bathroom reserved as a piss zone, and two back rooms: The first had about 5 more slings (these were leather), and behind another curtain, a very dark, sultry room for anything goes.

A whole table was filled with cups stuffed with boy butter for lube, and all the condoms you could possibly want for an event like this. (Most of the fucking was raw.) They also had a couple of barrels of bottled water on ice -- a very nice touch.

It took a little while for things to get started, but soon enough, guys were pairing off for some sling action, including a fair number of fistings. The main cross was put to use very early, with guys getting flogged, including one or two who seemed to take it pretty damn hard. You could hear the crack of the whip so to speak all the way into the back back room. And in that back unlit room, guys were gettting sucked and fucked right away.

My first adventure of the night was to suck several guys back there, and at first I was able to kneel on the floor while getting throat fucked. Later on in the night, though, I realized when I went back in there and slipped on the floor that I wasn't going to be kneeling anymore -- the floor was now covered in cum and spit. I know I had some drool myself spill on the floor the last time I was in there getting skullfucked. Luckily I didn't fall. That would've been pretty fucking embarrassing. Not to mention sort of gross. lol.

I know some guys will be upset to hear this but I only got fucked once at the Manuevers. I was fine with that, it being my first real big event like this. I was enjoying myself more from watching other guys going at it in the slings or in the back room, stroking a load out at one point on a guy's chest as he was getting fisted. Besides, at the warmup party on Wednesday in Connecticut, I got fucked 4 times (More on that later) so I was glad to just soak in the scene.

I asked one of the few black dudes at Manuevers if he would fuck me, after I spent a little while sucking his cock. He was about 8 1/2 inches long, decent thickness, and cut. I could taste his pre while sucking him, and I was getting high on the smell of his crotch. When I whispered to him that I wanted him to fuck me, and he readily agreed, I whispered back that I'd prefer to use a condom. No problem, he said.... And I had some in my vest, so we wasted no time.

I know some guys will moan and groan over this, but I think I made the right choice. Especially since, by Monday when I got home, I had come down with a wicked cold which is still bothering me. I sort of forgot how fast cold germs can spread, especially when you're wrestling tongues with multiple guys, sucking cocks that have already been slobbered over by other guys. I'm not upset about the cold or anything, it's just a reminder about how things spread.

Hopping up on the sling, laying back, and having this black adonis feed my feet through the stirrups, I was in heaven. My hole was ready, he slobbered on some boy batter, and in he sank. His girth was a bit more than I thought but I love that. Thicker is always better. I could feel my sphincter wrapped tight around his cock, and that last 3/4 of it were sucked in by my hole. He had a slow method, where he stood still and rocked the sling backward slowly, while his cock slid almost the whole way out, then pulled the sling back toward him, impaling me almost to the hilt. He was able to do this for the longest time, which I absolutely loved.

One guy was able to stand next to me for a short while, but he was up against the curtain to the back back room and was getting bumped now and then so he didn't stay long. It would've been nice to have some cocks to suck but the setup wasn't really conducive to that. I never got the name of my hole puncher but at one point I moaned for him to fuck me harder, and he picked up the pace. I could feel his wiry pubes on my ballsac now, and that sweet, sweet sound I know I'm not alone in worshipping: A sloppy hole (in my case, smothered in boy butter) getting plowed over and over to make the wet, smacking sound of man-to-man sex.

Then, without warning, he leaned way over and starting humping like a maniac. He ran his stubble cheek across mine, then we made out. My ass was feeling so great. It was so awesome to be spread-eagled like that. A few guys watching me take it. The black on white motif I so crave. And then he came, pushing me -- rocking me -- in that sling while he fucked his last drops out. We kissed afterward, and that was that. He helped me get my feet out of the stirrups, and I headed back out into the main room while he headed for the bathroom.

Soaked in sweat from that sultry room, I found a guy whose pit I wanted to lick out, and when he willingly held up his arm for me, he raised mine so he could reciprocate at the same time. I knew he was in heaven: my pits were soaked with sweat. The rest of the night for me was filled with a few more blowjobs, lots of stroking while watching threesomes and even one fourway fuck in the back back room, and chatting up a couple of guys out in the main room near the water barrels.

I will definitely be back, and will clear the decks so I can finally check out the main Black Party on Saturday night, which was held a few blocks over at the Roseland Ballroom. (It would be hot to watch HotPigg in action. He definitely would've been the hit of the party if he were at Manuevers.) A friend has turned me on to some other events in NYC that weekend as well, which the hosts from the warmup party also told me about later. I've even thought about some other events later this year, including Folsom East in NYC. I'll let you all know if it happens.

Black Party week in NYC, etc.

I'll add to this as time allows but just wanted to let you guys know I did attend some Black Party-related events last week and will be posting some experiences from them over the next couple of days.

I started out on Wednesday, St. Patrick's Day, with a warmup sling party held at a house in Connecticut, with many of the guys there planning on going to Black Party events in the city starting Friday. (That's how I got the invite to go to a couple of them.)

Wednesday night was my intro to a real sling party, with about 20 or 25 guys in attendance. It had a leather theme, so it was also my first time doing something like that. Many thanks to all the guys on Dudes Nude, especially Larry, for helping me figure out the leather thing. I bought a vest, armband, wristband, and leather-pouch jockstrap, but wasn't sure about a harness despite a strong recommendation from my bud Larry... At the party Wednesday night, I tried on someone else's harness, and man, I could feel my boner getting better... Even my tits felt like they were popping. I had to get me one of those!

So Friday night before the event I went to in NYC, I stopped in at the Leather Man in the Village and got a nice harness for the evening... I finally felt like this leather gear was for me.

Then it was on to the first event of the weekend: Fort Troff's Manuevers. The guys who had hosted that party on Wednesday had yet another party to go to after that, so they left a little early, but I stayed almost till closing time, which was 4 a.m. This was the "big time" for me so far. It's what I plan to post more about later. In a nutshell: there were about 20 or more slings in the first room, along with a couple of crosses, fuck benches and other things... One of the bathrooms was a piss zone. And the back room had 4 or 5 more slings (with leather pads), and then beyond that, behind a curtain, was the back-back room, where guys were crammed in there, in the dark, bent over to suck or get fucked, making out, chewing on tits, slurping up sweaty pits, slipping on the cum-covered floor, etc. When I say that it was hot, I mean it was really hot, as in sultry. The air was humid with body heat and sweat, plus the aroma that wafted up from all that body heat's effect on leather. Very, very intense.

Because of another commitment, I wasn't able to hang around for Saturday night's major event, the actual Black Party itself, held not far from where the Manuevers were. But I know I'll be back next year, perhaps with one more addition to my leather attire: a pair of chaps.

I wasn't quite sure about chaps until I saw this Adonis of a hot jock stud at the Manuevers walk in wearing nothing but chaps -- no harness -- just a wrist band to let me know we were both bottom boys, and a single thin string of leather tied around his neck and dangling down to his sternum. He was about 6 feet 5 inches tall, making him easy to spot from anywhere in the room. Definitely a jock. His pecs were exquisite, his tits showing signs of having been worked many times before. Defined abs. Nice guns. Beautiful face. Lucious lips. And the chaps... he made my cock melt and my mouth water everytime I saw him from the rear. When he walked by, oozing mansmell, I saw the reason why chaps are so fucking hot: the opening for his back door provided the hottest frame for his perfectly sculpted bubble-like mounds of inviting ass flesh. I decided then and there he was the hottest fucking god in the place that night. It made my heart ache more that he, too, was a bottom... But I got the thrill of the evening when he paired up with a big-cocked top and laid back in a sling to get pounded for a little while, his long chap-covered legs extending way past the hole-puncher as he stood there delivering rabbit-like thrusts very hard and very deep into my boy. I could've cum all over studboy's pretty face.

My own sexploits for this and the previous night will be written up later. For now, though, just wanted to pass along a quick update. I was anxious to see if HotPigg wrote up his adventures from Saturday night at the main event, which he said he was planning to attend. I just saw that he has, in fact, posted a lot on his blog (link above on the right). Just gave it a quick read, and it sounds like the main Black Party was very, very hot, with a few issues that I hope the organizers make note of for next year. I trust HotPigg's opinions on this, so they should take his advice to heart!

Later, studs.

An amazing cumfuck

It's no secret T.I.M. has broken the envelope of raw fuck vids, but the usual lineup of bottoms was getting kind of tiresome there. Especially Dawson. But a short 3-minute clip posted on MaleMotion has me appreciating Dawson a lot more.

This could be the hottest cum fuck ever recorded. (The fact that it focuses on Dawson's cummy hole and not his face helps a lot.) So check this out, and play some fuck music (above) while you watch.

(NOTE: apparently TIM cracked down and had Malemotion remove this vid, so the embed code no longer worked. Instead, I inserted a screen grab from the video. I finally broke down and bought it online, downloading a digital version of the whole movie. But you can always buy just the scene. I think it's like 10 bucks for the scene. The movie is called "Loaded" and the scene is one of the first on Disc 1.)

Swing low, sweet cherry

As most of you know by now, I'm a huge fan of slings -- even though I haven't saved up yet to buy one of my own, and have had limited first-hand experience lying in one to get royally fucked.

But there's still nothing hotter than a fuck vid with a sling, especially if there's a hot bottom getting his hole plundered by a group of big-dicked guys. This vid I saw on MaleMotion by way of BB4BBMen is one of those gems that should have you squirtin' before it's over. Which means it will have a very long shelf life in your porn library.

Would've been an all-time perfect sling fuck vid if there were a long, phat black cock taking his turn, but maybe next time. ;-)