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Okay boys, lick it off!

Heaven on Earth!

Sir, Thank You, Sir!

Mares and Stallions

The latest rage in Berlin's sexual underground--

Mares and Stallions parties for real men!

Here's how is goes--the Mares arrive first, strip down to boots and harnesses, lube up and are blindfolded.  They can wear a hood but mostly they use pillow cases and lots of duck tape.  Then they're led by the hand to the play room to await the Stallions.

 

The Stallions arrive and strip down.  Then the fun begins.  They join the Mares and fuck them.  The Mares never know who's fucking them and the helpers make sure they get all the cock they can handle.  Of course they do it all--the Mares deep throat cock as well.  The only thing that's optional is fisting, but it's encouraged with slings provided.

Once a Mare has had enough, he's free to leave and his blindfold is removed outside the play space. Once out you're out and Stallions must wait until there are no Mares in the dressing area.

So that's the thrill--totally anonymous sex for the Mares and lots of hungry holes for the Stallions.  If you want to switch, you have to wait for the next party.

The parties are always sell outs--those Berliners are real pigs.

Bare Back Party Rules

Want to host a Bareback Party?  Here's some lessons learned from Ballman's famous BB parties!

1  Venue.  You need a place and if you're like Ballman, no one needs to know where you live, so when he hosts, he rents a motel room.  Every town has at least one "No Tell Motel" so try it first, but no need to tell them what you're doing.  On the other hand, having your party at the best hotel in town will give it some class. The party room should be on street level, in the back, away from the office (unless the desk clerk is hunky). Explain to your guests that they should enter and leave quietly and wear clothes, no shit, in the parking lot and lock their valuables in their car. No one needs some dork manager calling the cops, etc.  Or some whiner losing his rolex up some one's butt.

2. Invites.   Email just your closest friends and fuck buddies.  Set an entry time, say a 30 minute period.  Remind them that courtesy demand bottoms (including those who claim to be tops, but are really bottoms when it's really dark) prepare, (if your have to ask, you're not invited). No pass outs, once someone leaves, they're out for good. 

3. Supplies.  Lots of assorted lube.  Get extra towels from the motel if you can do so without them asking questions.  Setting up a douche station in the bathroom is also a good idea for those bottoms who need a little extra attention; just be careful that if you hook up to the motel's plumbing you bring some Teflon tape....

4. Rules:

• No condoms, no names, no discussion of status or counts, no sero sorting
• No cologne, scented soap, over powering mouthwash, etc., real men smell like men
• Everyone strips down upon entrance, no exceptions other than real cops in uniform
• Bottoms take all loads offered, no exceptions, besides, you wouldn't invite anyone you wouldn't fuck yourself, would you....
• Bottoms always clean off the top afterward (using his mouth, dummy)
• Bottoms always properly thank the top by kneeling and licking his feet and saying: "Sir, Thank you, Sir, for your load, Sir."
• No bottoms leave until all tops are satisfied
• Everyone must either fuck or be fucked or leave.
• No snowballing allowed (if you have to ask, you're not invited). Bottoms put a cork in it.
• No one retreating to the baTH room and locking the door to do whatever in private; if you're invited, we all know what you like, fucker

5.  You can spice things up if you like.  Sometimes all bottoms are blind folded so they don't have a clue who's fucking them.  Double fucking can be fun.  Offer a prize for the most ingenious position.

6.  Film the fun and upload it to your blog.  Guys, if you don't want your face shown--don't get in front of the camera, stupid. Otherwise, no problem, after all, if someone can recognize you butt, then your reputation is already out there.

Next post, how to how a gifting or conversion party.

Old Favorites

Boots and Balls, You Gotta Love 'em!

Doesn't he look happy?

And one more, just for fun.

Check Up with New Doc

Yesterday I went for my quarterly check up with a new doctor, my old one having gotten tired of patients and gone into administration, whatever that is.

Anyway, new doc asked are you sexually active? I said yes and he visiably reacted. I guess us old guys shouldn't be. Then he asked, you always wear protection? I lied, as I never do, no how, no way. Then he asked about how many partners have you had in the last year? I asked, do you count oral sex and he replied, any penetration, oral or anal. I said I don't keep track, but 300 to 400 hundred, easy. At that point, he took two steps back and said "You can't be serious?"

Yeah, right doc. I'm serious and I'm going to better my count er number this year.

On Route 69

Nothing like a little glory hole time.

Check Up with New Doc

Yesterday I went for my quarterly check up with a new doctor, my old one having gotten tired of patients and go into administration, whatever that is.

Anyway, new doc asked are you sexually active? I said yes and he visiably reacted.  I guess us old guys shouldn't be.  Then he asked, you always wear protection?  I lied, as I never do.  Then he asked about how many partners have you had in the last year? I asked, do you count oral sex and he replied, any penetration, oral or anal.  I said I don't keep track, but 300 to 400 hundred, probably.  At that point, he took two steps back and said "You can't be serious?"

Yeah, right doc.  I'm serious and I'm going to better my count, or number this year.

On Arrival, New Year's Weekend

For the new year, Pozman headed to the resort, you know the one, with only one thing on his mind--raw cock, determined to set a new personal record for loads taken and given.  Success. 

On arrival he hit the maze tossing his jeans and jacket in a rusty locker, stripping down to boots and socks, anything more just wastes time.  There's nothing like a 6'2" buck naked man with a nine inch hardon to send a message and the reaction of other maze denizens was immediate; Pozman's eyes didn't even have a chance to adjust before a hot mouth was locked on his cock with a finger poking at his hole.  Took a hit of poppers--this is heaven on earth with no waiting for action and no waiting for Pozman's load. Pozman never warns, immediately shooting two weeks of saved up cum in the waiting mouth and growled, "You better swallow that or given it back."  A groan and the mouth locked on Pozman's with an invading tongue instantly shoveling Pozman's jism deep down his throat and smearing over their faces. "Ahhh....nothing like a cum facial."  The first of many loads given and returned over the weekend.

Pozman's Cum Facial

Without a word, the dance took place, the receptacle turning around and bending over, backing onto Pozman's crack splitter, a greasy hand stroking, guiding it home, ready to breed Pozman's seed.

 

Pozman Breeding

The cunt boy whispered, "You Poz?" Pozman responded "I never tell, you want it?"  The cunt answered, "Yeah, breed me." Pozman growled, "Breed me what, fucker?" "Breed me, Sir. Thank you, Sir".

Satisfied, Pozman smacked the quivering ass, thrusting deep in one brutal stroke.  "You better hope you're clean boy, cause you're cleaning me when I'm done."  "Sir, yes Sir, thank you, Sir."  "When I cum boy, you better hold it in, boy.  I see my seed leaking down your leg, I'll bust your ass."  "Yes, Sir, no problem, Sir."   A cunt's a receptacle, nothing more. Seed belongs down a gullet or up an ass.

And the night went on.