Cumdump becomes Sauna Slut

Alright guys,

In light of the recent problems i've encountered, i've done my research, thoroughly tested it out, and am pleased to announce that it works!

So, from this point forth, it's all change... well, not that much really - i'm getting carried away in the moment.

Basically the blog is now called Confessions Of A Bareback Sauna Slut, and the address is:

http://confessionsofabarebacksaunaslut.blogspot.com

You can contact me via email, at confessionsofabarebacksaunaslut@yahoo.co.uk please note that this too has changed from the other address of cumdump.

I intend to try and set up a forward so that anyone messages to my old address, get sent to the new one.

But anyway, there we go. We're back in action. I've removed the increased security settings so that all can now view it openly, and will see how we get on. Fingers crossed this is the end of the Defcon 5 alert, and I can get back to what i do best.... being a slut.

Houston we have a problem.

Ok guys,

Those of you lucky enough to be reading this will now understand why the permissions have been changed, please can you pass word around to those who still cant get access to the blog... i do hope to rectfify the problem as soon as possible.

Basically my parents found out about this blog, and got hold of the address, so i had to rush to take it offline before they could log in and see what it was all about. I think i succeeded in my quest to do so, and have now palmed the mess in the spare room at a house i used to use (cant give full details without identifying myself and other people...), off onto an old friend whom was evicted last week.

The problem i now have is that if i allow all to get access, i can be identified, and my parents are sure to go mental with me. Not good. So i have three choices as I see it.

1) Remove all my photos and make it so that I can not be indentified from ANY of the posts in the blog.

2) Change the blog address, and hope that if my parents do enter the old address, it wont re-direct them to the new one. This will allow me to keep the posts as they stand, and all the pictures on the site.

3) The final, and least favorite, yet more secure option, leave the blog as it stands, but make it access via request only. As it is right now basically. Guys will have to email me for permission to access the blog. Only when i've vetted them etc, do i give it. Not ideal, and i'm sure my fan base would suffer massively if i went this route, so at the moment, this is least least favorite.

Until i reach some solution, please keep telling those folks who are wondering where its gone what has happened. I do want people to keep checking back, as i will be updating it as often as i can. Also, similarly, if anyone out there has any solutions which i havent thought of to this pickle, i'm all ears.

Thanks for your patience guys, i hope to resume normal service in the not too distant future!

Josh x

Weekend of sauna raunch! Saturday Afternoon - Bears Day!

So, as I was saying in my previous post, in the haze of poppers, drink and raw lust, I accidentally left my phone at the sauna and decided to go back for it on Saturday.. I think my hole had made the sub-conscious decision to go - knowing that it was Bear Day. I awoke at 9.30am, only 3 hours after I'd gone to bed, and immediately showered, got changed, and left the house. I went to the bank down the road, got some cash out, and then hopped on the Blue Line bus route to the rail station.. Arriving just in time to get the 11.28 Manchester Airport trains, which stops at Leeds, I jumped on the train, and settled down for the trip. Upon pulling into Leeds, I got the bus from the station to the sauna. I walked in, and asked the guy on reception (5'10, nice torso, wearing a vest, with a big scorpion tattoo on his bicep) about my phone, he smiled, handed it to me, and said; "Some interesting contacts in there kidda!" I looked puzzled, although I knew exactly what he was talking about; in my phone, all my bareback contacts are listed with a "BB" prefix, and they're named such as "BB Big raw cock" or "BB poz fukka". I smiled at the guy, and in an innocent smirk replied; "I don't know what you mean?" and winked as I turned to head to the locker room. I quickly removed my clothing, put it in the locker, grabbed my poppers, then made my way to the computers... upon arriving there, I quickly set each of them to my blog - in particular the post I had made about my being at the sauna... This duty done, I made my way to my favourite place in the complex, the sling room in the cruising maze. As I had done the other night, I folded my towel up and tied it over my eyes as a blindfold, settled into the sling, then swung, so that I could gently nudge the door wide open; allowing all who walked past a clear view into the room and my smooth hole waiting to be bred. And I waited. The place was heaving with bears of all shapes and sizes, some muscle bound guys, other lads who were just a bit overweight. All looked like filthy dirty bastards, and a few had bio hazard tattoos on their arms and torsos..... so I was hoping that today was going to be a good day. I didn't have to wait long. A lad walked in, and as with the other day, the first indication I had that I had company was when the room fell quieter than it was with the door open, and the sound of heavy breathing was all I could hear. The guy grabbed some lube, fingered it into my hole, then stuffed his cock right in without pause. It hurt like fuck! I gasped in pain, and then proceeded to take a huge hit on the poppers, and commence deep breathing to quell the pain. Whilst I did this, the top didn't cease... I pounded my hole with vengeance. I lay back in the sling, the poppers now swimming through my brain, and settled in for what I hoped would be my first of many dirty loads that day. He lasted only 5 mins before he slapped his cock into me one final time, and shot his load up me. When he pulled out, he asked me to push it out, I obliged, and thankfully, he had read my mind.... he scooped it up, and smeared it over my hole so that other guys who walked in could see that I had spunk glistening in and around my rosebud, and know I was in for the seed. The chap left and I was once again on my own in the sling. The hard house music pumping throughout the complex, and the gentle swaying motion of the sling, beginning to play tricks with my mind... for once again, in the star lit darkness afforded by the towel/blindfold, I started seeing guys with pot bellies, sunken cheeks, biohazard logos and scorpions... I don't know what this means, but I have my own thoughts on it. It's my inner demons telling me what I really need. What I really want.... either way, I'm sure I'll get it sooner or later. The room fell quiet again. But I felt no one around me, nor heard a thing. Until in the darkness, a voice gruffly said "Go on, give it to him..." "Yeah, shall I give it to him good?" Hold on, there were two of them in the room. I hadn't expected that. Before long, two pairs of fingers were in my hole, fingering my innards and working my hole looser. I reached down and felt a nice thick dick by my hole, and picked it up and directed it toward my hole. He took the hint, and pushed it into me, not stopping until his balls were pressed firmly against my smooth buttocks. The other guy moved around to my side, and begun spreading my cheeks apart even more than they already were, probably allowing him an excellent view of his mates raw cock penetrating my cummy hole. After a few minutes, they swapped places, the top pulled out, and the other guy entered me. Again, raw... no thoughts or conversation about condoms - just the way I love it. This second guy was about 8" long, and thin... meaning he managed to slide it right the way in, so deep I felt I was going to cum there and then. He slid it out of me, then plunged it back in. then again, and again... I groaned each time he did so, and his mate egged him on... "Go on.... do it! Give the whore what he wants!" I groaned in agreement, and before long, his mate groaned out loud, and dumped what felt like a HUGE load inside of me, he pulled out, scooping up what dribbled out and fingering it over my hole. His mate, the first guy of the two, then moved around to my hole again, and stuffed his dick into me, he grabbed the stirrups where my legs were secured, and began a frantic fuck of my hole. The chains were slapping "ching ching ching" his balls were pounding against my arse cheeks "slap slap slap slap" I could hear the squelch of the cum inside me as it oozed out and formed a gooey mess over his cock and crotch, and he continued to fuck me like his life depended on it. "Fuck yeah!!! I'm gonna cum!" He screamed. "Cum in me... give it to me... breed my neg arse!!!" I shouted back at him, in-between the groans and grunts. "Yeah..." said the other guy; "Seed that neg hole good n' proper!!" I hope they meant what I think they meant.... The guy with his dick in me, howled, I felt his knob swell inside of my hole, and then I swear down, I felt his seed hit my prostate as he fired volley after volley of cum into my hole. He kept fucking me as he came, and then let his knob slip out of me, smearing what little he had left over my hole. "Fucking smooth hole slut...." one of them hissed; "you're gonna regret lying in that sling with us fuckers around..." Then they were gone. What a session! I lay there in the sling, I could feel the cum oozing out of my smooth cunt, and could feel even more of it deep inside me... I slipped a finger into me, and felt the masses of spunk inside me. It felt so nice. So nice in fact, that I wished I was a top and could enter a hole like mine... haha... All went quiet for a while, no one seemed to be walked past the sling room, and for what felt like 20 mins I got nothing at all. I didn't mind. I lay there in the darkness, images of scorpions flashing through my minds eye, swinging sedately in the sling - away in my own little world when suddenly it seemed the entire world was crammed into this cubicle. There was two guys either side of me, and what appeared to be 3 or 4 guys at the end of the sling. They were all groaning and whispering things to each other... I couldn't make out exactly what was said, but I caught snippets.... "What a cute face..." "Smooth hole...." "Why's he got a blindfold on?" "I wonder how many loads are in him...." "At least 3 or 4 already" I replied, "not enough though..." I think my words caught them by surprise.... "Oh, whatd'ya know... the little faggot speaks..." I didn't reply, I just fingered my hole, and pushed a little cum out so it dribbled down my arse, dripped off of my over hanging hole, and then pooled on the floor below me. That's all it took, as one of the guys stuffed his cock deep into me, and proceeded to fuck me hard. Harder than any of the guys had done thus far. He was egged on by the other guys in the room, and by a few who must have been stood outside, just watching this impromptu gangbang. I was the youngest guy in the sauna that day, and the only one with a smooth hole offering it up for anyone to fuck... The guy screwing me groaned, panted, grunted and hissed as he slammed his dick into my cum filled hole. Then he pulled out, and another entered me, he fucked me for about 5-10 mins, then swapped with another guy, and so on and so on, until the first guy was back inside me again. "You neg boy?" asked a voice. "Was at my last test..." I offered in response. Unsure how a neg answer would go down. "Those two who just did you, they riddled dude..." said another voice. "Cool, little cumbuckets cant be choosers..." I retorted. I was unsure if the guys were talking in jovial friendly tones, of if they were being judgemental and meant business. "Fucking trashy slut.." Yet another voice behind me said, then he leaned close into me - I could smell his B.O and bad breath as he breathed over my face next to my ear. It was fowl. I could tell that this was going to be nasty, part of me wanted to get out of the sling and leave, their tones were almost aggressive, not the friendly bare backing tones one normally gets. "There are 6 of us here, 3 poz, 3 neg.... you're gonna get us all...." I sighed in lust, also in fear. I knew that what I was doing was dangerous, that if I did it often enough, with enough people that the odds were that I'd eventually take a poz load - but taking a poz load when you didn't know it was poz is one thing... I had now just been warned, that 50% of the next 6 guys to fuck me were toxic. Part of me wanted to refuse, get out of the sling, and go grab a shower.... but fear... or was it lust, kept me laying there. I didn't speak. It was almost childish - I couldn't see them, if I didn't speak, then they wouldn't be there! How absurd! A dick rubbed up against my hole, almost expecting me to pull away (as best I could when strapped into a sling, surrounded by at least 6 guys no doubt all bigger and stronger than me). My brain was telling me to stop, but I offered no resistance. The dick pierced my hole, the cum already inside me providing excellent lube as it slipped the full 7" into my warm, moist, sloppy innards. He pulled it out, and then pushed it into me again. He repeated this for a few moments, then picked up the pace.... there was no one talking, just deathly silence, other than the chains smashing around as his knob smashed into me. He grunted, coughed, and dumped a load into me. Pulling out slightly as he did so, so the others could see it being pushed back into my hole with his dick. He pulled out again, and there was a change of position. Another guy entered me. About 6" long this one, but ever so thick! He stuffed it into me, stretching my arse muscles to force me to accommodate him. He didn't waste any time, and immediately set about making mince meat of my hole, before he too, grunted, panted, and then dumped a load into me. I could now feel the spunk inside of me - it was that sort of feeling you get when you really need to go to the toilet, only this wasn't shit inside of me, it was all just spunk... loads and loads of hot, sticky, man fuck muck which had been fucked into my hole by total strangers who I hadn't seen, and probably never would. Guys whom had suggested they may be riddled, whom I had no way of knowing.... a feeling of total and utter craziness flushed over me. What the fuck was I doing? I wanted to be filled with cum, yet here I was taking possibly diseased loads. As the guys continued to fuck me, taking it in turns to fuck my hole, then swap positions, and other guys fuck me. Groans and pants indicating that one by one, they were delivering their cargo into the receptacle where it would sit for god knows how many hours, I drifted off into my own world. Fuelled by lack of sleep, the remnants of drink from the night before, and the lungful of poppers I was taking, offered up to me by strangers, I almost left my body. I could see in my minds eye, me lying there, in detail... I could see me lying in the sling, feet secured firmly in the stirrups, wrists secured behind me in the restraints above my head.... and a crowd of naked men, some attractive, others not so attractive, but all with hard ons, and not a condom in sight. I could see them taking it in turns to fuck me - the guys in my images, changing as the guys changed positions... I saw on some of them tattoos, scorpions, biohazards. Some of them had sunken cheeks, others had potbellies... others had bodies so skinny they looked fragile.... yet all of them were fucking me bareback and ultimately cumming inside of me. I weighed up the facts of what I was doing... the reality of it all. I was in a sling, getting fucked by a group of guys, one of whom had warned me that half of the group was poz... was he telling the truth? Could he have been lying? Could they all be neg, and it was just a ploy to see how fucked in the head I was? Could they ALL be poz... and the neg part was just to try and disarm me a little. I already had loads of spunk inside me, so if they were poz, what were the odds that I'd actually catch anything. I'd come to the conclusion a while ago that I wasn't a full on bug chaser, more someone who just bare backed indiscriminately with anyone. I recognised the risks, and accepted them... but this was different. Or was it? Either way, it felt so fucking horny! So taboo, so sleazy, so trashy... so wrong... yet, at the same time, so fucking right! "Good slut boy.... you've taken all the juices.... welcome to the club you whore" I was brought back to reality with a bump... all the guys had finished, and one guy was stood over me... only, I could see him. Was I still in my dream? No... My blindfold had been removed. I was actually seeing this one guy. He was about 30, 6' tall, slim, toned body, defined but not rippled with muscles. And he had his cock inside of me. He reached over me and unclipped my hands, allowing myself to feed my own poppers to me again. I was in a daze, had I been asleep? Had I been knocked out? How long had it been? The guy inside me was stood still, and instead of thrusting in and out of me, he was pushing the sling with me in it all the way back, then letting me land on his throbbing cock. My throat was dry, but I struggled to speak anyway. "How many?" "The 6 at first," he explained, "Plus a further 12 from the corridors... word travels fast at bears day. You were quite popular... I can see why." I didn't have my glasses on, so was struggling to see detail in the darkness. I thought I saw a huge scorpion tattooed on the side of this torso, the tail ending just above his cock. "Are you...."? I started to ask, but before I could finish he interjected. "Poz?" He offered. I nodded. "Does it matter either way? You've proven your worth as a filthy bareback bottom slut, willing to take anyone and anything..." All the while, I was rocking back and forth, his cock filling my hole with each swing. "Get tested in a few weeks time, then text me..." he whispered, "you'll find my number when you get showered". With that he picked up the pace a little, and started wanking me off at the same time... I didn't last long, and blew a huge fountain of spunk into the air, which landed all over my torso. He smiled, winked, and as if on command, pulled out and dumped his load over my hole, then pushed it back into me. He finally pulled out, slapped my arse cheeks, and vanished into the corridors. I got out of the sling, almost stumbled over as I'd being lying there for so long. Regained my balance and made for the door to try and catch the guy. The corridors were empty. No one about. Grabbing my towel and poppers, I left the cubicle and made my way for the showers. I arrived and looked in a mirror... there, on my forehead, written in pen was a mobile number and a profile name. I tapped it into my phone, and then jumped in the shower to rub it off. With the shower done, I got dressed, and went to reception to clear any tab I'd built up (I hadn't had anything, I just wanted a need to go to reception)... there was a group of guys around a table, having a beer... about 10-13 of them. All laughing and joking, being boisterous. As I looked at them, one guy tapped another lad on his elbow and nodded in my direction. The group fell silent and just looked at me. It was a strange sort of moment. Do I join them? Was it them that did me? I had no idea. I asked if I had a tab, the guy at the reception said I didn't, and I made to leave. He buzzed me through the inner door, and as I stepped through, the table behind me once again erupted into joking, laughing, talking and cheering..... I guessed that they were the lads that had just used my hole all afternoon. As I got to the outer door, the reception guy paused before buzzing me through. "Seems that you were quite popular... you may want to check out 'Alert' in Manchester if you're into that kinda thing..." he pushed the buzzer, and I pushed the doors open, I thanked him for the phone and the heads up about Alert...and stepped through the door. Before it shut behind me, the guy called after me... "Nice arse by the way, see now why you've got all those interesting contacts in your phone...." then he winked, and the door was shut. I blinked in the sunlight out side, it was about 3pm, and my hole was flooded with spunk from around 18-20 bears. What a day it had been! I made my way back to the train station, and then back to my home town. When I finally got home, I pushed all the spunk out of me into a jar... there was buckets of the stuff... by far the biggest amount of spunk I've had in my hole in a very long time... it was so so horny. I guess the next question is... when do I go back up to Teeside for another test...

Weekend of sauna raunch! Friday Night/Saturday Morning.

What a weekend.  Thats all i can say.  I went to the sauna on Friday night/Saturday morning in the early hours, after having a few beers in town with a friend. I arrived at around 1am, and immediately made my way to the sling in the cruising maze.   I tied my towel around my eyes so it acted as a blindfold, and lowered myself in, placing my feet in the stirrups and lay back with the bottle of poppers at the ready.  Drunk, high on poppers... and waiting.   I didnt wait long, a guy walked in, i could tell as the room fell quieter as he closed the door and i could hear his breathing.  It's amazing how your other senses pick up sensitivity once you're blindfolded.  Anyway, this guy fingererd my smooth hole, and it wasnt long before he slipped into me bareback, without even asking if i liked it that way - i LOVE it when guys just instinctively know that a smooth hole, blindfolded in a sling just wants fucking one way...   He must have been about 7" long as it slipped into my smooth hole with the minimum of resistance. He fucked me good, his long shaft sliding in and out, for about fifteen mins, before he groaned, and dumped his seed deep into me.  He pulled out, and then left - the first load inside me, hopefully the first of many.   I'd love to go into detail about how hot the guys were who fucked me, but having been blindfolded, i have no way of knowing.  I was in a drunken haze, fuelled lustfully by the little brown bottle. A few moments later another guy walked in, fingered my hole and must have felt the spunk inside me from the first dude.  He too, rubbed his cock up and down my moist hole, before perforating me with his raw knob. It slipped in like a hot knife through butter, and he proceeded to slam in and out of my arse, the chains on the sling rattling violently with each thrust he made. In the back ground, the groans from guys in other cubciles, mixed with the hard house music and darkness meant that my mind started playing tricks on me.  In my minds eye, in the pitch darkness provided by the towel blindfold, i began to see shapes.  Scorpions, Biohazard symbols.  I saw guys jeering lustfully at me - of course this was my mind working overtime, i think it was my mind telling me what i really wanted.   The guy fucking me didnt say a single word, instead he kept up a steady rhythem before groaning once, and then hissing:  "I've cum... have that muck in your slut hole bitch!"   Then he left.   A few moments later I once again heard the door close and the room fall relatively quiet.  No one touched me, and i began to think i was imagining that someone was in the room with me.  That was until i heard some heavy breathing... the sort that is synominous with hoax phone calls.  Heavy and laden... in, then out. Slow. Menacing. Almost satanic.   Then finally i felt a dick rubbing around the now cummy entrance to my cumdump.  I reached down, and felt a PA in the end of this 8" ram rod.. I groaned, put the poppers to my nose, sniffed heavily, and waited... nothing.  I groaned seducively again, and in a low voice, told him to breed me.   Eventually he pushed his cock into me, so hard, no warning, right the way down to his balls.  The curved PA tearing up my innards as it travelled the distance to my guts.  Wow... it felt like heaven.  He then pulled it all the way out, and like a ratchet, as it dragged against my bowels as it withdrew, it caused major damage to my arse lining.  I could feel it snatching and tearing at me, but it felt so good. It felt so right!  The drink, drugs, music, lust, sweat, groans.... all built up to found the epitomy of hedonism.  As the song said, just because it feels good, doesnt make it right... but i didnt care. I wanted this guy to give me whatever he had.   I snarled at him: "Stop playing, and fuck me like the bitch slut cumdump i am!"   That's all it took, he trust into me a couple of times more, and then groaned so loud everyone must have heard... he dumped his muck inside of my now terminally damaged insides.   Fantastic.   After he'd pulled out, i cant quite remember exactly what happened next, as i think i went into a state of semi conciousness - not fully awake, but not asleep either.  I just rememeber a further 10 or so guys entering the room, fucking me raw, and shooting their seed into me.  I never once asked if any of them were neg or poz, and no one volunteered that information.  In fact, apart from the occasional groan, and me urging guys to hurry up and cum in me so the next guy could have a go, there wasnt hardly any talking at all.   I eventually came to my senses when one of the members of staff was doing his rounds and checking cubicles, cleaning them out etc.. i was just suddently aware of my whereabouts when my world was lit up by a torch.   I never saw him, as my blindfold prevented that, however flashlight was bright enough to penetrate the towel.   After he'd moved on, i removed my blindfold, reached down and touched my sore, sloppy, cum filled hole, and it hurt.  A lot. It had also tightened up too, as it tends to do if i go a while without a cock in me - so i figured that it had quietened off, and made the decision to leave.   I got dressed, leaving the various loads of seed in my hole, found my friend, who was off with one guy he'd met earlier on (i cant see the point in going to sauna's and spending the entire time with one guy!!), then we left.   By the time i'd arrived back home at about 6am, i had finally realised it'd made a grave error.  In my drunken drug fuelled haze, i'd stupidly left my phone at the sauna.  I called them up to see if anyone had found it, and amazingly it had been handed in.  So i told them to put it to one side and that i'd collect it within 7 days. I climbed into bed at half 6 in the morning, and fell off to sleep with thoughts of when i'd go back to get my phone.... 7 days...  i knew i wanted my phone back, and couldnt wait til the next weekend... as i drifted off to sleep, i made my decision subconciously.   I didnt wait that long... i decided to go back that day... Saturday - after all, it was the 3rd saturday of the month, and that meant only one thing.... Bears day!!!! I'll tell you about that in my next post.

Steam Complex, HERE I AM!!

Well, it's Friday 20th March, i've been out drinking in the sunshine of York's Kings Staith since 3pm and it's been glorious!!

However, the time has come to get down to the business.... it's now 00:35 hours... and i'm in the sauna!

I managed to get here via a lift of a mate, and i'm well chuffed!

I've had a couple of beers, feeling suitably lubricated, and am ready to get knocked up good n proper!

For those guys reading this blog, i shall be in one of the slings on the ground floor of the STEAM COMPLEX sauna in LEEDS, from 12.30am, until LATE... i hope to get fucked BAREBACK by as many guys as possible whilst i'm here... so if you read this, come to the cruising area, to the dark rooms, slip you cock into me, and fuck me raw until you shoot your load in me! I hope you can make it!!!

Spring has sprung, weekend of cock fun

Wow, well where do I start – what a weekend it’s been for me. I’ve got so much to update you all on; I don’t know whether to do them all as individual posts, or as one great big one. I’ll start writing and see how I get on.

Friday saw me in town a little bored; I ended up visiting one of the cottages in the city, one of the few that still see any action. I was wearing a blue t-shirt, jeans, black “cumdump” boxers, pair of brown loafers, and a jacket. My hole was pre lubed from home, and freshly douched.

I’d been in the toilets for around ten mins when I saw a guy looking through the glory hole at me, I bent over giving him sight of my hole, and then unlocked the door – he came in, slid his dick into me, fucked me raw for a very short time, then pulled out and blew his load (a great big one at that) all over my rose bud. He soon departed – not a great fuck, but at least I had some more lube over my cunt for the next guy.

I didn’t have to wait long before I was in luck. A black guy, about 30 years old, quite fit, with a nice sized knob was stood outside the cubicle, slowly wanking his cock, I opened the door, bent over, took a good hit of poppers, and then waited. He walked in, took one look at my boxers with “cum dump” written on them, and the huge amount of spunk dribbling off of my fuck hole, and groaned in horniness. He scooped some of the seed up, smeared it over his shaft, and stuffed it all deep into my hole raw. Fucking me like a crazed animal, I was in heaven. The stench of the toilets, piss, cheap air freshener, and sex, made my wild with lust, the toilet floors were covered in spunk from guys who’d jacked off in there before I arrived, it was a truly sleazy fuck.

Ten mins after he’d started he groaned again, bucked his hips, and blew a load ball deep into my now creamy hole. He kept fucking to make sure it was really deep in me, then pulled out, slapped my arse cheeks, zipped up and left. I hung around the cottage for a further half an hour, but nothing came up.

As I sat there, wondering what to do next, I decided to text one of the random numbers scrawled onto the walls. I didn’t expect to get a reply, so I left and went home.

Later on that evening I was back in town having a couple of beers with an old flame/trick of mine, and the guy I’d text from the toilets called me back – said he was well interested, and could I be at his house for around 9.30pm. Of course I could, I replied, on the basis that he didn’t use any condoms – hell yeah was his response, and the deal was done. The proverbial golden handshake made.

9.30pm I rolled up outside his address in a cab, paid the driver and hopped out. I text the dude to let him know I’d arrived, and that he should be in a spare room, I’d go into his room, undress, lube up, and be ready for him in 5 mins. He text back confirmation and I finished my smoke and made for his front door. It was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open, and saw a sign saying “bed room” and an arrow pointing into the first door on the left. I went in, stripped off my jacket, shirt, jeans and shoes and socks, leaving my “cumdump” boxers on. I bent over on all fours on his bed, took a hit of my friend the little brown bottle, and called “ready” to him.

The lights were off, and I heard him come into the room, strip his cloths off and start fingering my hole, there was still a bit of cum up there from black man a few hours earlier, and I think this new guy could tell that it was spunk. He wasted no time in rubbing his helmet against my hole, applying more and more pressure until he pierced my hole, and plunged his raw dick into me.

It was a good 7.5” long and quite thick girth, he too, fucked like a trooper for around 20 mins, making circle movements with his cock buried deep in my spunk cunt. I asked him between groans if he was poz or neg, and he replied that he did not know, this turned me on even more and I began grinding my hips back onto his shaft, taking all of it and them some deeper and deeper into me, this drove him wild, and eventually it came to an end…

“I’m gonna cum dude….”

“Hell yeah, load me up with your fuck muck!”

He blasted wad after wad into my hole, and he too kept on fucking, working it farther and farther into my innards. Heaven.

After he pulled out, we began to get dressed in the dark, except I couldn’t find one of my shoes in amongst the clutter – so he flicked the light on and I caught sight of my seed donor for the evening. About 28 years old, 6’ tall, slim toned body – very athletic, blonde hair and piercing blue eyes…. WOOF!

I found my shoe, thanked him, and then left. I caught the blue line bus home with his seed dribbling from my hole the entire way.

Saturday I awoke with a sloppy hole, his seed still in me, and this instantly made me horny again. So I was hoping that I’d get some this fine day.

After breakfast, I checked my phone and saw that some guy called J had texted me, having seen my number on my blog. He asked if I was free later that day for some bb fun – naturally I didn’t hesitate to accept his offer of a protein donation.

At 4pm I arrived at my mates house (where I take guys who want to travel as opposed to accommodate), and was lubed up, douched and ready on the bed – poppers at the ready. I was blindfolded, the front door unlocked, and the scene set for some more hot sex. Then he rang me.

“Hey its J, listen, I’m having second thoughts about bb, I mean, what if you’ve got something….”

“Hey buddy, I understand your concern, I get tested regularly, only do it raw, and can assure you I’m clean...”

“Hmm, I’m not sure, anyways, listen, I’m just around the corner, so I’ll come in anyway and see how we get on…”

Damn I thought, no cum in the ass for me today, but had one last plan. I removed my blindfold, and the boxers and lay on the bed face down. I heard the door go, and the steps creek as he walked up them. He entered the room, stripped naked and laid on top of me, he started kissing my neck, licking my ear – all things which drive me wild with lust. Before long I’d turned over, and seen him. He was about my age, 25-26, fairly cute, clean-shaven, couple extra pounds but nothing too bad, and smooth all over. We started kissing passionately, I too nibbled on his ear, which is seemed to enjoy too. I moved down his body, kissing and licking every part of it as I went down, getting to his cock, it took it in my hands, inserted it into my mouth, ensuring that I hadn’t touched it with my mouth just yet, when it was all in, I then made contact with it, the warmth of my mouth drove him wild, he arched his back and groaned in sheer pleasure. I sucked him for about 5 mins, swirling my tongue around his helmet, lapping up his pre-cum as it oozed out. I cupped his balls, licking them and flicking my tongue around his hole – he was clearly enjoying this, getting more and more lustful, horny – he wanted his dick in my hole.

I threw him onto his back, sat astride him, and began again to kiss his neck and lick his ear. With my spare hand, I reached back, got his now throbbing stiff cock and put it against my rose bud. I gyrated my hole against it, and stared into his eyes. I maintained eye contact as I steadily sat down on it… raw.

All thoughts of safe sex, sti’s etc left the guys mind as my arse clamped down on his dick, and I slid all the way down until his balls were pressed firmly against my cheeks. I kept eye contact the entire time, he was in heaven.

I rode him for a short while, before lust totally took over him… he threw me off, rolled me over onto all fours, stood astride me and shoved his bare cock into me doggy style. He started fucking me like a Duracell bunny… his cock probing against my prostate with each violent thrust into me. He couldn’t last long at this pace, and sure enough, 15 mins later; he proclaimed that he was about to cum.

I reached around, taking hold of his butt cheeks, I kept him inside me, and so he couldn’t pull out.

“What if I have something?!?” he asked, inbetween his groans and pants.

“I don’t care, just cum in me!” I demanded.

He didn’t have time to question me, he’d reached the point of no return, and blew his seed deep into my bowels, there was so much of it that as he kept his pace up, in and out, it started leaking out of my hole and down my balls… he collapsed on top of me, sweating profusely. Two very happy guys.

After he dressed, we promised to repeat it again sometime soon, and then he left.

On Sunday there was no sex for me, but instead the weather was fantastic. Clear blue skies, very warm – indeed, spring has sprung here in the United Kingdom. There’s a saying that says great minds think alike… it’s so true. No sooner had the idea of a BBQ entered my mind, than one of my climbing buddies rang me..

“Hey dude, whatever you’ve got planned to day, drop it… BBQ my place, noon… beers provided!”

So that was that. Sunday passed by in a haze of good food, cold beers, and the occasional joint, all the time surrounded with mega music and of course, fantastic friends. Let the good times roll!

I’d arranged a few days ago to go up to Teeside to see my mate Ben (see the post Visitor from the North). He was shocked that I was still HIV- after all my sexcapades, and wanted me to have a test at a support group for HIV+ gay guys. Apparently Ben had told the support worker there all about me, and this lad was keen to meet me so he could test out a new HIV test which can detect antigen from the virus as soon as 7 days after infection.

So on Monday Ben drove down to pick me up, and we went back up north together. I had the tests, two pricks of the finger, and twenty minutes the results were in… negative. On both accounts. I was pleasantly surprised, given the amount of raw fun I have, but I’m under no illusions that what I do is dangerous, and that one day my luck will run out. If I was surprised, Ben and the support worker were mortified… how can someone so into bareback still test negative after all this time? I think they were also somewhat jealous, as both are self-confessed lovers of bareback sex… It’s a mystery, but it’s true. I’ve agreed that I’ll go up to TPA once a month to get tested – it’s a rapid test, only 20 mins wait for the results… certainly beats the two week wait from the lab tests they do here in Yorkshire.

After the tests, we went to the Marina in H’pool and had a bite to eat and a pint. After the meal, I told Ben I was going to the toilet for a piss, and he looked at me in a slutty way he does. Ben’s big into drinking piss straight from guys cocks, so I nodded in agreement, and made my way to the pub toilets.

I waited in a cubicle for him to arrive, he walked in, we shut the door behind us, and I got my dick out. Ben took it in his mouth, and I let the floodgates open, Ben gulping each mouthful down like he hadn’t had a drink in weeks. By the time I was finished pissing, my cock was hard, so Ben proceeded to give me a bit of a BJ in the toilets. We decided to leave before we got caught, as it wasn’t a gay venue.

We jumped in his car, and drove to his parent’s house, checking the rooms, Ben decided that it was empty, so we went to his room, where he continued sucking my cock. It wasn’t long before he was throbbing hard, and his finger probing at my hole. So I removed my jeans, grabbed my lube and poppers (a good cumdump always carries the essentials wherever he goes!), and rolled onto all fours. Ben lubed his cock up, and plunged it into my hole as I got high on the poppers.

His 6” cock is thick, and he rammed it in and out of me harder and harder, I was face down, poppers up against my nose, my head swimming with the high. It was great.

Suddenly, we heard a key in the front door, and a member of his family walk in… We scampered to get dressed, finding out boxers and jeans, as the unwelcome return of the family moved into the hallway, and someone proceeded up the stairs. We’d just got dressed, and sat on the bed, but looked guilty as hell, and the room stunk of poppers and sex. That’s when we discovered that the house wasn’t actually empty, and his brother had been in his room next door all along! Eek! Had he heard us? We weren’t exactly totally quiet…. Ben went to chat to his Mum, and scoped it out – he returned with news that they’d all gone out again, but his brother was now downstairs.

With that news, I undid my belt, opened my jeans, got my still hard dick out, and Ben knew what to do… he wrapped his mouth around it again, as I lay back on the bed, he sucked for England until eventually I felt the eruption building in my balls, and let loose a volley of spunk which would have easily gone a meter or so high, instead it fired into Ben’s mouth, hit the back of his throat, and then slid down into his stomach. Ben licked around my dick to ensure none was wasted. He then jacked off, and when he came, packed his cum into my hole with his fingers…

We got dressed again, chatted for a while, and then made the journey back down south to Yorkshire.

So that’s my weekend guys, that’s what I did… the weather has been marvellous, and the sex even better… what better way to spend a spring weekend? Spring has indeed sprung, and I had lots of bum fun.

On Friday I get my wages through, so I’m heading to Steam Complex Sauna in Leeds for an all-nighter… hopefully I’ll have plenty to report after that one!

On a slightly not so happy note, the library where normally update my blog has changed their security settings and I can no longer access blogger.com or blogspot.com to update this blog from there. This leaves me with a bit of a dilemma, where the heck to i update this from? I dont have internet at home at the moment, mainly for money reasons, and the internet cafe's in town are too expensive for me (unemployed).... so bear with me a little while, the blog may not get updated quite as often as it has been until i can find a workable solution. Don't panic though, i'm still going to write up my encounters as I have them, I will just store them in my email account until i can update the blog. I'm also going to check out something called "email blogger updater" - which claims to be able to let me update this blog by merely sending myself an email.... so thats my next job whilst i've borrowed my mates PC.

Anyways, tomorrow is payday (well, welfare giro day at least), and as I said earlier on, I'm going to Steam Complex in Leeds for a day and night of bareback action... if you reading this and can get to Leeds from 4pm tomorrow - come on down, i'll be in the sling taking all loads!

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