Tuesday, June 28, 2011


I had heard stories about Thai and Vietnamese guys being into older white guys but hadn't really tested it until Saturday night. The first guy grabbed me pretty much straightaway. He was 20ish, small, lean and muscled. He wanted to fuck me. His dick was strictly average but he made up for it in energy. He banged me hard and long before blowing into the condom. The second guy wanted to get fucked by a white guy. Sure thing. I took a breather before going roaming again. This time I ended up in a threesome: a young Thai guy and a 30something Scot. After the Thai boy tried to fuck him Scottie hardened up enough to get into my arse. He had a big piece of meat and banged me as if his life depended on it. He must have hit the right spot - cum starting pulsing out of me even though I hadn't had an orgasm. 
Same story on Sunday. First one was a skinny Vietnamese boy with tattoos who got inside me and then rabbit-fucked me. He said he only topped. But ... he sure liked it when I rimmed him. Kept coming back for more. Eventually he asked me in a low voice if I wanted to fuck him. Ok yeah sure. I fucked him doggy style. Muscly little arse, tight hole, yum. I pushed him down lower. There's something special about it – with a lean guy it lets you go in real deep, and having him crouched right down tightens up his hole something amazing. The next one was another skinny kid. He was completely focused on getting my load down his throat. The blowjob wasn't doing much for me so I told him to sit on my dick. He slid down onto me without asking for a condom. He was small and tight. Felt great, but after a while he started whimpering and then called a halt.
I was ready to call it a night – I had played with some sexy guys but somehow it was all a bit too tame. I figured I wasn't going to find it there.
I was wrong. I was wandering around, not really looking any more, when a guy started groping my arse and talking to me. I pushed him off at first – he sounded like another twink looking for vanilla. I'm not sure why I eventually caved but we ended up in a room. He was different. Like the others he was really small – 5'6", 120lb max. But he had a big man-sized dick that was standing tall. The face was different too: big nose, big ears, receding chin, bright eyes ... Imagine a not-pretty but horny skinny jewish boy with a blend of IndoChina. His name was Ken. Ethnically he was Vietnamese-French, he said. 
He said he came after me because my big butt looked so good in the shorts I was wearing. OK guys, this is the first and last time you get anything here on clothes: I was wearing some blue polyester N2N sprinter shorts, without underpants or a jock to hold my junk, so yeah I was looking pretty slutty I guess.   
Ken was pretty good in the slut department himself. We kissed, I rimmed him, he went nuts on my poppers and then wanted to sit on my dick. He didn't hesitate, just slid down onto it raw. Bingo, I finally felt I had found the dirty boy I had been looking for all weekend, though as he slid up and down on me I was also thinking I really wanted to find someone to top me. 
I was misjudging the guy. He was just as keen to get into my arse. I stopped him and had the little barebacking/HIV chat. Maybe I was a bit paranoid after the other guys all used a rubber. He said he was neg. In he went. The sequence blurs a bit after that. We carried on for a couple of hours. He put one load in my arse and then sucked it out of me before crawling back up my body to make out, tasting of arse juice and cum. I told him I sometimes took a fist. He was really turned on by that idea, said he wanted to see my rosebud. He squatted at my feet, completely absorbed as he pushed a few fingers and then his whole hand slowly into my arse. He had me so relaxed that I wasn't even sure he was in there until he told me. I was in heaven as he moved his fist around inside me until something triggered and all of a sudden I was cumming everywhere, laughing and smiling with the sheer joy of it.
I'm usually a goner after I've come but after lying there a while chatting, kissing and stroking I didn't try to stop him when he wanted to fuck me again. This time it was a slower fuck, all the more intense because my arse lips were so sensitive. He eventually dropped another load inside me. At the end of the night we shared a shower. His final stunt was to piss against the shower wall as I stood behind him with arms round his chest. 
I'm still smiling at the memory. Partly it was his body. I'm used to guys with chunky thighs. Ken was different: with no fat on him, plus his big dick, there was a whole landscape to taste and explore between his scrotum and his arsehole, the first guy I've encountered like that since a Japanese boyfriend years ago. Plus he was so completely slutty, game for anything. And sure, the fact that he was into me – including my big arse in the slutty shorts – was a real turn-on, no doubt about it. We're going to keep in touch, see if we can rendezvous somewhere in Europe some time and carry on where we left off.


Thursday, June 16, 2011


I got a text from my Samoan fuckbud. "My balls are the size of melons. I want to rape your arse". I said I would go to his place during my lunch break.
Usual story. He was in bed, on his back. Wanted me to warm him up. I nuzzled his pits, licked up some of that man smell. Made me hard. I tried to fuck him but he wouldn't let me in his hole. 
I went back to licking his pits, pulling on his nipples, then lifted his legs and rimmed him. He wanted me to sit on his dick. Eventually he was in me though he wasn't particularly hard. 
As he started sliding his dick in and out he hardened up. He pulled out, flipped me onto my back and got on top. As he worked up some momentum he pushed my legs right back so he could go deeper. Another five minutes and he was pounding me before coming.
That's when it got interesting. So far it had been a so-so fuck. I thought he would pull out and I would leave. Nope. He left his dick in me and said he wanted to go again. His dick was already harder than it had been before when he came in me. He started to pump in and out, long, slow and juicy. The sensation was intense. I found myself lying there squirming, laughing, wrapping my legs around him, running my hands up and down his back and thighs, trying to pull him deeper into me. He continued for quarter of an hour.
Then came the point where he decided to go for it. He put all his weight on top of me and started banging it into me, pelvis hard against pelvis, before coming with a roar. He pumped me a little while longer. When he pulled out I put my mouth straight onto his dick to get a taste of all the juices.
He paused for a minute then swung round and sat on my face while digging his nails into my nipples. I sucked on his hole then on his dick then licked his taint. Lick, repeat. He pulled on my nipples, hard. I blew my load in about two minutes. 
I wandered back down the hill to the office, enjoying the sunshine, the freshly fucked feeling and the knowledge I had a couple of loads in my arse. Hey ho.

Saturday, June 11, 2011


Funny how one thing leads to another. I was skimming the latest post from Ace. Ace of course starred in a series of posts – all the way from sizzling to sweet – from my all-time favourite gay sex blogger, The Breeder, before starting his own blog.
Yesterday Ace mentioned in passing his favourite porn site, BerlinStar Film. I took a look. And what do I find but Fickstutenmarkt: the movie. I have only watched the preview but I can see it's going to be hard to resist buying the full version. I had posted here previously about going to FSM one time in Mannheim. Before that I had gone once in Berlin. I went again last summer in Berlin but hadn't blogged about it. 
I should have. It became quite a story. The previous week I had spent a night at Böse Buben and some of the cane welts were still visible on my arse. At FSM these caught the eye of the deckhelfer who hooded and tied me after I had stripped down. He slapped my arse and teased me about them and we kept chatting during the evening at times when I wasnt getting dicked. 
We ended up hooking up a few days later. We spent a long slow Sunday afternoon doing most of the things a couple of kinksters can do to each other with dicks, tongues, fists and a strap. For the finale we lay there tongues down each other's throats while he pressed a series of cigarettes against the skin just under my navel. I wanted to have something to remember him by. The scar has now faded a bit but the memories are still sharp.   

Friday, June 10, 2011


The hookup with the Samoan guy and his buddies was a bit of a fizzer. Started well – I walked in and he was kneeling naked on some cushions, arse up in the air. I pushed my tongue straight into his crack. Nice. After a minute he started doing that whimpering thing he did last time I rimmed him. 
It was mostly downhill from there. Dunno if he was on P or just all poppered up but he was hard to keep up with. Wanted his arse licked lying down then his cock sucked then his arse licked standing up then ... And the traffic was all one way. 
It got interesting for a while when one of his fuckbuds turned up. Marrried guy, 40ish, big dick. He fucked my face and then rubbered up and fucked the Samoan. But it was all over in 15 minutes. The other guys that were supposed to turn up never showed. So I decided to call it a day.
I was still horny so I texted a guy I have played with a few times. Since he first fisted me a few years ago he has gone onto meds and says he is now undetectable. He has come in me at least once. He texted right back to say he was up for some fun. I got there and stripped down. First time he tried I couldn't relax enough to take his fist. He eventually pulled out, then I felt his dick sliding into me. He's big and uncut and he's always hard. He fucked me doggy style for a while while I lay there moaning – it just felt so good. I got him to try fisting me again. He got in but it was too intense for me and I got him to pull out. 
After a pause I flipped onto my back and took him that way. Bullseye! I loosened up enough that he could fuck me with his fist, pushing and pulling it back and forth through my ring. I have only managed that once before, at a party in Sydney. I just lay there laughing with the joy of it, rubbing my feet against his neck as he worked his fist in and out, laughing along with me. 

More Samoans?

The Samoan kid with the Raybans from last year has texted me a few times since then. We hooked up once in the park – his scene was kneeling down on the grass sucking on a bottle of poppers while I ate him out. He texted again this week. "Wen u free?" We sorted out a time. Then it got interesting. "Swt got a mate who wants his cock sucked too." Yesterday I asked him what he was looking for. "Fuck ur throat while da other guys have their way u like gettin fuckd?" So it sounds as if the little fucker has been inviting a few mates. Could get interesting.

I've hooked up with the other Samoan a few times since I last posted. I'll tell you about that some other time. The last txt I got from him said "fuk I wanna pound your arse and breed that manhole!" Yeah he's a bit of a poet. 

Sunday, June 5, 2011


I got woken around 6am by a text from the skinny white boy who wants to get his arse whipped. He doesn't get in touch often. But when he does he really needs it.
He had been out drinking. He was still in the city. It was raining and we couldn't go to his place or my place. We ended up going to one of the toilets on the coast.
He's not much of a spanko – he won't take anything too hard. But when he heard I had got a cane he told me to bring it. 
We went into a wheelchair-sized cubicle, complete with diaper table. Plenty of room to swing a stick. He stripped down. I started with a rubber slapper. After a minute or two of that he stopped me – too much noise. He wanted the cane instead.
I was enjoying the view. The guy would be in his 30s, maybe 5' 10", naturally lean, long back, tight little butt. He's a petrolhead – just bought an old E55 Merc. He's got that nerdy character you get with some guys who are into computers or machines. 
I started with the cane, sets of six, just flicking it at his arse, not using any force. He hissed once or twice when I went low or high. As he warmed up I put more wrist into it. He seemed to have much more tolerance of the cane than the strap I had used on him previously. Most of the strokes I gave him were little stingers that didn't leave a real welt. He started jacking his dick after each set. 
After 15 minutes I figured he was ready for the real thing. Now he was really feeling it. When I inspected his arse after each set I was starting to see and feel welts. A couple more sets and he took a hit of poppers and told me to go for it. He bent back down, stuck his arse out and gripped the bar as I started whipping him continuously. After a minute he grabbed his dick and started spewing cum all over the floor. I eased off but kept whipping him till he had finished. 
That was it. I dropped him off near his house then went home and back to bed.