Monday, March 30, 2009


It was a warm weekend. I went out running both days. Nothing happening at the bog out at the beach on Saturday. I decided to check out the park on Saturday night instead.

It was dead when I got there. Within five minutes a guy came and joined me on the bench. We got straight into it. He was a big kisser, pulling on my nipples at the same time. Before long he dropped his jeans and had me working on his dick. It was a good mouthful. I moved from his dick to his mouth to his pits. I murmured something about wanting to taste his arse. He stood up, turned and knelt on the bench so I could push my face into his crack. Five minutes later I stopped to draw breath. He turned and put his tongue down my throat again.

I stripped right off and said I wanted him up my arse. He hauled me onto his lap, rubbered up, pulled me slowly down onto his dick and starting pumping me slowly. Took me a while to get him all the way in - he was a good size, and hard, and I had only spit for lube. I held onto the back of the bench behind him to support myself as I moved up and down on him. He pushed in deeper and harder, chewing my lip at the same time.

He wanted more. He was a big strong guy. He put his arms behind my back and hoisted me up as he stood with his dick still in me. He walked across and lowered my back onto the rail opposite. I swore at him as he bent me over the sharp edge. The rail was cutting right into my back. He carried me back to the bench and started pumping again.

Here's where it got interesting. Another guy turned up. Never really got a good look at him but he was feeling me up as the first guy fucked me. He was really into my arse. I reached behind. He had a fat, hard dick and a muscled torso. I couldn't see much but he had short fair hair and a goatee. I figured he might fuck me raw.

I slid off the first guy, stood up, pushed my arse against goatee and bent over. I slipped the rubber off the first guy and took his dick in my mouth. I took a hit of poppers as goatee rubbed his dick against my arse then slid it in raw. Yeaahh.

Goatee took several deep hits of my poppers and started pumping me as I went down on first guy. More amyl, he was fucking me hard now. I bent further over. Goatee was banging me, pelvis to pelvis.

This went on for a few minutes. Then a different pain. Goatee had several fingers in my arse, he was pushing in and out, hard. Normally I would have told him to fuck off but with the amyl I could take it rougher. He took a few more hits himself before pushing his dick back into me. A few minutes more and the combination of big dicks in my arse and in my mouth got too much. I blew my load. Goatee was still fucking me but after we were interrupted by a passer by I decided I'd had enough. I had been there no more than half an hour.

As the amyl wore off I realised how sore I was from goatee punching my arse. Still sore today but I'll be back in action in a day or two. I'll look out for goatee next time. There was a mean streak in him that was a real turn-on. The idea of getting slapped around while I get skull-fucked or arse-fucked makes me real horny and from those few minutes at the weekend I suspect goatee would be up for it.

Saturday, March 28, 2009


Had a day in Sydney mid-week. I kinda had the urge to do something stupid. That became clear when I was walking along Oxford Street. I passed a guy, 30ish, dirty-blond curls longer at the back, tanned, big hands - the kind of looks you would expect from an in-shape ARL fan. As I walked away from him I had a vivid picture in my mind of having him on the other side of a glory hole, of backing onto his dick, getting royally fucked and taking his load, no questions asked. The feeling stayed with me for the rest of the morning.

By lunchtime I couldn't hold out any longer and headed up to Signal. Not much life there, nor at the other club up the street. There were a few new faces when I went back to Signal an hour later. One guy in shorts and black t-shirt looked me over as I walked around one side of the cubicles. He wasn't pretty but it was a confident stare and he looked as if he knew what he wanted.

I took one of the middle cubicles. Blackshirt took one beside me. His dick was hard when he put it through the glory hole. He was a bit over average length but thick, and hard. I took him in my mouth. He quickly started skull-fucking me. This went on for a few minutes until throat-slime started to form.

That did it. I stood up, dropped my shorts completely, turned round and pushed the head of his dick against my arse. He didn't need persuading. Once the tip was lodged in my hole he pushed steadily until my arse relaxed and he was able to slide it all the way in. I pushed my arse back hard against the partition as he started fucking me, slowly at first then faster and harder. My mind was racing. Taking raw dick through a glory hole is extra high risk: you can't tell the guy not to come, you can't tell when he's going to come. And this was Sydney. But I wanted to keep getting dicked.

I had mentally just about adjusted to the idea I was going to have to take his load when he pulled out and whispered something through the hole. He was asking if I wanted to go to a room. I nodded yes, pulled my shorts back on and followed him along the corridor.

Turned out the guy was American rather than an Aussie. He stripped, pushed me onto my knees and had me suck my arse juice off his dick before getting me to bend over the squab so he could push his dick back into me. When I asked he said he was neg. He fucked me a few minutes from behind then put me on my back so he could do me missionary style. He was a talker, calling me a slut and stuff. His dick stayed rock hard. I could feel every stroke, especially as he lifted the tempo and started banging on every stroke. He had chosen the cubicle with a mirror ceiling so I could watch his fat dick going in and out of my arse.

Eventually he told me I was going to take his cum. A minute later he gasped and stiffened, slowed and then pulled out. I reached down, expecting all his cum would be deep inside me. Nope, there was a slug of it covering my arselips, warm and gluey. I lay there fingering myself as he dressed, slapped me on the arse and left.

I've been thinking about it a lot since. The memory of it makes me horny. Yet it seems even stupider now than it did at the time. There's a good chance any load you take through a glory hole in Signal will be poz, and I can't be confident the guy was telling the truth. After some years of being consistent about not taking loads I can see myself saying fuck it and just taking loads, accepting the risk. Which would be real stupid.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Blogging and fucking

Just lately there seem to be a lot more barebackers on the net telling us about the cum dripping from their arses or the slut they fucked raw last night. Suits me. I love this stuff. I've gone through my links to add new blogs and dump the ones that have died. It's now quite a list. Plenty in here to make my dick hard. But if you spot others you think are worth listing let me know.

Hope you enjoy this blog of mine too. I'm not updating as often as I should. That's because I'm not getting as much dick as I would like. But I'll keep it coming. The story behind it - maybe this is the reason I'm writing it - is the craziness of what I'm doing: taking raw dick, getting the urge to take loads as well, but not wanting to get pozzed. What I'm doing isn't rational, but in the tussle between dick and brain it's my dick that seems to be winning. I've got a bad feeling I know where it's gonna lead. Writing it down is one way of dealing with it. In the meantime if you get your rocks off on it from time to time ... that's fine by me.

Saturday, March 14, 2009


Sunny day today so I went for a run. Checked out the bog at the far end of the beach. Not much action there so I headed back up the ridge to the top of the hill.

I sat myself down in one of the clearings to enjoy the sunshine and see what turned up. First guy to wander along the trail headed straight for me. I'd had him before. Skinny guy, about my age, designer jeans and lots of jewellery. He pulled his dick out of his 'My Lucky Underwear jocks. Not that big and not that hard. But he was looking for a good time and I needed to taste dick. Took about five minutes and he gave me a load.

Course I wanted to get my arse fucked so I hung around for a while to see who else would turn up. Eventually Moby showed up. I still had hot memories of the monster dick and the raw fuck in the park. I went up to him and said I wanted another one of those fucks. I started to grope him, then lifted his shirt and started on his nipple. He looked uncomfortable, and his belly wasn't as tight as what I remembered from the guy in the park. Turned out he wasn't the same dude. Dunno what he was after - he took off. So I'll just need to go back to the park to look for the real Moby.