<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;AkAHRnc9fCp7ImA9WxNXFUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690</id><updated>2009-10-03T14:38:57.964-05:00</updated><title>Bare Encounters</title><subtitle type='html'>The adventures of a bareback bottom.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16647991059047279889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Dk4ESXw7fip7ImA9WxRUEUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-2883395880369887188</id><published>2008-11-19T19:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:35:08.206-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-11-19T19:35:08.206-06:00</app:edited><title>Update</title><content type='html'>First off, let me apologize to you all for not having posted in a long time. I'm not dead or anything, nor have I given up barebacking or "flaked out" as one person accused me of via email. My life has been in a state of upheaval though, and as a result my blogging has been lacking. I'll be posting some more encounters here within the next few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-2883395880369887188?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/2883395880369887188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/11/update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/2883395880369887188?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/2883395880369887188?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0EFRnc8fSp7ImA9WxdUE0o.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-4769308829038784862</id><published>2008-07-29T20:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:00:17.975-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-07-29T20:00:17.975-05:00</app:edited><title>Still Alive</title><content type='html'>I'm still around. Haven't posted anything because it's been a couple of weeks since I last got laid. Between some added responsibility at work and a more intense workout routine at the gym I've been extremely tired and so I haven't been looking as hard a I could have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a couple of guys who want to hook up with me but we just haven't been able to work out the scheduling. They're both poz which makes me hard just thinking about the risk (albeit small as they're both at an undetectible viral load). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently pursued a very hung Persian guy who lives in Omaha. I had gotten with him once before, but he's a total pussy when it comes to barebacking and so that encounter was strictly oral. This time he wanted to piss fuck me but wouldn't bareback. Not sure how he figured a rubber played into piss fucking... I finally gave up on him because he wasn't willing to lay his 13" pipe in me raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it's just been work, gym and hanging out with friends. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Posted with &lt;a href='http://lifecast.sleepydog.net'&gt;LifeCast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-4769308829038784862?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/4769308829038784862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/07/still-alive.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/4769308829038784862?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/4769308829038784862?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/07/still-alive.html' title='Still Alive'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEMGRnw_eSp7ImA9WxdVEE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-5182309028134816343</id><published>2008-07-13T21:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:27:07.241-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-07-13T21:27:07.241-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lantern'/><title>Isn't Technology Wonderful?</title><content type='html'>Had a couple of missed hookup opportunities this weekend and a solid fuck from Lantern. I also picked up and iPhone 3G so now I should be able to blog about each hookup within minutes of it actually happening, while the load is still warm in me. &lt;p&gt;As I've mentioned before, I'm a huge geek. This guy from Ohio who happened to be on Omaha sent me an email and was interested in hooking up. Cool. I asked him where be was at and the address he gave me was that of the Apple Store. I knew the address because I was going to go get in line later that night. He was in line but was currently leaving to go fuck another guy. Fair enough. I told him to text me once he got back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With that my friend and I went and got in line. The potential sperm donor didn't return until much later and come to find out all the bathrooms were locked anyway so we wouldn't have really had a place to fuck besides my van. Still, it would have been awesome to say that I got laid while in line to get an iPhone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday night I hooked up with Lantern again. I really love how deep he can get inside me, but I'm starting to wish we'd try a different position than the one we usually assume. We're steadily moving into a "friends with benefits" situation so who knows what will happen. For now I'm just enjoying his company, his 9" cock and the large amounts of hot jism that he pumps into me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still looking to increase my number of regulars so as to get fucked on a daily basis. I'm up to 4 now. Got another bareback versatile/bottom who has expressed interest in putting some cum up in me so there could be some hot times ahead assuming we can work the schedule out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-5182309028134816343?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/5182309028134816343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/07/isnt-technology-wonderful.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/5182309028134816343?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/5182309028134816343?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/07/isnt-technology-wonderful.html' title='Isn&apos;t Technology Wonderful?'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0EBRns_cCp7ImA9WxdWF00.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-2791471445994259484</id><published>2008-07-10T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T12:07:37.548-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-07-10T12:07:37.548-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balance'/><title>Balance</title><content type='html'>I was cruising Manhunt last night when I received an email from a guy that I'd been trying to get with for a couple of weeks now. Due to scheduling issues on one or both our parts it just wasn't happening, except last night was different.&lt;br /&gt;
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I arrived at his place, and remembered that I'd been with the guy last January (I haven't blogged about that yet). For reference, I'll call him Balance. Since we'd last fucked, he'd found a new cock ring and I'd found a new jock strap so we both got to show off our fuck accessories.&lt;br /&gt;
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Balance is about 5'5" tall, fairly skinny with a 9" cock that's 4" around. After getting fucked by Lantern on a regular basis, I figured this guy would be no sweat. I was wrong. He slid into me and I saw stars for a moment as he stretched my hole. I've found two ways to get over that particular pain: you can either have the top keep going, and the pain will eventually turn into pleasure, or you can have the top pull out and start again after the pain subsides in a moment. I opted for the first of those two choices.&lt;br /&gt;
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He pounded my ass hard and fast with his fat pole, telling me how tight I was and after a good solid fuck he pushed in and started splattering cum inside me. It was my first load since the gang bang, and I was in dire need of that familiar warm, wet feeling.&lt;br /&gt;
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The more I do this, the more I'm convinced that my purpose in life is to be on a cock getting spunk fucked into me. I really can't get enough of it, and I always crave more... With that in mind, I thought I'd try my luck and go for a second load, but alas none of my regulars were available. I kicked back and relaxed the rest of the evening before work and let the stud's swimmers simmer inside of me, becoming a part of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-2791471445994259484?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/2791471445994259484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/07/balance_10.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/2791471445994259484?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/2791471445994259484?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/07/balance_10.html' title='Balance'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0QFR3o7cSp7ImA9WxdWE0U.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-891031116430828679</id><published>2008-07-06T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:08:36.409-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-07-06T19:08:36.409-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anonymous'/><title>The Gang Bang</title><content type='html'>Apparently setting a gang bang up in Omaha isn't nearly as easy as one might expect. By the time the party started, we had 30 guys confirm that they would make it via various means. I was really horned up by the possibility of 30 guys, but I was also understanding that only about a third of the guys would show.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the end, I &lt;i&gt;wish&lt;/i&gt; a third of the guys had shown.&lt;br /&gt;
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The night wasn't a total bust though, as three of the five guys that did show up were pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;
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The first guy showed up and after a little chit chat, had slid right into my ass... It felt really good, the guy went to town and after about ten minutes of fucking, unloaded in me. I love it when I can feel them cumming in me, their cock twitching... good stuff. The top who was hosting got a shot of his dick in me, which was pretty hot and I've added it to my various profiles...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center; clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bareencounters.net/images/20080705.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="border: 0pt none ; background-color: transparent; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="420" src="http://www.bareencounters.net/images/20080705.jpg" style="border: 0pt none ;" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He left, but I did get his Manhunt name so, there's possibly a hope for future repeats. We chatted a bit as he was getting his clothes back on. Apparently we'd managed to schedule our event on the same night as one of the local bars was having leather night...&lt;br /&gt;
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Guys 2 and 3 arrived and called from the parking lot. They were a little weirded out by having to walk through the lobby (which neither the host nor I had ever considered) but they came up... only to rethink. Apparently they weren't interested in fucking me. That's cool I can respect that... but they did see current, accurate photos before hand so I didn't really get that one... Still, no harm no foul. I realize I'm no twink which is what a lot of guys go for.&lt;br /&gt;
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Guy 4 showed and within five minutes guy 5 showed. Both of them were really nervous and kept stressing that they'd "never done this sort of thing before." In the end, they just couldn't do it and so we chatted for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Guy 5 had actually gone to a motel with a similar name, and knocked on the door to the room that had the same number as ours... and when a 30's guy opened the door, he had a bewildered look on his face when asked if his was the right room for the gang bang. &lt;br /&gt;
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By this time it was 2 AM and since it was pretty clear that no one else was coming, the host and I packed up.&lt;br /&gt;
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In between guests, both the host and I were on the internet inviting more guys but several of them seemed really weirded out by having to go through the lobby. Others were only looking for oral and of course there's the crowd that's against barebacking... One of the tops who was going to come ended up getting coked out and stayed home...&lt;br /&gt;
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I did learn a few things, should I make another attempt at this: Next time I'll start the party later, have the party at a different motel; preferrably one where the rooms have an external door.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, total load count was 1, but it was a good sized load and I did have fun even though the night wasn't quite what I was expecting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-891031116430828679?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/891031116430828679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/07/gang-bang.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/891031116430828679?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/891031116430828679?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/07/gang-bang.html' title='The Gang Bang'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0YFRnY9eip7ImA9WxdWE00.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-2876142191975308149</id><published>2008-07-05T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T18:38:37.862-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-07-05T18:38:37.862-05:00</app:edited><title>Update: July 5th Gang Bang</title><content type='html'>We've had over 25 guys confirm. It will be interesting to see how many actually show up... The party starts in about a half an hour and will run until midnight.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you're interested in cumming, you can request information in one of several ways:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barebackrt.com/members/partyDetail.php?pID=2345"&gt;The party listing on BarebackRT&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://omaha.craigslist.org/m4m/739822001.html"&gt;The Craigslist ad&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Or as always, email me at &lt;a href="mailto:barebottom1980@yahoo.com"&gt;barebottom1980@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-2876142191975308149?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/2876142191975308149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/07/update-july-5th-gang-bang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/2876142191975308149?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/2876142191975308149?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/07/update-july-5th-gang-bang.html' title='Update: July 5th Gang Bang'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D04ESH44cSp7ImA9WxdXGUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-7065690952380102593</id><published>2008-07-01T09:48:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T21:31:49.039-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-07-01T21:31:49.039-05:00</app:edited><title>July 5th Gang Bang</title><content type='html'>This Saturday, July 5th, I'll be on my knees taking all loads in a gang bang in west Omaha.&lt;br /&gt;
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When: July 5th, 7:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;
Where: Super 8 Motel at 10829 M Street, Omaha, NE.&lt;br /&gt;
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You can ask for an invite on &lt;a href="http://www.barebackrt.com/members/partyDetail.php?pID=2345"&gt;BarebackRT&lt;/a&gt;, via the &lt;a href="http://omaha.craigslist.org/m4m/739822001.html"&gt;Craigs List Ad&lt;/a&gt; or you can always email me at &lt;a href="mailto:barebottom1980@yahoo.com"&gt;barebottom1980@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;. I know I've got some readers in Des Moines, IA that would like to drop a load in me... now's as good a time as any. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-7065690952380102593?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/7065690952380102593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/07/july-5th-gang-bang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/7065690952380102593?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/7065690952380102593?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/07/july-5th-gang-bang.html' title='July 5th Gang Bang'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEINQ307cCp7ImA9WxdXFEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-715506906340072185</id><published>2008-06-26T09:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:09:52.308-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-06-26T11:09:52.308-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lantern'/><title>In Celebration of the New Site...</title><content type='html'>So while I was waiting for the DNS to change over yesterday, I thought I'd see about getting some new material to post on here; kind of a way to celebrate the new site.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I texted Lantern with my usual: "You up for something tonight? I could be over in an hour."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I arrived at his place an hour later and we chatted about the latest issue of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ultimate Spiderman.&lt;/span&gt; (We're both comic book geeks...) Then he says, "I just got home from work, do you want me to take a shower first?" I like a little man-funk every now and then so I told him no. Then I proceeded to pull his pants down and swallow his pole to the pubes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves it when I do that... I was really getting into the oral aspect of it all, which is something I don't usually do so I figured I should just go with what felt right. So I bounce is cock off my tonsils for a bit and then he lifts my head up and kisses me. Full tongue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoy kissing quite a bit but just so we're clear, its kind of like a handshake for me. Its hot, but it doesn't mean anything. Its just a kiss. The reason I mention the kiss at all is because it caught me off guard. Lantern doesn't kiss... he's always kind of an "assume the position" kind of guy. This change of gears was nice for a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he pushed me down on my back and fucked me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt; for what seemed like an eternity. But he didn't cum. He pulls and tells me to suck him some more which, like a good bottom, I do. Then he starts fucking my throat... hard. Like balls slapping my chin hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You want me to cum down your throat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mumble a positive response due to the cock in my throat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This goes on for quite a while but he's still not cumming. I'm thinking, "What the fuck?" Then he pulls out and he tells me that he doesn't think he's going to be able to cum because he's on some new medication. So we lay there and chat for a bit... and then he kisses me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided to see if I could make him cum orally. He just kind of kicked back and I used every ounce of technique I could muster. Extra spit. Licking the slit. Massaging the head with my tongue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can feel his balls lift up and I know he's getting close, and then he starts cumming. Five really strong shots, which I swallow... careful not to waste a drop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while it wasn't a load in my ass, it was still a load. Not only that, but I got to work on my oral skills, and practice suppressing my gag reflex. All in all not a bad night; I did arrive to work with that "just been fucked" look and cum breath though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-715506906340072185?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/715506906340072185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/in-celebration-of-new-site.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/715506906340072185?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/715506906340072185?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/in-celebration-of-new-site.html' title='In Celebration of the New Site...'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkQCQXo-fCp7ImA9WxdXFUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-3982610062118974665</id><published>2008-06-25T09:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T17:12:40.454-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-06-26T17:12:40.454-05:00</app:edited><title>Site Move</title><content type='html'>No sex in this post. Sorry... ;) I've redesigned the site a bit, and I've got a proper domain now: &lt;a href="http://www.bareencounters.net/"&gt;http://www.bareencounters.net&lt;/a&gt;. It might take a couple of hours to work as the DNS is still updating.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is done in preparation of a move to a new server, which &lt;a href="http://www.rawtop.com/"&gt;rawTOP&lt;/a&gt; will be graciously providing me. Please bookmark the new URL as it will always point to the correct location for the blog, now and after the move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-3982610062118974665?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/3982610062118974665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/site-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/3982610062118974665?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/3982610062118974665?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/site-move.html' title='Site Move'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ck8NSHc6eyp7ImA9WxdXE0s.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-1883215769585005238</id><published>2008-06-23T21:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:28:19.913-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-06-24T21:28:19.913-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Houston'/><title>Houston</title><content type='html'>Last August, before I decided to slut myself out, I spent a long weekend in Houston after chatting with this early 20's guy for an extensive amount of time. The plan was that I would go down there and hang out with him for a few days. I needed a break from work, and Omaha... (long story) so I flew down.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Houston is an amazing city. Even though I live in the midwest, I've never been a country boy--I've always loved the skyline of a large city and the noise of people that comes with it. I'm hoping to move to Chicago in a couple of years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I flew in, and met him. He was hotter than his photos which is always nice. About 6'4" tall, not thin but not fat he was just your average guy. Since I had arrived a little before check-in time, we grabbed a bite to eat and talked a bit. He's a really nice guy (which I had known from chatting with him) and by the end of lunch I was really horny to get his load in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finished lunch and started driving to the hotel, and I started rubbing his cock through his jeans as we drove on the beltway. We checked in and got to the room... and I was in bed on my stomach shortly after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had each saved our loads for a week before meeting, so I knew he had a big one saved up for me. Even in the air conditioning, we fucked so hard that the sweat was dripping off of us. It was an interesting sensation, feeling the cool drops hitting my back as he fucked me. He shot in me, and I could tell it was a huge load by the wet feeling inside of me and then he just laid there, his cock still inside me as we drifted off to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We woke up an hour later, his cock pushing at my hole again and we went for round 2. Like Lantern, he had a ton of stamina. It was 9:30 at night before we realized that we hadn't left the room since we got there. Over the course of the next few days I got a total of 17 of his loads in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a blast down there, got away for a few days and while I didn't see much of the city, I did get used by a guy who knew how to fuck. I'd like to go back some day, maybe with a day or two spent in San Antonio as well... but this time I'd like to see just how many different guys I can to load me up during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-1883215769585005238?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/1883215769585005238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/houston.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/1883215769585005238?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/1883215769585005238?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/houston.html' title='Houston'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D08MQns6eyp7ImA9WxdXEUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-7379239512489490816</id><published>2008-06-22T09:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T09:44:43.513-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-06-22T09:44:43.513-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anonymous'/><title>Anonymous 2</title><content type='html'>So after I left Lantern's place Friday night I was still in the mood to get more cum. A guy on Manhunt had left me his number earlier and told me to call him if I wanted a load, so I did.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was short, about 5'6" with a nice fat cock. I sucked him a bit, but he was already hard by the time I got there. He slid into me, thrust three times and blew his load.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shortest fuck ever. I was in and out in about 10 minutes. I wish it had been longer, but I got what I was after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-7379239512489490816?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/7379239512489490816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/anonymous-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/7379239512489490816?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/7379239512489490816?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/anonymous-2.html' title='Anonymous 2'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEANSHg4eip7ImA9WxdXEEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-2678787278038979534</id><published>2008-06-21T07:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T07:53:19.632-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-06-21T07:53:19.632-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lantern'/><title>Back to Bareback</title><content type='html'>Well the gang bang didn't happen, sadly. Both the host and I got our asses kicked by our "real" lives but its going to happen in the near future. I'll be sure to post about it when it does.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did get with Lantern again though. He called and wanted a quickie before he had to get to a family gathering. When I got over there, he was all business as he didn't have much time to kill. He said he was "sorry that we had to get right to it." I was fine with that. He dropped his pants and sat back while I assumed my place between his legs and went down on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I should describe him a bit. Lantern is a 6'3" black guy with not a single ounce of fat on him, or muscle really but sticking out from his skinny frame is a fat 9" cock. Honestly the thing could pass as a third leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He started to fuck my throat, pushing my head down as he thrust upward. I've had more practice at suppressing my gag reflex with him than with any other guy I've known and he enjoys seeing just how far down I can go on his cock. Then he reached around behind me and pulled my shorts down and said he was going to fuck me bareback.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It only took him two weeks to get over his "safe only" kick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laid on his floor and assumed the position he likes me to be in, he laid on top of me and worked his way up inside of me with only spit as lube. He started of gentle, which was a little unusual for him but it was really nice... Our heads next to each other, his breath on my cheek as he whispered stuff to me while he fucked me. Driving himself deeper up my cunt as he thrust and then he wrapped his arm around my chest and pulled me closer to him. Very hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed like that for quite a while and then he started fucking me harder and harder. He told me he was going to cum and I begged him to give me his seed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After he bred me, he stayed in me for a bit. It takes him quite a while to go soft, and he whispered in my ear that he was sorry he had to pull out--that he didn't want to--but he needed to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While he was getting ready I hung around and talked to him. I laughed a bit because he actually washes his dick in his bathroom sink. So he's standing there, over the sink with a rag scrubbing the cum and ass juices off his junk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dropped him off at his family gathering and then I started looking for my next load.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-2678787278038979534?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/2678787278038979534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/back-to-bareback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/2678787278038979534?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/2678787278038979534?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/back-to-bareback.html' title='Back to Bareback'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0MFQn45eSp7ImA9WxdQGE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-4596725410429320612</id><published>2008-06-17T10:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:10:13.021-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-06-18T11:10:13.021-05:00</app:edited><title>Why Do You Bareback?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rawtop.com/"&gt;rawTOP&lt;/a&gt; and I were chatting yesterday about our individual reasons for barebacking and he suggested that I share mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a person of extremes mainly due to a very addictive personality. In my daily life, I have to practice constant self control. Such diligence requires that I keep a tight reign on certain aspects of my life and I have learned that doing so requires me to let the reigns go in other areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've mentioned before, after Scout left me I ate quite a bit. Food was my drug of choice. It allowed me to turn myself into a recluse and cushion myself from emotional pain... then, like all addictions have the potential to do, it spiraled out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got tired of looking the way I did and now I hit the gym no less than five times a week. The first time I went to the gym, I was intimidated and felt like I would be making a fool out of myself. I assumed that people would reject me because of my size (a feeling that I had about a lot of things) but I went anyway. I loved it. Now, I look forward to going to the gym each day. Why? Because I have a plan for my life and the gym is the means to an end for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to losing the weight, the gym also has a couple of other benefits that I didn't expect: My self esteem has risen and so has my sex drive. Both of these things, combined with the fact that I let go of all control in my sex life has brought me to this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bareback for many reasons. I love the feeling of raw dick in my hole and the wet warmth that comes from a man seeding me. I believe that the stigma that surrounds two men having unprotected sex is a ridiculous double standard that is forced on us by society. We are, at our very core, animals and animals have a single primary directive: to breed. Barebacking is a natural thing to do--a very &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;human&lt;/span&gt; thing to do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some great quotes out there, one is from the show &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Queer as Folk&lt;/span&gt; (I know a lot of gays dislike the show for various reasons but there were some good lines): "Sex isn't safe. If it is, you're doing it wrong." Another comes from &lt;a href="http://www.rawtop.com/"&gt;rawTOP&lt;/a&gt;: "People drive in cars and don't think twice about it, but public highways are one of the most dangerous places in the world. people speed, they drive when they're tired... it's all really dangerous. People skydive, people bungee jump off bridges... they do all these things because they make their lives more enjoyable. So why is the safe sex crowd think sex should be different than any other part of a person's life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think of myself as a chaser, although a friend of mine equates being a chaser to being "a neg bottom that takes poz loads." I think it is a little more complex than that. Do I seek to become HIV positive? No. ...but I have accepted the fact that it will, inevitably happen. Call it an occupational hazard if you will. I'm okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike many people who fear HIV, I do not. I sat down and became educated about the virus and realized that unlike a decade ago people who have HIV can live well into old age. In other words, it's no longer the death sentence it used to be. I'm not going to let a chance for really good sex pass me by just because someone has HIV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake though, just because I'm okay with contracting HIV doesn't mean that I'm seeking it out, or any other STD for that matter. I simply understand that there are possible consequences for my actions and I've accepted that I will have to deal with those consequences when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that some of you are thinking, "What about the post titled '&lt;a href="http://barebottom1980.blogspot.com/2008/06/hot-chat.html"&gt;Hot Chat&lt;/a&gt;'?" in which I said that I'd try to get a second load out of a guy if he told me he was poz as he was cumming in me. The way I see it is this: If you've just taken a poz load, the deed is done. You might as well enjoy the ride, so yes, I'd try and get a second load out of him.  I'm a gay man, not a woman; no sense in being a pussy about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite possibly the biggest reason that I bareback though is simply because I enjoy it. Now that I'm entering into full stride I'm having more fun than I can remember having in my life. I've let go of my inhibitions and told the nagging little voices that everyone has to shut the fuck up. I'm living completely in the now with no regrets for the past and no doubts about the future. It's extremely freeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm a bigger guy, I don't have a lot of the hang ups that many other guys have. Sure I'm more attracted to some guys that others, but I realize that just because a guy doesn't looks like a model doesn't mean that he can't fuck like a total stud. That alone has lead me to a lot of great sex that I might not have had otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of those reasons are why I bareback.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-4596725410429320612?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/4596725410429320612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/why-do-you-bareback.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/4596725410429320612?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/4596725410429320612?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/why-do-you-bareback.html' title='Why Do You Bareback?'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0ENRn05cSp7ImA9WxdQFko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-737840410381607732</id><published>2008-06-16T21:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:01:37.329-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-06-16T22:01:37.329-05:00</app:edited><title>Something Brewing for the Weekend</title><content type='html'>Looks like my weekend could be a lot of fun... here are a few lines from a hot chat I had the other night:&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Potential: i want to help you on your true self, fuck pig born to take man's seed. i know what you need, whore. seed dripping out of your hole 24/7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Potential: Hell yeah! nasty cum dump bottom boy! i love it. you belong on a man's penis taking his cum, its your purpose in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Potential: im sure we can find some meat for you, i will have to set up a little party for ya :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assuming he can get a party together, my Friday night could be very hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-737840410381607732?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/737840410381607732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/something-brewing-for-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/737840410381607732?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/737840410381607732?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/something-brewing-for-weekend.html' title='Something Brewing for the Weekend'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUUNR3Y7eyp7ImA9WxdQFUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-4246374249888518822</id><published>2008-06-14T11:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:48:16.803-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-06-15T19:48:16.803-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vader'/><title>One More</title><content type='html'>So after Lantern, Anonymous 1 and that other guy I was about ready to pack in and head to bed. I was really tired... and yet I didn't. I cruised for more cock. Then Vader sent me a message on &lt;a href="http://www.gay.com/"&gt;gay.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Horned up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vader: always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Up for something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vader: what do you want? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I could be over there with my ass in the air for your using in ~15 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vader: mmmmmmm that could be nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Got a load to give me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vader: always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I'll head on over then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fifteen minutes later, he was behind in his garage me feeling me up. He slid my gym shorts down exposing my ass for his hands to rub. He was all business and completely in control. The only thing I got to choose was which object I was going to get fucked on. I opted for his car. He bent me over the back of his car and slid in to the hilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ohhhh... nice ass. When's the last time you got fucked?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Last Sunday." A little white lie to get a top even more horned up never hurt anyone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He fucked me hard from the start, his balls slapping against mine as he alternated between long dicking me and just inserting the head through my needy ass lips. With each thrust he pressed me harder against the car, shaking it. He wadded my t-shirt up and used it like a pair of reins, pulling me onto his cock with each thrust. When he got tired of the t-shirt, he grabbed my hair. He was a total stud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first time we fucked he asked me if I wanted his cum. This time he knew he didn't need to ask. He just started grunting and held his cock in me as he coated my insides with his load.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got his name, and I think I'll definitely be seeing more of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four guys in one night... I'm drained to the point of exhaustion. It's not like I sat there and they came to me; I cruised for and bagged each one. Yet even as I type this, knowing I'm too tired to function, my cock is rock hard and wanting more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omaha seriously needs a bathhouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-4246374249888518822?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/4246374249888518822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/one-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/4246374249888518822?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/4246374249888518822?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/one-more.html' title='One More'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEMGSH89eyp7ImA9WxdQFEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-2073941686128638666</id><published>2008-06-14T03:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T11:53:49.163-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-06-14T11:53:49.163-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anonymous'/><title>Anonymous 1</title><content type='html'>After Lantern was done with me, I decided to head down to the local porn theater to see if I could score some more cock and maybe a couple of loads. Unfortunately, it was a pretty slow night for some reason. I'd have thought with the College World Series in town it would have been busier.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to booth 13 and dropped some bills into the slot and sat back and waited. I love the little booths there. When you put money in, the little "in use" light comes on out front. It's like an advertisement of sorts. Guys who wander will come in and peek in your door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few guys checked and weren't interested. Then an older gentleman came in and unzipped. I dropped to my knees and began servicing his cock. It was average in length but pretty thick. He wasn't interested in fucking, but I was just happy to be of service. He started to fuck my face a bit and then I felt his dick orgasm but no cum actually shot out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheater! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was a really nice guy. He kissed my neck and thanked me before he leaving the booth. I checked my cell phone and realized I had to go or I'd be late for my second fuck date of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a bit of coordination to find the guy's place, I entered his apartment. He let me in and then sat down on the couch and started flipping channels on the TV. While odd, I thought maybe he was just shy. So I sat down next to him and started chatting about the show that was on. Still nothing. It was like he got me into his apartment and wasn't sure what to do with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I should get a tattoo on my left ass cheek that says "Insert Cock A into Hole B."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I finally asked him where we should do this and that set him into action... briefly. We went to his room where he took his shirt off and then laid on the bed. ...and stayed there. No hint at what he wanted me to do at all, since his shorts were still on and they weren't the kind with a fly that I could unzip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the time that I was there was spent this way. I don't know if he was tired or what exactly but it was the worst fuck date I've ever had. He couldn't stay hard, wasn't into it at all and needed constant prodding. Bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got fed up and just left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem was that I hadn't cum yet. I had specifically tried to not cum with Lantern because I wanted to last through the whole evening. Guess the joke was on me. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-2073941686128638666?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/2073941686128638666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/anonymous-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/2073941686128638666?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/2073941686128638666?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/anonymous-1.html' title='Anonymous 1'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEEHQng4eCp7ImA9WxdQFU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-6212849983105714206</id><published>2008-06-14T02:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T08:30:33.630-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-06-15T08:30:33.630-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lantern'/><title>Lantern Returns</title><content type='html'>After a week of really foul weather in Omaha, I had two really solid potentials lined up for Friday. Lantern and I were going to get together, but as soon as I woke up and signed onto &lt;a href="http://www.gay.com/"&gt;gay.com&lt;/a&gt;, he messaged me and said he had a possible three way lined up and that I was the third if I wanted in.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He didn't have to ask me twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I picked Lantern up and we went to the hotel where our out-of-town friend was staying, only to have him say that he couldn't partake because he had a friend coming soon and couldn't afford to be found out. So Lantern and I ended up back at his place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He plopped onto the couch with his cock hanging out with this look on his face that said, "Well? Get to it." I was down on my knees in seconds, swallowing his 9" pole to the hilt. This lasted for about 15 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You want me to fuck you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked at him and smirked. "Why are you asking me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He stood up and pushed me down onto the floor. I was rock hard at this point, my uncut cock leaking precum all over. Then I heard the sound of a condom wrapper and my heart sank a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You're sure there's no way I can talk you out of using that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lantern had a bit of an STD scare and now he's on a safe sex kick. I give it a month tops before he's back to fucking raw. Unfortunately he couldn't be dissuaded, but I wasn't going to let that ruin a perfectly good fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He spread my legs and spit on my hole before sliding all nine inches of black fuck-stick into me. I moaned immediately and he started pumping slowly. He knew he tore me up a bit last time and he was trying not to hurt me again. As he pushed all the way into me, I arched my back bringing my head up beside his. I could feel his breath on my cheek as he fucked me, alternating between hard and soft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Who's the biggest you've ever had in you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You are."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one point, I felt my cock twitch and I almost shot my load. He's a total stud with a ton of stamina and he lasted a solid hour before he plunged into my ass and yelled "Fuck, I'm cumming!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He wants a repeat Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thing is, I love the way he fucks. He knows just what buttons to push and he can last quite a while... he can also cum 2-3 times before he's done if he's got enough time. But the condom really bothered me for some reason. It denies a lot of the sensation and I could feel the condom shifting around on his cock more than I could feel his cock inside of me. It was a bit distracting at times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll just have to charm the condom off of him next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-6212849983105714206?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/6212849983105714206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/lantern-returns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/6212849983105714206?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/6212849983105714206?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/lantern-returns.html' title='Lantern Returns'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0MFQH87fSp7ImA9WxdQEUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-3482963799476722209</id><published>2008-06-11T10:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:50:11.105-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-06-11T10:50:11.105-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy Scout'/><title>Farewell Fuck</title><content type='html'>In my first year of college, Scout and I were still together. We were both nineteen, and it was a tough year for him. His parents were going through a tough divorce and I never did find out why, but I think that on some level he blamed himself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had always played with drugs, but he had fallen into his addictions by this point. Nothing out of control but enough that you could tell when he hadn't had a fix. His parents' homophobia was playing heavily on him and  for the first time in our roughly seven years together he began to question his sexuality... to question &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the divorce finalized, his father decided to move out of the area and Scout was going to go with him. I clung to him. I didn't want to let him go. He had been my best friend growing up and he had been my lover. We'd experienced so many firsts together and it broke my heart to think that it would end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days before his move, we got together again. He had inhabited the largest bedroom on the upper floor now with a king sized bed. He bent me over the bed frame and slid into me and we fucked. It was different though. He was more gentle than I remember him being at any other time. We kissed, which we had done before but it wasn't something that we did a lot of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the day before his move, he called me and asked me to come over for a repeat. I wanted to but I couldn't. I couldn't go there, and know that it would be the last time. I think I made some excuse about having to work and I think he knew I was lying. He moved away and I never heard from him again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved him and I still do to this day. Part of me wishes I could go back, and convince him to have stayed... or that I could have gone with him. I was pretty well destroyed from the experience. His confusion at the end hurt me on a level that few others have been able to reach and I blamed myself for that. I kept thinking that if we hadn't lost our virginity together, hadn't known each other or loved each other that maybe he could have grown up straight and had a better life. I closed myself off to people to avoid any risk of pain and I ate. For two years I ate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two years later, I met two people who took the time to break through the defenses I had set in place and slowly, I began to realize that Scout's state of mind hadn't been my fault... that we were both just kids and had been in a poor situation. I also realized that we got to experience something really amazing and slowly I began to get my life back in order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still working the weight off today, but I'm making steady progress. I found out a couple of years later that Scout had moved back into the area. He still never contacted me, and I was fine with that. I don't know if he ever went back to guys or if he found a woman that he could love but I knew that he was okay and still is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and that's enough for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-3482963799476722209?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/3482963799476722209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/farewell-fuck.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/3482963799476722209?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/3482963799476722209?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/farewell-fuck.html' title='Farewell Fuck'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DU8EQHY9fip7ImA9WxdQEUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-5214400607068398022</id><published>2008-06-11T09:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:23:21.866-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-06-11T10:23:21.866-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy Scout'/><title>Bottom on Top</title><content type='html'>This story has a bit of a role reversal. I got to be in control of Scout for once... The time frame for this one is a little fuzzy but I remember the act clearly enough. The storage room that I mentioned in the previous story was now Scout's room in the basement and his parents had given him one of those adjustable beds (the ones with the control to raise the head and the legs). As usual, I was staying over at his house and once the house had gone to sleep we started fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Scout decided he was going to blow me... I don't remember oral being one of his strong suits but I was a teenager and horny and his lips felt good enough. Then he told me that he wanted to try something different; that he wanted me to fuck him. This was the first time he'd ever asked anything like that of me... and the first time I'd ever inserted myself into anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid him on his back and wrapped his legs around me as I slid into him. It was strange at first. Not bad, but not overly great either.  In the few times that I've attempted to top guys since then, I've never been able to cum. I just don't get into it like other guys do. I'm a bottom, through and through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after screwing him slowly for a bit, I pulled out of him and laid my cock on top of his... slowly stroking the both of us. He told me to stop, begged me to stop but put up no physical protest. It didn't take very long at all and Scout started unloading onto his stomach. The feeling of his cock cumming under mine, sent me over the edge shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say that it was a perfectly synchronized orgasm, but things like that don't happen very often and we were two horny and awkward teenagers. The experience was a little jarring for Scout though and later that night he topped me as usual. But this time, he withheld his cum from me. I knew that it was because I hadn't stopped when he told me to and he didn't like that lack of control at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-5214400607068398022?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/5214400607068398022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/bottom-on-top.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/5214400607068398022?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/5214400607068398022?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/bottom-on-top.html' title='Bottom on Top'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DE4DRnc9cSp7ImA9WxdQEUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-7657395080398578653</id><published>2008-06-11T09:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:09:37.969-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-06-11T10:09:37.969-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy Scout'/><title>Summer of my Youth</title><content type='html'>I really wanted to post about Lantern again, but we can't seem to make our schedules work. Believe me though, I'm going to get on that dick again. ;) In the mean time, I thought I'd post a bit more about my sexual escapades with Scout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple of really hot times that come to mind. We were sitting there playing with his Super Nintendo... and as usual, I was pretty horny (for the record, I'm horny 95% of time and when I'm not horny I'm sleeping). Scout was in control though, and he knew just how bad I wanted it.  It was well into the early morning hours and he kept making me wait for it. This agitated me a bit, but he was the top. This game went on for about twenty minutes... and then he took me into a small storage room off of their basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among all the crap that was being stored was a working stereo system but on the floor was a blanket and pillow. We got undressed and he told me to get down on my stomach and bury my head in the pillow. I did as instructed. He lifted my butt up so that I was on my knees with my hands stretched out. Then he slid into me--that feeling I love and crave. He reached over and turned the stereo on and up a bit to stifle the moans, but not loud enough to wake the house and then he went to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held my hands in his as he pumped himself to a huge orgasm. Then he collapsed on top of me and pulled the blanket over us and we just laid like that for a while, doing our best not to fall asleep and be found out in the morning.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course we did fall asleep... but we didn't get found out luckily. It wouldn't have gone over well for him if we had--his parents were notorious homophobes and it was something that they tried to instill in their children...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-7657395080398578653?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/7657395080398578653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/summer-of-my-youth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/7657395080398578653?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/7657395080398578653?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/summer-of-my-youth.html' title='Summer of my Youth'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkEMRnw_eSp7ImA9WxdQEUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-1088409407134193887</id><published>2008-06-10T21:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:24:47.241-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-06-10T22:24:47.241-05:00</app:edited><title>Getting Linked</title><content type='html'>rawTOP linked to me... why am I so turned on by that? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an amazing post over on rawTOP's blog that you should check out: &lt;a href="http://www.rawtop.com/blog/2008/06/thoughts-of-neg-bareback-bottom-taking.html"&gt;Thoughts Of A Neg Bareback Bottom "Taking All Loads"&lt;/a&gt;.  The reason that I encourage you to take a look at that post is because that bottom and I share a lot of the same thought processes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular snippet made my cock stand up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Then, two months later, I was getting fucked by a fuckbuddy (who I've always known is positive) ... he's always fucked me bare but has always pulled out to shoot his load on my back ... with incredible control, I've got to admit. In the last year or two he's played with the idea with me of not pulling out, he's asked me to ask for his cum, but I've always refused. It was hot, and moreso because it was forbidden, socially taboo, a negative boy asking for his daddy's poz cum inside him. But this time, last July, he was fucking me, and telling me to beg for his cum, and I was saying no, and he said "Just say, 'load me up'. And I'll do it." And something in me clicked, and I wanted it so bad, and I said to him "Load me up. Please." And he said "yeah, I'm going to shoot inside you and you're finally going to take my cum". And then I panicked, and I said "no, please don't, I don't want it yet" and he said "It's too late fucker, you asked for it and I'm finally going to give it to you." And he was pumping me harder, and holding me down, and I was crying "no, fuck no" and he started to shoot his cum inside me, and I came, an intense orgasm, shot a huge load in his sheets as he was cumming inside me, for the first time after years of fucking, and it was one of the most amazing orgasms I've ever had.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-1088409407134193887?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/1088409407134193887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/getting-linked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/1088409407134193887?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/1088409407134193887?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/getting-linked.html' title='Getting Linked'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEIDQXw7fip7ImA9WxdQEE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-574385237059498150</id><published>2008-06-09T10:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T10:49:30.206-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-06-09T10:49:30.206-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vader'/><title>Showing Me The Force</title><content type='html'>While I was trying to score a persian guy with a 13" cock, I ended up snagging a really great fuck from a different source. Forty minutes later, I was at his place. He showed me down to his basement, where he had a couch with a sheet over it... He pulled my shirt off and then pulled on my nips, which are super sensitive but it hurt in such a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got my pants off, then he pushed me down on the couch. I felt a few drops of cool lube splatter against my hole and then he started to work his cock back and forth before finally, he slid in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've accurately described how I feel about the act... I get this giddy sense about me when a guy slides into me. It's like I'm meant for this; I've found my place in life. I don't want the feeling to stop. ...and when a guy finally unloads in me, and I can feel his warmth and wetness filling me up... there's just nothing else like it in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a really good fuck. He started off slow, and before I knew it he brought his chest down onto my back and asked me if I wanted it. I moaned a "yes," and he arched up and slammed deeper, giving me his load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, he put on a Star Wars shirt. I've got a special place in my heart for geeks... so we'll call him Vader. I left, and made sure to keep his load in me all night long. It occurred to me, about 3 AM that I'd never even gotten his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;grin&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-574385237059498150?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/574385237059498150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/showing-me-force.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/574385237059498150?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/574385237059498150?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/showing-me-force.html' title='Showing Me The Force'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A08CRn85fyp7ImA9WxdRGUw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-6924494239559954426</id><published>2008-06-08T04:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T05:11:07.127-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-06-08T05:11:07.127-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Boy Scout'/><title>More Scout</title><content type='html'>I spent roughly seven years getting seeded multiple times a day by Scout. We were teenagers, and we'd literally fuck anywhere we could get away with it. As a result I have some really hot memories from my time with him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One particular time comes to mind: It was the summer between our sophomore and junior years of high school. As usual, Scout and I were playing the sleep over game so that we could fuck. He had come over, and no sooner had he gotten in the door than he had my pants around my ankles and was breeding me on the stairs leading down to our basement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother was making dinner, not fifteen feet away with only a sliding door separating us. No lock. Not even a door knob. We were a mess of hushed moans as he thrust himself deeper and deeper into my cunt. He bit down on my shoulder and pushed deep, and I could feel his cock twitching inside me... filling me with the warm wet sensation, leaving his load up in me; the first of several that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thing about Scout is, I always loved the way he fucked with a wild abandon... it was like each fuck would be the last one and we wouldn't see each other again for a long time. We were kids, we were in heat and we gave everything we had to each other. We'd go from playing Super Nintendo to fucking and then back to Super Nintendo... with a load simmering inside me. It also didn't hurt that he'd literally spray, not shoot, cum when he got off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-6924494239559954426?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/6924494239559954426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/more-scout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/6924494239559954426?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/6924494239559954426?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/more-scout.html' title='More Scout'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEEMRnk_fyp7ImA9WxdQFU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-1408344530636908369</id><published>2008-06-07T01:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T08:31:27.747-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-06-15T08:31:27.747-05:00</app:edited><title>Hot Chat</title><content type='html'>I'm out of the action for a couple of days while I heal from the encounter with Lantern. So I thought I'd share a hot little chat I had with a friend of mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: I think it'd be really hot if a guy shot is load in me and whispered in my ear that he was poz. There's something very intimate about that.&lt;br /&gt;Him: I've done that a few times. Just to get a reaction.&lt;br /&gt;Me: They freak out?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think I'd try and get a second load out of a guy if they did that to me.&lt;br /&gt;Him: I've had that reaction. Crying is the best though.&lt;br /&gt;Him: If they cry, I usually hold them down and unload a second time.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hot.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really like to get his load in me... I guess the moral of this story is, if you're fucking bareback be a man about it. Don't be a pussy and cry because you got knocked up. HIV isn't the death sentence it was a decade ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-1408344530636908369?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/1408344530636908369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/hot-chat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/1408344530636908369?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/1408344530636908369?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/hot-chat.html' title='Hot Chat'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DE8GSX87fCp7ImA9WxdRFk8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1290217769936354690.post-8539730857110184052</id><published>2008-06-04T18:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T19:47:08.104-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-06-04T19:47:08.104-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lantern'/><title>Last Saturday</title><content type='html'>So, I got this hit on &lt;a href="http://www.manhunt.net/"&gt;Manhunt&lt;/a&gt; which is rather rare for me but it seemed rather promising. I have a thing for large cock, as you might imagine and he said he was packing 9" of black cock. Turns out he wasn't lying.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I picked him up from work and we ended up back at his place. We started off by seeing just how far down my throat he could get and before long he was invoking my gag reflex. Now I realize that it's a natural reflex... but I really need to work on that. Anyway, he didn't mind since he was literally going deeper than he was used to. But that was only the start of a two hour fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He told me to get down on the floor and slid right in me. No condom. No lube. No spit. Just cock in hole. Man did it feel good. We alternated between him fucking me and me blowing him for the remainder of the session until he blew in my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was really hoping to get some cum in my ass, it was still a lot of fun. It also ended a four month dry spell. We sat there and talked for a bit afterward. Turns out he's a bit of a comic book geek too. For that reason, we'll call him Lantern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's more, he wants to see me again. Next time I'm going to make him use lube though. My ass is still sore today, 4 days later. My poor abused ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1290217769936354690-8539730857110184052?l=www.bareencounters.net' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/feeds/8539730857110184052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/last-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/8539730857110184052?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1290217769936354690/posts/default/8539730857110184052?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bareencounters.net/2008/06/last-saturday.html' title='Last Saturday'/><author><name>BareBottom1980</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>