Bareback Pledge

THE BAREBACK PLEDGE

I fully, and on my honor, pledge myself today and hereafter to unrepentant Bareback Sex. I pledge myself completely to fearless pleasure in the exchange of Cum.

I hereby and forever refuse to live in fear and self-denial.

I hereby and forever refuse the delusion of “safe sex.”

If I delight in Bottoming, I commit my mouth and ass to the service of Cocks. I commit to being flooded with as much Seed as is possible, by as many men as possible.

If I delight in Topping, I commit to using other men as my Cumholes, filling their mouths and asses with as much Seed as possible, as often as possible.

I pledge myself to sluttery, wonton sexual abandon, anonymous hookups, gloryholes, gangbangs, orgies, and fuck fests.

Yes, be it known, that I absolutely, and with full intent, commit myself to having as much Bareback sex as possible, as often as possible, with as many men as possible; I pledge myself to making Bareback sex more than a fetish, but a way of life.

I make this pledge fully sane, in radical defiance of the anti-pleasure, "safe sex" delusion I've been taught. And I fully pledge to do my best towards inspiring others to do the same.

From http://cumtemple.org/bareback-pledge/

The Bareback Party at a Bathhouse with a No BB rule

Figure that one out... Right there, in the list of rules at the door. No Barebacking.

And yet, every month, there's a bareback party... Nevermind that the vast majority of the sluts there are taking or giving loads left right and centre. But never as much as they do on the night of the monthly bareback party.

I went last month, and I went all out. I was already tweaked and bred when I arrived at the bath house, as a result of being used all evening up until that point. Just as the tops who were over were packing up to go, I got a text from one of my regulars, an older dude who knew my hole was his just so long as he kept me slammed silly with chems. He was at the bath house and shock of shocks: he had one ready to give me.

So I hurried over to the tubs, got myself a locker, stripped to my jock, and hurried to his room. No sooner was I in than he was prepping me for the point. And it was a big one. My hand was instantly on my soft bottoms cock, and I was begging for this old dude's cock (truth be told, in that state, I couldn't even feel him... He wasn't a big guy).

But he shocked me by telling me to get the fuck out and come back after he'd done his slam and I'd gotten a few fresh loads in my hole. So go I did. And get loads I did. Every guy I walked by looked hot enough to fuck, and I couldn't control myself. I was grabbing dicks to check for huge cocks that might give me a bit of a run for my money; asking guys straight up to fuck me, but only if they were willing to do the job raw and shoot their load inside; and brushed off guys who tried to chat or engage in foreplay, telling them I was too spun chat or bother with jerking off.

Guys divided themselves into a few camps:
- the ones who fucked wrapped - I ran away from them
- the ones who took me then and there... and fucked a load in, either in their room, a dark room, a sling, or tucked away wherever they could... Fucking out in the open is a no-no at this club. After breeding me, I'd jump up and move on to the next, which somehow surprised some of the guys who had just fucked me fresh off a previous top's cock.
- then there were the ones who knew me and knew how quickly I could work out their load, who opted to leave me till the end of their night. They wanted to get their play in with everyone else before I greedily got their seed and forced them to run home, tired and spent.
- the one black guy who wouldn't leave me alone for 30 minutes because I couldn't understand why I would say no to him, even though I clearly told him I never fuck wrapped. He thought he was God's gift to man, with his body and massive cock, and couldn't get why I was giving him a pass.

Couples/trios of guys kept grabbing me and pulling me back to the public sling to take turns on me, and my hole kept getting sloppier and sloppier as the night progressed. Finally, on hot black stud grabbed me and threw me onto a fuck bench and went to town... When he pulled out briefly, cum exploded out of my hole, all over me, the floor, and the top. Somehow, this disgusted him--even though I could tell by tasting it that there was nothing but cum in there, not even piss... He ran off. I followed moments later, leaving a puddle of random DNA on the floor for some greedy cum-eater to lick up.

Eventually, I made my way back to buddy's room and took a couple of his loads. In the end, I was too tweaked to keep track of how many loads I took... I know it was a lot, probably up around 20, but honestly, I was so out of my skull that it felt like days passed in the course of a couple of hours. I wish someone had been keeping a tally. I love how top feel like I'm theirs to use when I'm in that chemmed up state. No one asked for my hole—they took it. No one warned me they were coming, or cared if I could feel one more load in my already sloppy hole. It was all about their cocks, their release. I left the bath house, near the end of my time, with as much cum as I could manage to retain in my hole, and with a cock that hadn't been touched all night... Horny as I was when I arrived, if not hornier.

And somehow, my hole was good as new when, on my way home, I managed to find a quick pump and dump. To this day, I haven't been able to find a number of tops/time spent getting fucked/size of dick that wears me out  and leaves me needing some time off from sex. And thank God for that.

My new love: the sketchiest bath house in town.

There's one bath house in town that is leagues sketchier than the rest. It's dark--not just in the dark area, but throughout--so I can't really make out who's who at the best of times. At the back, there's a pitch black area. You can fuck ANYWHERE, not of this hiding away in a room. And it caters to a much dirtier, piggier crowd than the more popular bathes.

A while back, I had a very frustrating night at the most popular bath house in town... It felt like I spent the whole night fending off condoms, while quite spun on party favours and in dire need of a series of good fucks and loads in the sling room I'd rented. This has been a problem since my favourite, Montreal-style (aka piggy) bath house closed a few years back, but it seemed so much worse that night... oh, and it's worth noting that barebacking is TECHNICALLY against the rules at this fine institution, but.... they have monthly bareback parties, so... figure that one out.

After a few weeks off the bathes altogether, I decided over Easter weekend that I needed a good night of random anonymous fun, so I pointed myself silly and headed off to the dirtiest bath house in town. Actually, first at stopped at a buddy's condo where he stripped me naked and fucked me in a stairwell. He's so hot, but I'm always amazed we don't get caught--at one point, we were fucking right out in the hallway, near peoples' doors.

Anyway, I got to the bath house, got myself a locker (remember--you can fuck anywhere, so why bother with a room?) and rid myself of everything except my jock. Didn't bother wearing contacts or glasses. Started wandering around, hitting on everything with a cock. First guy was a bottom. Second guy knew me, and knew he wanted to have some fun before he blew his load in me, so he'd track me down later... A few steps later, I was in the pitch-black area at the back. I heard some guys slurping on cocks..... I followed the sounds, and when nearby, bent over against the wall, as obviously as I could, and waited for cock.

Within a minute or two, it began, and a couple of cocks took their turns pounding me. After things slowed down a bit there, with a few loads of completely anonymous cum in my hole, I started to wander... and found myself bent over at a glory hole, in full view of everyone in the main porn area, getting fucked through the hole by yet another anonymous fellow.

I'd gone into the night thinking I'd be the youngest guy there by far, that I'd have a good-sized pool of dirty old men to be used by, and that it would only be hot in the really slutty way that you enjoy when you're chemmed up. But I was wrong. Yeah, there were the old farts, but there were also some really hot, younger guys. Some of the bottoms trying to do exactly the same thing I was, of course, but not all. Seems I'm not the only one who was seeking a piggier place to play than the mainstream.

Kept going like this in the sex maze area, some guys' rooms, back to the dark room. Had some great encounters--"We've fucked before, haven't we?"--and--"I know I know you from a sex party, but I can't remember anything else... anyway, I'm leaving for another bath house to meet a buddy, you should come!"... (still have no clue who that was, but he was really hot). Until about 6am, when a twink asked to borrow my phone. His was dead and he needed to text his friend. A really hot, hung top.

A little while later, there were only maybe 9 people left in the place in total, and I seemed to be the only bottom. So I had my pick of the litter. After a few little bouts of fun with other guys, I walked up to the hot, hung top guy, who was just sitting watching porn, and asked if he wanted to fuck. He dragged me into the sauna and bent me over. Fucking nice, man... I've seen this guy elsewhere, and when he has options, I wouldn't be his first pick, but horny, probably high, and at the bathes watching porn? You go with the options available. And then it turns out that option (me) actually has a fucking stellar ass... He ended up fucking me for as long as we could handle in the sauna, then out in the open in the showers (the only well-light area of the place) with an audience, and then back in the sauna.

By the end of the night, I'd gotten at least 10 loads, mostly from guys I hadn't actually seen, and now this hot young top is texting me to tell me when he's heading to the bathes, in case he might bump into me....

The next day, in another slammed up state, after my friend finished with my hole (2 loads), I went to the local sex maze for the first time, where I was almost immediately led to the very back, very dark area, bent over, and left with 8 guys' loads. Again, too dark for me to see, just felt the big cocks fucking me one after the other. Which puts me up around 20 loads for the weekend... To think that used to be an impressive number, back in Dawson's early days :)

Why can't guys resist a cummy hole?

Guys can't resist a cum-filled hole. If there's one thing I've learned in my decade of being a cumdump, it's that. And I love it.

Last weekend, after taking a couple of loads from a buddy and his friend, I flipped on Grindr to see what else was around before I hit the sack. The first tops had made sure to get me pretty spun, so I was getting straight to the point with guys near me. First target: a guy who lives nearby and is always wanting my hole, cummy or not. So when I wrote him "Come fuck my cummy hole", a "be there in 5" was no surprise. That was efficient.

I unlocked the door and stuck my jockstrapped ass in the air, ready for him. No need for lube... More than enough cum in me already for that. My buddy came in, stripped, and started fucking me. He doesn't fuck a lot of raw ass--I'm his first and only regular cumdump... I'm sure he could find others, but  I'm keeping that to myself, so that he keeps chasing my hole every time he needs to get off.

He was sober and turned on, and so managed to blow a nice big load in less than 5 minutes. I fucking love how quickly I can milk a load out of a sober cock. And I fucking love how those quick, cummy pump-and-dumps leave the bottom satisfied and drained, and the bottom horny and in need of more. And I love how embarrassed a lot of tops are at how they can't help but shoot within moments of getting inside me, after asking if I'll even be able to handle their cock. (They don't understand how much their idea of 'huge' and mine differ...)

Anyway, he dumped in me, and as he was getting dressed, I noticed a hot twink on Grindr that I'd never played with before, 500m away. "Just took a fresh load 2 minutes. 3 in me total. Want to see how your cock feels in that cummy hole?"

Dude I've never met, and his first question is for my address. Hot. He arrived 5 minutes later, again, to an unlocked door and me in a jockstrap. Again, no need to do anything to help him get hard... Who knows if he's ever fucked a spermy ass before. I could be his first, or he may fuck sluts like me all the time and just need some release really badly. And maybe 3 minutes later, he got it. "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum soon if I don't slow down"... I always beg them not to, and do everything I can to work out that massive, noisy, out-of-control orgasm that guys only get from cumming directly inside a raw hole.

And shoot he did. But I wasn't done. "Wow man, you must have loved that... you came soooo fast. Think you've got another one in you for me?", and then I started sucking the dick he had just pulled out of my cumhole. He was definitely into that, and without even a real break, he was back in my ass...  Before too long, I got my 5th load of the night and he was fully drained. Anyone would have seen all that wound-up pigginess release, and as soon as he pulled out, he got his clothes back on in the blink of an eye, and was out the door.

We didn't bother with names, and he left in a hurry. But I'd bet that before long, I'll start seeing messages from him online asking if I have any cum in me yet. Because he needs to shoot a load. But he'll only come near my hole if someone else fills me first. And he's nowhere near the only one.

2012: The Year I Started Counting

Two things led me to create my new year's resolution this year:
1. A few years ago, a fellow cumslut told me that he and his buddy kept track of their counts and competed.
2. Last year, a friend asked how many guys I'd slept with. I had no clue, but I knew my number for a single year, or possibly even a single month (if you pick one of my busier ones), would be far greater than his life-to-date number. So I deflected the question, and after thinking about it some more later on, realized there would be absolutely no way I could ever even begin to guess at my number for the past.

But maybe I should keep track of things going forward?

Keeping track of the number of men I sleep with (let's be more honest: get fucked by) going forward is almost as hard to keep track of as it is for the past--a lot of guys come back for more, sometimes I fuck in dark rooms or glory holes and can't see who it is, and sometimes I just plain forget.

Loads, however, I can keep track of. It's always on my mind while I'm in the middle of a fuckfest, thinking about how much seed guys have shot deep in my hole, and how many more guys I need to work my magic on before I set a new daily record. Nevermind that I really fucking love cum. I love that my hole can bring a guy to orgasm, and I love that they blow their sperm deep inside me in return. I love each load lubes me up for the next guy, and I love how sloppy I get after a certain number of cumshots. And I love licking the cum off a guy's cock after it comes out of my ass, or off my finger, after I reach down to stop a drip in its tracks after the party's over and I'm sitting around the house.

So load tracking seemed like a really hot idea.

Now, at some point I figured out that I take, an average of AT LEAST a load a day--sometimes much more, because there are spurts where I fuck daily (spring fever, summer, and sometimes into the fall), but there are also periods where I'll take 10 loads in a night and then take a few days off. So I'm guessing I take at least 365 loads a year, and probably quite a few more.

Well, 1/12th of the way through the year and my count is low.

New Year's Day, I extended the party and spent the afternoon evening, through the early morning, at the local bath house, where I managed to collect 10 loads. Not a record, but most people probably can't say they've had that much cum from so many different guys in them all at once (9 guys). The night of the second, a guy I'd met earlier who hadn't really impressed me was asking me for another go and I was horny, so I said yes... another two loads. Then nothing until the 15th, when I got a single load after spending the bulk of the day with a couple of tops who barely ended up even fucking me (or anyone), and then, on my walk home, deciding to let an older, bigger guy try his hand at whoring me out... It was actually a hot time, blindfolded and tied up, but it was also the coldest night of the year, so the host's was the only load I got.

When I got home, I fucked myself with an 11" dildo on a cam site and drew a sizable audience. That was probably the highlight of that session.

Now, fastforward three weeks: NO SEX. FOR THREE WEEKS. And note: not because it wasn't available. I had guys texting me asking me to come give their buddy who was in town for the weekend a memorable trip, or whatever. But for three weeks, I just didn't respond. Two weeks is bad, but two, followed by crappy sex, followed by three? Was 2012 actually going to be the year where I took a more normal amount of loads? Well...

I kinda doubt it. Got tag-teamed early this morning, followed by a quick one-on-one loads from hot bottoms--because I have this tendency to turn bottoms into tops when I'm in need of cock, and I have a group set up for tomorrow morning, with a guy who is really, really eager, so... things seem to be getting back to normal. Now I just need to make up for an unusually slow start of the year.

Early starters: nothing hotter

Just got in from a long and largely uneventful night at a bath house I'm pretty certain I'll never bother going back to, unless there a very special reason (like, say, a really hot fuckbud wants me to go with him). I felt like I was on condom patrol all night and fighting an uphill battle. The handful of good times didn't really make up for the crap... oh, and I only managed to get 1 load.

But instead of complaining, I'll re-tell a really, really hot scenario that you haven't heard about yet. I was over at a buddy's, looking to get a group going. Out of the blue, on Grindr, this 21 year old messages me telling me he's a bareback top.

This is basically the biggest turn on ever. Normally, I like playing with guys around my age or older... often much older. Guys whose sex life has the same, ermmm, rapid velocity as mine but a fifteen year headstart? Yeah, they know what they're doing. Whereas I find a lot of twinks haven't really got their technique down and the whole thing because a race to the load. Not that that's necessarily a bad thing...

But a 21 year old who is already a bareback pig? HOT! HOT HOT HOT! Of course, they know they're hot shit (especially ones with huge cocks) and that guys will do a lot of things to get them in bed.

Now, this particular twinkpig isn't (yet) into group... But we already had another guy over at my buddy's and I definitely wanted their cocks. So I didn't want to risk bailing... but it turns out the idea of fucking a hole filled with twink cum was pretty appealing, so they WANTED me to go get it. How perfect was this? Oh, and he lived around the corner!

He wanted to fuck outside.... and I never say no to that. However, this was definitely the most public setting I've ever taken a load in... well-lit, some car traffic, surrounded by condos on all sides... In fact, before he came out, he made me put my bare ass on show while he watch from his condo window (and lord knows who else saw).

Of course, being 21 and, in all honesty, likely never having thought I'd actually agree to his fantasy, he came in no time flat... which sucks, but the big load made up for it. It was the sweetest cum I'd ever tasted (yeah, I stuck a finger in my hole and tested it out while I was walking back to my buddy's, obviously). And my buddy and the third we'd invited over couldn't get enough of it. He kept pulling his cock out to get a taste of that sweet twinkcum. And loved that warm, cum-filled hole so much he gave me a pretty fucking impressive pounding followed by a nice big load, followed by the same thing from the third guy.

I need more nights like this and fewer nights where guys think I won't notice that they've snuck on a condom.

And so it begins

I'm a cum-addicted, gangbang-oriented, loves-to-be-watched submissive bareback bottom whore with what seems to be a magical hole.

Not a new development--I've been building up to this since I first got fucked and realized that condoms fucked it all up. Since I moved to the big city about 8 years ago, I gave up any illusions of being a nice boy and started taking any cock that wanted to unload in me. And it turns out that typically, once a guy does that, he's hooked and keeps coming back for more. So at this point, you can imagine that I get fucked a little more often than the average bottom.

One night at the bath house, I was chatting with another cumslut who told me he likes to track how many loads he takes each year. That same night, a top asked me if I remembered him WHILE he was fucking me. I decided while keeping track of every load is probably unrealistic, having some way to keep track of my adventures might be fun for me and enjoyable for all the guys out there who'd rather read about a slut than be one himself.

So while I wait for my 21 year old top with a big thick 9" cock to arrive to cap up 24+ hours of cum-filled fun, I set up this blog.  He'll be here any minute, so I should finish getting ready. Need more to read? I quite like this post about why at least this one guy would love to date a bareback bottom whore.