Old times again

Last month I had a week back home. I was busy with work and friends but I had one night with Jamie. We started about 1am after he finished work. To get in the mood he started on the bottle of rum I had brought in from the duty-free. He fucked me for a while but didn't come. He was more interested in getting his fist into my hole – he hasn't been able to find anyone else to fist since I left. He's got a big hand but got into me on the first go in only a few minutes. I guess I was hungry for it too.
After a bit of a break he went in again. I was more relaxed the second time round plus I was feeling piggy, seeing him after nearly a year away. I told him to go for it. We took our time but he slowly pushed in, deeper than he's been in me before. It was kinda special: he's not normally a kisser but that changes when he's drunk. So there we were, his arm in me halfway to the elbow, and he was resting on top of me with his tongue down my throat. All slow and easy but raunchy at the same time.  It was one of those times when all is good with the world.
When he's drunk Jamie also gets real chatty and funny. It was one of those nights. I don't remember much more except that at the end, when I knew I had to go, I got greedy. My arse was sore from having him inside me earlier but I wanted more. I told him to try to get back in there and just wreck my hole. He took a bit of persuading – he's very careful when he's got a few drinks in him  – but then he got that kid-in-a-toyshop look in his eye, lubed up and got down to it. I've never loosened up to the point where he could punch fist me but he got close, before I eventually had to call a halt. Afterwards he just lay there staring at my hole in disbelief – he can't believe he got this lucky – fingering me and telling me to keep pushing out. I dragged myself back to the hotel just before dawn.

Dumb but fun

I guess that means me rather than him. Let me tell you what I mean.
We arranged to rendezvous at a small local club. Hiro shook off the snow, stripped and put his gear in a locker and disappeared into the toilet. He emerged just wearing a jock.
We didn't wait to get to a cubicle. I started on his nipples. Hard. He whimpered but didn't  flinch. I took him through to a cubicle, bent him forward and started tonguing his hole. He tasted good and made all the right noises. Within a minute I was hard. Another few minutes and we were in the cubicle with the door half open and I had my dick deep in his hole. No rubber.
The thing is, we had had chatted online beforehand. He told me he was poz. When I pressed further he said he wasn't yet on meds and had a high viral load. So we would have to play safe. Anything else would be stupid, right? And unnecessary.
So like I say, within five minutes I was spit fucking him raw. Over three and a half hours I dicked him standing, on his back, on his side, in the sling, before I fisted him, while I was fisting him. And at the end I dropped a load in him. No, I'm genuinely not a chaser. But I was turned on like crazy while I was fucking him. Explain that please.
I don't mean to spend a whole post whingeing about how stupid I've been. We have to live with the consequences of our actions, I guess. And it's not exactly as if I've been playing safe these past few months. But by any rational standard this was pretty stupid.
Back to Sunday. Hiro was 30ish,  5'9", 150. Nice body, short hair. Really small dick. And he made it clear he was all bottom. Really wanted to get fisted.
We clicked right from the start. The thing is, I'm mostly bottom myself, as you know. Yet I found myself all horned up the whole night, wanting to do to him the things I usually want a top to do to me.
He was certainly a natural sub. Early on, once it was clear he could take it rough, I made him close eyes and put hands on his head while I put a talon tit clamp on him. That thing hurts like a bitch. He stood there and took it. Whimpered as I played with it, even more when I tugged. But he took it.
He was completely pliant. I wanted him on his back, he went on his back. I wanted him to sit on my dick while I dug my nails into his nipples, he did it. I wanted to spank his arse and his hole after I finished eating him out: all good by him.
The original point of hooking up was to fist him. I had limited expectations, apart from getting to play with a younger guy with a nice body. With fisting I mostly get off on bottoming and beforehand I was wondering whether I could even get him to flip. He had said he had no real experience, that his ex had complained he was a useless fister.
I'll tell you later how that turned out. But the revelation of the session was what a turn-on it could be to fist a guy like him – narrow waist, really tight hole, really wanting to be opened up. His hole was as tight as fuck. I don't have big hands but I struggled to get into him, and could really only make it work with my left hand, which is smaller. But once I was in there ... WOW! With my fist in there up to the wrist there was a ring about where my knuckles sat. He loosened up enough to let my knuckles through and not much more. But the sensations! For him and for me.
I think most of the guys I've fisted up till now have had a lot more room inside their shitter – so once you're through the anus it's pretty easy going for a while, at least until you try to go deep. With Hiro it was tight tight tight all night, to the point my hand hurt just from being in there. Yet he kept begging me to punch my way in or push deeper. It was intimate and intense and wonderful.
It helped that he was a big kisser. Like me he got off on kissing during the most intense moments – while being fisted or fucked or having his nipples wrecked.
One more thing. A light went off in my brain at one point. I suddenly realised why Jamie gets such a high when he fists me. I think it's the same thing: my hole is really tight, I never loosen up to the point where his fist just gets sucked in, it always involves a lot of effort from me and from him. And the whole time he's in there his fist is being tightly gripped by the muscles in my arse. That means that any movement generates intense sensation for both of us. So that realisation – the parallel between what Hiro was feeling as a bottom and what I get with Jamie – was my eureka moment for January.
Speaking of which ... After two frustrating weekends I wanted to get some action in my hole too. I didn't have high expectations but I got Hiro to lube up and try my hole. His hands are real small so that wasn't too much of a challenge. He was scared of hurting me so I had to keep telling him to push. Eventually I got up, told him to lie on his side and aim his arm straight up. I slid down it and then went nuts on it for a few minutes. Sometimes a man's gotta do ...
He didn't seem too traumatised by it in the end. In fact he emailed me last night to say how much he had enjoyed fisting me. I think there's a lesson in there for confirmed bottoms – for both of us, in fact.
So that was my big night with Hiro. I don't know whether it will go anywhere. Even though I had my tongue down his throat for much of the night I'm not looking for anything romantic. But the idea of seeing how much further I can take his pain slut side turns me on. He said he's game for it. I said I wanted to cane him. We'll see. Certainly he said he liked the way I worked him over, and wanted to do it again. And the idea of getting back into his hole makes my dick hard.
I'll keep you posted.

Wen r u bak i want it

Just had a few days back home. Started getting horny texts and emails from Jamie the week or two before I got there. He took the day off. I had vodka, rum and smokes from the duty-free so we got comfortable on the sofa and got quietly wasted. 
Like always he wanted to fuck me before anything else. He's back into one of those phases where he's freaking out about bareback. Said it wasn't worth the mental anguish. So he rubbered up before he slid into me. He was cursing it at the same time – he hates condoms, doesn't stay hard so easily. But otherwise it was like old times. Fucked me for half an hour, missionary style, finally started banging me hard, pelvis to pelvis, and blew a load. 
After a smoke and more booze he wanted to get his fist in me. It was sweet. I was  relaxed and he got into me first time round. He's still fascinated by my hole and wants to get into me deeper. The last time in July he had started to find a route past first base. This time he went exploring again, fingers outstretched, looking for some depth. I sucked  on some poppers and he just pigged out inside me, pushing, twisting, probing. I was pretty much delirious.
It turned into a long night. Jamie gets real talkative when he's got liquor in him. Plus it was a Friday night so he was getting texts from some of his mates. He invited one of them up to play - some slut from nearby who wanted to get fucked. Not really my type: short, porky, completely passive. He wanted fist as well. I tried but couldn't get into him. He eventually left.
Then Jamie started getting texts from one of his straight/bi mates. He turned up around midnight, completely wasted. It was helluva funny. James and Steve were abusing each other, replaying years of parties, booze, girls and sex. I was just sitting in front of them on the floor, naked, watching porn on the TV. Jamie eventually got into Steve's pants, got him hard, sucked on his dick for a while. This went on - smokes, more vodka, cocksucking, more chat - for hours. Steve kept shedding clothes until he was starkers as well. 
Jamie was pimping my hole, wanted Steve to fuck me. He tried a few times, always with a rubber, but couldn't keep it up for more than a few minutes. At one point he got me to eat his arsehole. Mmmm. The guy was hot, no doubt about it. He had a bit of a gut but he had a muscly butt, with fine blond hair all up his taint and hole. His hole was kinda raunchy. There was enough booze in me and enough sex in the air that it just turned me on more. I hardened up fast and jacked myself while I sniffed and ate him out. The taste lingered on my lips. 
About 3am something changed. Steve must have decided he wanted to get off. He took charge, got me on my knees on the couch and just pushed straight in, no rubber. The guy is six foot, big uncut dick. He was still sloppy drunk and it was a sloppy drunk rough fuck. He banged me hard for a while, pausing to pull all the way out then drive all the way back in. Jamie was urging him on, calling me a dirty bareback slut.
Eventually Steve gave up, said he couldn't come. He was still half hard when he pulled out. I fingered my hole and tasted it. The bastard had stealthed me. 
Jamie eventually kicked him out, still wasted, around 4am. We slept a few hours before he had to get up for work, hung over but complaining because he hadn't woken up early enough to fuck me again.

Missing me

It's been a few weeks now since I had my last session with Jamie and then left town. 
I sent him an email over the weekend complaining I wasn't getting any action up here, told him to send me an email about who he is rooting now he hasn't got me to play around with. I got an email back:

nothing much to report apart from the odd bit of casual encounters, to be quite honest im not even remotely interested in reporting back the usual boring stuff. i want the nasty five times over in your face rosebud cumpig loving hours on end hot sweaty dripping long sessions.... i want the lie on your back with the crisco next to you kind of excitement.... i wanna fuck someone knowing my fist is gonna be in their hole after i blow kind of fun....sadly none of that.. just the usual normal stuff....
DAMN YOU FOR SHOWING ME THE NASTY!!!! IM OVER NORMAL SEX I WANT THE NASTY!!!! I WANNA TIE SOMEONE UP AND FIST THEM TIL THEY BLOW IN MY MOUTH I WANT THE NASTY!!!!
i walk and drive past your street all the time so i think of you often... ill be driving then a greasy fist will suddenly appear in front of me and ill be like oh thats my mate hahaha or a nice rosebud and ill be like oh thats my mate hahahaha

I couldn't have put it half as well.   

I like em pint size

Yeah that's what Jamie said to me yesterday when we hooked up. He was explaining why he enjoyed fucking me haha. He had had another trick a week ago while I was away but said the guy was too big. I hadn't exactly thought of myself as pint size – I'm 5'8" and 160lb. But Jamie is a lot bigger and taller, maybe 200lb, and a lot stronger. A few times when he's fucked me he's just picked me up from the bed and carried me to the sofa or picked me up with his dick inside me to fuck me standing up. 

Yesterday he seemed particularly horned up. He said it was a week since he had last hooked up. As usual we started with me sitting on him while he rocked up into me. Then he got up on his knees, pushed my legs back and fucked me missionary style. At times it got really intense - when he's extra hard he seems to gain a bit of length which makes it painful for me but in a good way, if you know what I mean. He went for about half an hour before he put a load in me. 

I told him I wanted his fist again. He tried both hands but once he had me loosened up he switched to his left. We knew from last time that it seemed easier to get his left hand in the last inch or two. I must have been feeling relaxed: within ten minutes he had his left hand in me up to the knuckles. I could feel that I had loosened up enough to take him the rest of the way. A few final hits of amyl and he slid in all the way to the wrist.

It's hard to describe the sensation of having a fist in you. This time for some reason was quite special. Jamie has a big hand so it was still tight and the sensation was intense. It made me hungry for intimacy. He doesn't kiss but I reached out and pulled him down to me, wrapped my hands around his head, pulled his face down alongside mine, ran my hands up and down his back, held him close ...

At some point I think I twisted onto my side, and then I was up on my knees, wanting to feel him from different angles. I was breathing hard and making a lot of noise. He moved his fingers in me a bit but didn't try to fuck me with his fist. I don't think I was loose enough for that. From what Jamie told me today he was in me for about ten minutes. There came a point where the sensation was too much to take and I asked him to pull out. I was on my belly at this point. He wasn't finding it easy. Eventually I just moved forward and pulled off him. Aaahhh! Fuck that was hard. I just lay there overwhelmed for a few minutes till I got my head back together. When I recovered I was still hungry for closeness. I remember wrapping myself around him, sort of purring or whatever you call the noises you make when you just have to be skin to skin everywhere with the guy who's been doing magical things inside your guts. 

We lay there for a well just replaying the whole thing. He is completely hooked on it. He loves looking at my arse, playing with it and above all getting up inside it. I think he would do it all day if I could take it. Next time he wants to video it. I forget sometimes that this is all new to him. When I was wondering why it was so hard to get his fist out of me at the end I asked whether he had his fingers extended or in a fist. He said he had been holding them in a fist. Duh.
He texted me today to see if I was up for another round. He was all horned up again and gave me the second load he had promised but not delivered yesterday. I got to enjoy it more too – I hate the flavor of the Vaseline lotion he always uses so this time I took some silicon lube instead. After he pulled out I reached down and pushed out a handful of fresh Vaseline-free jizz to lick off my fingers. Yuummm. I wanted his fist again. We tried but couldn't get in that last inch. Still too tender from yesterday. I think that might have something to do with the fact that he made a fist inside me as I was pulling off yesterday ... 
We compromised. I pushed out some more of his jizz and used it to jack off while he sat on my face and I ate him out. It didn't take me three minutes haha.

Jamie

Things are warming up with my Samoan fuckbud. He's getting in touch every weekend. 
Friday he texted me to see if I could go up to his place for a quickie at lunchtime (couldn't unfortunately). Saturday he sent me another message. I went over round 2pm. He had a Fort Troff video playing. Usual story: he wanted to drop a load in my arse before anything else. He was really horned up. Once he gets going he likes to have me on my back, legs pushed right back. He works my nipples hard because he knows that makes me want more dick. He pushes deep into me and then just grinds away, pelvis to pelvis. He can easily go half an hour like that, and he's a big guy, so it gets intense. For the last minute he was banging me extra hard. I could tell when he came because I felt the heat as he blew his load into me. After he pulled out I pushed my fingers in hoping to get a mouthful. I got a taste but nothing more.
We relaxed for a while watching the video – lots of piss, then fisting and fucking. I asked if he wanted to have another go at getting his fist into me. Last weekend he thought he had got into me but he hadn't gone all the way, only as far as his knuckle. He was keen to have another go. First time he tried was a replay of last weekend: he got as far as the knuckle but couldn't go further.  I got him to pull out and we relaxed for a while. 
Eventually I said to have another go. It wasn't easy. I was on my back, on the bed. He was just using one hand, and the angle didn't quite seem right. But finally I could tell that it just needed a bit of a push to get in all the way. I rocked and twisted, trying to get the angle right, until I felt it happening.
Then he was in. Aahh fuck! It was just too intense. 
"You'll need to take it out". 
He just looked at me. "I can't".
"Just straighten your fingers and pull slowly backwards".
"I can't. It won't come out."
Aahh ... I couldn't take it. I braced myself and just pulled off him. Sheeit! Whew. 
I just lay there for a minute, overwhelmed. He had a big hand. Pulling off had hurt.
Then he fessed up. It wasn't that he couldn't take it out. It was just that having finally got all the way in he didn't want to pull out. I abused him about it. He just laughed. Prick. 
It was nice just lying there touching, with my arse throbbing and the smell of jizz in the air. I was feeling extra relaxed. I said to him to try one more time. I could tell straightaway that this time was different. I don't know whether it was the angle or the j-lube or what but I could tell that he was going in easily. It happened quite fast. He got in as far as the knuckle. I rolled onto my side, pulled my legs up and started bucking to help with the final inch or two. All of a sudden he was all the way in. This time my arse was relaxed. I rolled onto my back and lay there just loving the sensation of having him inside me.
He was like a kid with a Xmas present. It was clear from the first time we talked about fisting that he was fascinated by it and wanted to get into my hole. The other week when he got most of the way in he had taken a couple of pictures with his phone. Now he was in me up to his wrist, the first time he had got his fist inside another guy. We lay there for a while as he moved around in me, tested how far he could push and pull and tried opening his fingers out. He was babbling away about wanting to video it and put it up on xtube. Next time, bud. 
I eventually got him to pull out. He asked if he could fuck me again. You kidding? I pulled my legs back to my ears and smiled at him. Yeehaa! This time he had a load in me within five minutes. 
The interesting thing is that he seems to be getting more relaxed with me. More chatty, more funny. Talks more, touches me more even if he still doesn't kiss. I think he likes that I respond so much. I go wild when he plays with my nipples or when he gets his fist inside, I end up bucking and jerking like crazy. Yeah he likes that. At the start when he fucks me he makes me sit on him with my knees on the bed and sometimes the sensation is so intense I lie on his chest as he is pushing up into me from behind and i hold onto his head, real tight. Mmmm. This could get interesting.