Friday, July 22, 2011


I gave you a quick account of my hook-up with Yoshi but I don't think I really conveyed the flavour of it all. It was quite special.
That was partly the fact of the sleepover. I'm not one to root and run but the reality is that I hardly ever end up spending the whole night with a trick. I'm not even sure that Yoshi counts - we turned the light off around 3am and were up by 6am. And I woke him up to put a load up his arse around 4.30am. But for me there there is something special about waking up with a guy you are hot for. 
And I was certainly hot for him. It was a few things. I really like his body. A lean guy with smooth olive skin, big hands, big feet and a face that has seen a lot of life... 
The intimacy of it all was quite special. Most of the time we were awake we were kissing. Yoshi has a big tongue that he could push a long way into my mouth. Gripping it with my teeth and holding it there while I pulled his nipples or squeezed his balls was a buzz. He would purr if I licked his face or bit him on the nape of the neck. 
Maybe part of it was just the easy connection between two pain pigs. At one point I worked his nipples quite intensely for a few minutes. He lay there staring into my face, eyes wide open, the whole time. At another point we were talking about experience of being hurt. I showed him where I had the cigarette scar from Berlin, just under my navel. It turned out he had one himself, right on his belly button – a memento from a guy with whom he had spent a few months in a master-slave relationship.  
And I think there is also something about the fact that he was poz. It's not that I'm wanting to get pozzed myself. But for whatever reason I seem to find a rapport with poz guys I hook up with that I don't always enjoy with other guys. Maybe it's just that I feel I can be as slutty as I want with guys who are already poz. Certainly I felt with Yoshi that I could be completely uninhibited, suggest anything, try anything, tell him anything.
I don't know when I'll be back there but I know I will be wanting to spend a weekend with him, naked, before I do anything else. And this time I want his hand all the way up my arse. Just need to get past that last big knuckle ...  

Sunday, July 17, 2011


Yoshi's profile said he was poz, bottom, into fisting. I had work stuff until late Monday night so it was midnight before he arrived at the hotel. I liked him immediately. Tall, real skinny, liked kissing. We opened a beer, talked, felt each other all over, kissed. I turned the airconditioning off. We spent about an hour just making out and chatting before we got physical. I pulled his head back over the side of the bed so I could push my dick all the way down his throat. He was a good little pig, let me choke him with my dick before I bent down and licked his face. He wanted my fist so I pulled his briefs off, lubed him up and got in there. He eventually took me almost as far as the elbow. I wanted his fist too. He got most of the way but not the final knuckle - he had big hands. He left me sore but happy. We kissed and cuddled and talked before sleeping. 
I woke up hard a couple of hours later, sweating in the heat. I kept my eyes closed, just nosed down his body to his hole, stuck my tongue in and then my dick. He's a dancer, really flexible body. I folded his legs right back behind his ears and starting fucking him, slow at first then harder and faster as I pumped down into him from above. I blew a load into him five minutes later as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. 

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Where's my bitch?

I don't think I've told you before about the Spaniard. He sent me a message on a local dating site. I hooked up with him one time a few months ago. He's a big guy, 30ish, has a foot fetish, is into flip-flops. He has a big fat uncut dick. He likes to take charge. Last time he spanked me with the flip-flops and then fucked me. It was kind of fun. He has sent me a few messages since then. For one reason or another the timing hasn't worked out. But today I was back in town and he was horny.
I was running a bit late. He texted me: "Where's my bitch?" When I got there he dropped his sweats and pulled me onto his dick while he put his nose into a bottle of amyl. Once I had him hard and juicy he told me to strip and took me over the other side of the room. Sitting back on the sofa he could get me to suck on his dick while he kept spanking me. 
We tried variants on this. A couple of times he leant down and hoisted me over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, getting me to jerk him with one hand while he held me up. 
I was getting a bit bored - there was no rhythm to the spanking and it was getting irritating rather than stimulating. I reminded him he'd said he wanted to give me a proper belting. I gave him the strap and explained what he needed to do. He gave me a couple of dozen but I don't think his heart was really in it. Eventually we ended up with him back on the sofa slapping my arse while I licked his feet and sucked his dick.
Then he wanted to fuck me. Last time he insisted on wearing a rubber. I said I didn't have one and just to go ahead anyway. He didn't protest. He pushed my head onto the floor and nailed me from above. The weight of him felt good as he pushed down into me but he wasn't very hard. He pulled out and got me to suck him off, giving me a big but bitter load in the back of my throat. 
This all left me a bit unsatisfied. As I left I texted my Samoan FB who lived nearby. Come on round, he said, I want to rape your arse. As usual he wanted a lazy start – he was on his back in bed, wanting me to play with his nipples and suck his dick until he hardened up. Then I knelt over him so he could slide it in. He pushed up into me, pushed it deep, kept rocking into me for 20 minutes (with one eye on a machofucker scene on the TV behind me ...) until he was warmed up. Then he threw off the blanket, stripped off his shirt, flipped me onto my back and started banging me. I felt his load go into me 10 minutes later, partly because I felt his dick pulse but more because I felt the wetness and heat from his cum as he spurted into me. I dipped a finger into my arse for a taste. Yum.
He was a bit more chatty than usual. Talked about a few of his other fuckbuds (all of them white guys – said he doesn't go for brown guys at all, and most of them straight with wives or girlfriends by the sound of it). Sounds as if he flips (he took a load up his arse from one of them last night).  At one point he asked if I was negative – we hadn't discussed status since the first time we hooked up. I said I had tested negative for everything in May. He thought he was ok – his fuckbuds were all negative. I said he should get tested himself. He told me about a kinky scene from the week before – a white married guy who turned up with a video of his wife getting fucked by another guy, wanted my mate to humiliate him and piss on him. We had a bit of a laugh – good to know the straight guys have got their kinks too. 
So that was my Saturday.