Solstice

I celebrated the winter solstice last weekend by hooking up with my deaf mate for some fist. It was cold outside but the sun was pouring into his room. He's been having a rough time. He broke his leg in an accident last year and it took a long time to heal. From what I could understand he's also had some melanoma scares. When I saw him last weekend he had had his head shaved - I think because of some lumps on his scalp that the doctor wanted to check. He still has a lean and muscled body, with a great arse, but he has the look of a guy who has lived life the hard way. 

I still hardly understand a word he says but once we get going it doesn't matter. He loves being touched and held. And he goes wild with a fist up his arse. We took turns. I think he took four sessions in the end, while I took three. He's getting rougher with me, in a good way: a couple of times when he wanted to push back into me I signaled no and he pushed into me anyway, and it was fine. He wasn't being stupid about it – he judged it right. He got me very loose and relaxed, to the point where he could finally fuck me with his fist, pushing in and out over his knuckles. I love it. 

He's a bit upset that I'm leaving this city. For whatever reason he's a bit sweet on me. But it was a good note to end on.

Shane

I got a comment from 'Duo' (Matt or Dan, I don't know which) saying what about the poz deaf guy I mentioned some way back and promised to tell you about.

His name is Shane. He's taller than me. In his 40s. Lean, muscles.

First time we hooked up was at the tubs. I was in a cubicle. I'd just had a not so great fuck from a guy I now can't remember. I was just lying there, the door was unlocked. He opened the door, came in and started playing with my arse. I figured he was poz. He had that look. I don't know if it's the virus or the meds. But when he dropped his towel I could also see that he had a big hard dick.

Well you know me. I said I wanted him to fuck me raw. I told him not to come inside me. So I put my legs in the air and he fucked me. It's quite a few months ago so my memory is hazy but I remember it was a really good fuck. He stayed really hard (a lot of guys don't) plus he could push deep enough to hurt me - which makes for an intense sensation.

The next time we hooked up on line and I went to his flat. It was a warm summer's day. He wanted to get fisted so I obliged. We had a long session. I opened him up and played with his hole this way and that way. Later he fucked me in the shower. I can't have had any grease inside me because I remember the unusual sensation of a spit fuck without lube, almost as if his dick was squeaking as he moved it in and out. In between times I remember just stroking and cuddling. He loved being touched. He talked away the whole time. I couldn't understand much: he's deaf and I can't lip read or follow sign language. But I guess you can communicate a lot with touch.

We hadn't hooked up for many months. I had been travelling and he had shattered his knee in an accident. I got in touch on Saturday and went round to his place. His leg is still healing but he wanted some action. First up I fisted him again. Had him doggy style then on his back then on his knees until he blew his wad. I got him to try fisting me. First time I couldn't loosen up enough. We took a break and I fisted him again. I still wanted to feel him inside me. We tried again. This time he got his hand all the way in. Yes! I got him to stay there for a few minutes while I fucked myself on his hand. Afterwards I gave him a long massage and then he did me. There's something about the touch of a man's hands.

I didn't get to sit on his dick. Maybe next time.