fingers

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.

dumbfuck

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.

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.

MLU

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.

Load

I've been travelling. Had a night in the big city on the way back. Ended up at one of the clubs.

I didn't know what to make of it early on. Not a lot of guys there but most of them were too old or too heavy for me. Some like me in jeans but a lot were wearing towels. I just watched the action for the first hour and there wasn't much to watch.

Eventually things started to warm up. Early on there was a black guy who was making eyes at me. He was short with a big belly and I decided to keep moving. Later on in the evening he dropped the towel and was walking around waving a fat piece of meat in front of him. The pig in me took charge. I copped a feel then dropped to my knees and sucked him in. He grunted with pleasure as I worked his tool, leaning over my back and playing with my hole as I sucked him. After a few minutes he pulled me over to a cubicle, turned me round and rubbed his dick up my arse crack. I bent over and helped him in, telling him not to cum in me. It felt good to start with. But soon he started holding his dick with his fist as he fucked me. Dunno why - to help him stay hard? Whatever the reason it meant I was only getting an inch or two of his meat.

I eventually slid off him and went down on a latino guy standing behind him. Latino was real friendly, big smile, held me tight, put his tongue down my throat and played with my arse. We made out for a few minutes before he turned me round and rubbed his dick up my crack. I bent over as he slipped it in. Hot. He fucked me for a few minutes but other guys started pestering us. I told chico we needed to go upstairs.

Up on the platform we both stripped and got down to it. He was real tactile, hands and tongue everywhere, then spanking my arse before he pushed his dick back into me. He started slow but then lifted the pace. Eventually he was banging me doggy style while I kept hitting the poppers. He said he was going to come. Fuck. He said earlier he was neg but in this place it was stupid to trust anyone. I told him to keep going. he banged me even harder. A minute later he grabbed me by the pelvis, pulled my arse toward him and called out as he spasmed inside me.

After a minute I slid off him, turned and went down on him. His dick was still semi-hard and still slimy with jizz and arse juice. My arse was sore and throbbing but my dick was hard. I jacked myself for a minute as I sucked him and then blew on the squab. We lay there for half an hour catching our breath and talking. Turned out he was from somewhere in the Middle East, not south of the border (for some reason that disappointed me). We compared notes on Berlin and Zurich before I called it a night and headed off with a load up my arse.

Khaled

This was a classic case of dick ruling brain.

The guy has been around for years. He must be in his 50s. I think he's Iraqi. In fact I suspect he's the brother of the Iraqi I used to blow in the toilets on main street years ago before they flattened them. They have the same big dark smooth dick, though the brother is a bit thinner and seems paranoid. I guess if you came from Saddam's Iraq that's not a surprise.

I've called him Khaled because that was the label on his tightey whiteys today. The ones with serious skid marks. He sticks in my memory because he was the first raw sex I had in the safe sex era. This must be nearly ten years ago. He hit on me up the top of the hill one afternoon. He wanted to fuck me raw and I wouldn't let him. He was insistent he wanted a fuck so instead he backed on to me, raw. I tried to stop him but he was real pushy. Afterwards I was convinced I was going to die.

I've seen him up there a few times since. Each time I try to stay away from him. One time a few years he persuaded me to fuck him again, raw of course. I did but my dick came out covered in soft yellow shit. I stayed away from him after that.

When he saw me up there today I took off in the other direction. About half an hour later he found me under a pine tree with my finger up my arse. He came down, undid his belt, faced me, pulled down his Khaleds and pulled out his dick. Trouble is, I'm a slut, I had already spent two hours looking for dick, and he looked like the only option. Plus he has a really fine piece of meat: dark, fat, hard, with soft skin on the outside and a downward curve. And he is a lecherous pushy fucker who knows from other times that my dick rules my brain.

He waved his dick in my face. I leant forward and sucked. He pushed it in, enjoyed me sucking it for a few minutes, then pushed it right down my throat. With the downward curve I was able to deepthroat him in spite of the size. And needless to say my dick got hard - being choked seems to be as effective as having my tits pulled.

Of course he wanted more. He pulled me to my feet and turned me round. I took my shorts right off, took a hit of poppers and backed up against his dick. I told him not to come in my arse. His muscles feel ok but since he always insists on fucking raw I've gotta assume he's poz.

He pushed all the way in and starting crooning in his Arab accent about my hot white arse. He had his arms round my waist. He had a tattoo in Arabic script inside one forearm. He pushed in and out harder and faster. It was all over in a couple of minutes he suddenly pulled out, turned and blew over the clay. I knelt down, sucked the rest of the jizz off his dick and blew my load between his legs. I sat back down against the tree and pulled my shorts back on.

The best part? He then stood side on to me and pissed all over the clay where we had both just blown our loads. He was putting on a show: he spread it around as if he was watering the garden. Sorta like he was making me his bitch, though he didn't go as far as pissing on my leg. I ignored him but I was sitting there thinking privately what it would be like to have him hose all over me. With his big dick he was a copious pisser, which always turns me on, and on the warm clay it bubbled and frothed in front of me. If I hadn't just blown my load I would have been kneeling in front of him taking it all over my face.

So there you are. Taking this guy up my arse raw is real stupid - he's gotta be one of the riskiest fucks in this town. I'm always determined not to let him in my arse. And yet more often than not he gets in there anyway. There's a lesson in there somewhere.

PS No sign of Moby up there this afternoon. But I'm sure he'll turn up one day. Still haven't managed to hook up again with Jono. He must work strange hours because whenever he messages me wanting to hook up it's a few hours before dawn. I'll keep trying. I want his arse.

Moby

Saturday night was mild and still. I decided to check out the park.

I started with the dude on the park bench on the other side of the bridge. Funny kind of guy: he never spoke, just gave a strange laugh when I said things to him. Maybe he was deaf or mute.

He was surely well equipped. He had a long hard dick and he was happy for me to go down on him. Which I did. I slobbered over him, tried to deep throat him, tried to get my tongue under his balls to get a taste of his arse. Somehow it all ended up a bit one-sided. He just sat there while I chewed his dick. He was enjoying it but he wouldn't drop his pants so I could eat his arse, he wasn't so into it that he would skull fuck me.

Relief turned up. I looked around to find another dude at the other end of the bench. There was another slut that already had the dude's dick out chewing on it. I took a look. The dude was hot, big guy, good body, in charge. And a piece of meat that was really something special. The slut was all over it. I grabbed a feel. About the same length as the dude I had been blowing, but much thicker and real hard. Santa had arrived late but he had sure delivered.

Let's call him Moby. The little slut knelt there slobbering all over Moby's tool. Before long he did the natural thing, turned round, dropped his shorts and sat down on it. Raw. He whimpered as it went in. I'm sure he was pretending: that arse would take two fists and still have room for a foot. But he liked it. He bounced up and down on it. I gave away the dude and concentrated on Moby instead. Chewed his nipples, stuck my tongue down his throat, shared my amyl, moved my hand all over his torso while slut, with his back to us, moved up and down moaning like a bitch.

This went on for some time. Slut eventually climbed off. Not sure why. Who cares. I dived in. Put Moby's dick straight into my mouth. So that's what slut's arse tastes like. No taste of shit, but a sort of metallic tang to it. I blew him for a couple of minutes. But it was clear where this was heading.

I stood between Moby's legs, back to him, dropped my jeans and pressed the head of his dick against my pucker. Took a while to get in. I had put a finger of vaseline in there before I set out but this boy was hung. I got all the head in, then climbed off and restarted. Eventually I got him in all the way. Faaarck. Raw meat. Big hard fat raw meat. In the park. After midnight.

Moby grabbed my tits and pulled me down onto him. I leaned around and put my tongue down his throat. Then we got into it. I started slow, sitting all the way down then lifting up to the point where his head was just starting to slip out. He dick stayed big and hard, so every time I sat all the way down on him there was that ache around the prostate. And then the hungry empty feeling as you pull almost all the way off.

My arse was demanding more. I shifted from slow sliding up and down to bouncing on him hard and fast while I took hit after hit of the amyl. My dick was standing up straight. in another couple of minutes I blew my load. I slowly climbed off him, my knees weak and wobbly, and sat back on the bench alongside him.

Slut moved in. This time it was for real. He sucked Moby's dick to get a taste of my arse juices. Then he pulled his shorts all the way off and climbed on, this time facing Moby. To give him his due he may have had a few wrinkles but he sure had good knees. And Moby liked what he was getting. They made out while slut wrapped his arms round Moby's neck and bounced his arse up and down on his dick. This went on for maybe 10 minutes until they both starting moaning and jerking. Slut got Moby's load.

As slut put himself back together Moby pulled up his jeans and headed off down the bottom track. I followed slowly on the top track, expecting I might see where he went. He moved fast, maybe not wanting to be followed or spotted. He had disappeared before I got to the road, though I thought I saw him outside the city housing block. Hmmm. A lot of guys there are on welfare, some maybe cos they've got the virus. Anyhow, I went home with my arse happy.

The following day I was up the top of the hill in the sunshine. There was a hot looking dude there reading. Later our paths crossed further down the hill. Looking back I saw his face from a different angle and realised it was Moby. I'd never seen him before. He looked different in daylight, not much hair, but still hot. He showed no sign of interest in me: maybe I looked older in daylight, maybe he's not into repeat fucks. But I'll keep an eye out for him. I want to feel that dick in my arse again.