Ho hum

Furry guy has gone quiet on me. I messaged him a few times but each time he said he was working. We'll see if he resurfaces. I enjoyed him: it's not easy to find a top with a big hard dick who just pushes in and bangs you hard. And then does much the same thing with his fist. And for a bonus he had a lean and hairy body and a great face hidden behind the bad hair and the glasses. 
Meantime I've got K to keep me happy. I overnighted at his place at the weekend. For the time being he seems to have stopped worrying about getting addicted to kinky sex. He pissed inside me again on Saturday. He gets a kick out of it the way a 10-year old boy gets a buzz out of doing something verboten. But mostly it's the usual basics. Sucking each other, him fucking me, rimming me, sucking my pits, demanding my spit. And then sliding his fist into me. 
K now routinely pushes his dick into me raw, especially at the start when he's been licking my hole. Getting spit fucked raw when he's just opening me up hurts like fuck initially but it's a huge turn-on and feels much better than when he rubbers up and slathers lube all over my hole. On Sunday morning he woke me up as he pushed his raw dick into my arse. After some more sleep I finally got off a few hours later just sitting down on his dick and fucking myself up and down on it. He didn't come this time so I still haven't got a load of his cum in my hole. I haven't been getting fucked by anyone else, and certainly not bareback, so maybe he's decided he can live with a certain amount of risk.
Best of all – I guess this means I'm getting old and soft – is just lying there holding each other and kissing. Sunday morning when it was time to go he didn't want to let go. I think he's looking for something more than a fuck bud.

Spring is here

And I'm a happy little piggy. I have two hard, hung tops who are rough fuckers and also like to fist. They're both busy this weekend but normally one or the other is up for some action.
I haven't told you before about Furry Guy. Most Japanese have hair in their pits and their pubes but not much more. Furry guy has hair everywhere, including his arse. Sadly he's not into sweaty pits or getting rimmed, which is a waste. He makes up for it elsewhere. He's not as long as K-boy but he's thick and always hard. And he's very athletic in the way he uses his dick. He especially likes pistoning down into me from above. 
We last hooked up a couple of weeks ago. He's a quiet type, hides behind a lot of hair and big glasses. With the pants and the glasses off he's lean, hot and sexy, with a little furry butt and great lips. He says he hasn't fisted many guys but he seems a natural, knows his way in and what he wants once he gets in. The first time he fisted me I found I could only take it for a few minutes – whatever he was doing, it was so intense I had to get him to pull out. This time I was determined to find a way to take it. I lasted a lot longer but I still don't have the loose hole I need to take what he wanted to give me. I'll persevere. 
Meanwhile things have got interesting with K-boy. Last weekend started the usual way: he wants to taste my pits (I don't shower for a day beforehand) and my pants to get himself horned up. Then he pushed me onto the bed and stuck his tongue down my throat. He wants my spit so I give it to him. This time when he's ready to fuck me he just pushes straight into my hole, no rubber. He's a sweet guy but he's merciless when he's inside me. The last half inch still hurts like fuck, and he doesn't hold back. 
After fucking me every which way he gets back face to face,  pushes his dick back inside me and sticks his tongue down my throat. Can you feel that, he asks me. I can't, but then he smirks and I realise he's pulling his old trick. He's pissed in my hole. He makes a pig of himself there for the next half an hour: fucking me and fingering me while I have a load of his piss inside me, rimming me, kissing me. He delights in the sheer naughtiness of it. I complain that no guy has ever done this to me before. He says I'm the only guy he's ever done it with, blames me for starting it. Totally not true. Eventually I end up squatting over him and sliding down onto his dick, still raw. It's a strange but sexy sensation when a trickle of piss leaks while I'm riding him. At the end I sit on his face so he can take a lick but I'm still holding in whatever is left inside.
We take a pause for a drink. He gets serious. He's worrying again that he's getting so hooked on this kinky stuff that he will lose interest in vanilla sex with other guys. When we first had that conversation I thought he was talking about the barebacking. That's still an issue, though this time he spent more time in me raw than with a rubber. I tell him I haven't barebacked since I got back from my trip, that I don't intend to, but that I will tell him if it happens. He takes this on board. I've never made that sort of commitment to another guy before.
I hadn't planned this but I say more. If he's really worried about getting hooked on the kinky stuff we should go back to vanilla, or just stop having sex. I like him, I say, and I'd like to keep seeing him regardless, even if it means we're going out for a drink or a movie but not fucking. 
K is quiet and thoughtful. We just hold each other. I like that, just wrapping ourselves around each other, enjoying the moment.  
So we'll see where it goes. Apart from the fact we have great sex I just really like being with him, though we haven't spent much time together outside the bedroom. 
         

Lost in translation

I hooked up again with K-boy last night. Earlier he had told me he was busy. Then he got in touch in the afternoon to ask if I was still free. Turned out he had arranged to fuck another guy around middle of the day but he hadn't got off and was still feeling horny.
I'm now getting to know what he likes – sweaty pits, eating me out, swallowing as much saliva as I can give him, long kisses. I had an empty stomach so even managed to deep throat him briefly before starting to gag again. I need to work on my technique.
But that's all foreplay. Before too long he rubbers up and he's back in my hole, big and hard as ever. He must have been frustrated from lunchtime: as soon as he got into me he started pummelling me, hurt like fuck but getting banged pelvis to pelvis is also a huge turn-on. 
And so it went, for about three hours. Making out long and slow, some hard fucking, while in between he buries his tongue in my arse or my pits and pigs out. And he fisted me. When he has his fist in my hole he watches it the way a little boy watches a new toy: wide-eyed, completely absorbed. 
He has a tall mirror near the bed. His big dick sticking out from his lean legs and torso is great to watch. So is the variation: up high, plunge fucking me as I'm on my back with legs wide; kneeling between my legs and just swivelling his pelvis as he slides in and out. All good. Only let-down is that when he's fucking me that hard I can't get it up at all – I was limp most of the night.
Eventually he lay back and jacked himself while I licked his armpit. He squirted a big load over the two of us then squirmed as a I licked it all up – he gets ticklish after he cums.
Then we kissed and talked. I had been teasing him about him saying no more kinky stuff – when he said it originally I thought he was only half serious, and I thought he was just a bit worried about getting hooked on piss play and fisting. At one point he asked if I minded that we hadn't done any piss play this time. I was a bit puzzled: it was more his kick than mine, and it was really his call whether he wanted to do it. 
As he went on, talking about his reasons for being uneasy about the "hentai" stuff I slowly realised I had completely missed the point. What he had been getting at the previous week (and the time before, too) was the unsafe stuff – sticking his dick in me raw so he could piss up my arse, or the times when he had stuck his dick in me raw for a few minutes just for the fun of it, or maybe because he knew I got off on it. He talked about the big spike in infections in this town right now among local guys (I had to admit that was news to me) and explained why it would be such a problem for him at work if he got infected. Stuff like that. He was matter of fact about it, wasn't trying to guilt me out or anything, just explaining why it was an issue for him.
I felt a bit stupid because I had so completely missed the point earlier but also embarrassed because I had been making a joke out of something he had been trying to tell me as a serious point. I emailed him later to apologise. He came back to reassure me there was nothing to apologise for.
The funny thing is I had been starting to think that maybe I should stop barebacking with other guys if that was going to be an issue for K-boy. I enjoy screwing around but if I knew I was going to get his dick every week I would just about give up the rest, he's that good. I'm not looking to start a romance or anything but apart from the fact the sex is brilliant the after-sex is also great, and I like just being with him. Anyway I've said we should have a talk about all of that next time we get together. After all these years of careless sex maybe for a change I need to be a bit more responsible. 
You believe me? Haha. Tell me what you think. And I'll let you know how it goes. 

Kinky boy worried he's getting too kinky

I hooked up with Kinky Boy the other night. We get straight down to it. He's a great kisser, fat juicy lips, but also gets off on licking arse. I love it when he surfaces from between my legs and comes up  for a deep kiss with the smell of my arsehole on his face. Now when he's kissing me his big hard dick is rubbing up against my pubes. Then he tries to go down my throat, which turns me on big time, but I keep gagging, he's just too big for me (or I'm out of practice haha).
The sequence blurs from here on but pretty soon he was rubbered up and pushing into my hole. He wants to do me all ways: missionary, doggy, on my side.  Whichever way he goes in it hurts – not the width, though he has a fat dick, but the length, when he pushes up against my inner ring. He stays hard and he likes to go deep so I spend a lot of time in that intense pain/pleasure place.
After a break for a drink and some more kissing he rubbers up and pushes back into me. At one point I'm squatting over him while he slams into me from below. It hurts like fuck but the stimulation has my hole buzzing, close to an orgasm just from being pummelled. 
Then he can't resist. He puts a towel underneath me, slides in raw and smirks as he watches my face. It takes a minute but then I feel the pulsing and the warmth as he starts pissing in my hole. He stays in there a while, still hard. He hesitates and then asks if he can fuck me just like that. I guess. He gets down to it, slowly. My hole is gripping his dick but it still leaks now and then. He reaches down for a taste each time there's a little spill. 
He pulls out, starts fingering my hole, tasting his fingers. Then he puts in two, three. He lifts his eyebrows, asking me. Sure. He makes a fist, lubes up, starts to stretch me, then he's in. Whew, I felt that - I couldn't find my poppers to help relax. But now he's in ... first time I've ever been fisted while my hole is full of piss. Can't quite describe the sensation but it was a turn-on. Still leaking a little bit of course. K boy is wide eyed, fascinated. He's never done this either. 
I forget just where things led from there. It was a long session. He fucked me a lot, there was a pile of rubbers on the floor when we had finished. What I do remember, toward the end, is both of us lying on our backs, opposite ends of the bed, him jacking himself with one hand and pushing the other hand up my hole - it hurt like fuck going in, no extra lube, no poppers, but super hot as he punched my hole the same time he was jacking himself. 
At the end I held him, his tongue down my throat, as he jerked off. He's a big squirter, ended up with cum all over him and me. 
In between times he was telling me he worried he was getting too hooked on the kinky stuff - especially the piss play, though I suspect he was also worried about how often he has started sliding into me raw. Says – with a smile – it's my fault he's getting into all this perverted stuff. Yeah right. 

Mrs Robinson

Big dick skinny guy is growing on me. We hooked up again a week ago and then yesterday. He doesn't have the kind of face  that would make you turn around for another look if you passed him I'm the street. But he's tall and lean, and has that big uncut dick, and he's a relentless top. And he's a big kisser. He can look quite the innocent - like a 30 year old teenager. Yet he's hungry to taste arsehole and pits and piss and taint. When he has me on my back, arse in the air with his tongue in my crack, all I can see is his big dark eyes staring at me, all solemn, as he works my hole. He's not that young but he's got a mix of innocence and lewdness about him that, with those eyes, made me feel very Mrs Robinson at one point.
Anyway the big revelation is that he's in love with my hole. When we hooked up a week ago he ended up fisting me. He did a repeat yesterday. And he is good. Doesn't fuck around, goes straight in, knows what to do. And whether it's the technique or the shape of his hand or what I don't know but he gets in there and my hole starts singing Hallelujah. He's the best I've had since Jamie.
Last time he got me all loosened up and then got greedy. Levering my hole open with one fist he then pushed his log in and fucked me. Hurt like fuck but he was stretching me, not ripping me, and it was the kind of hurt a bottom needs every now and again. Once or twice he surprised me by sliding his dick in for a few strokes without a rubber. But he basically plays safe only.
Or so I thought. Last night he'd been fucking me doggy and missionary for half an hour when I got up to take a piss. He followed me in, rubbed his dick in my crack ... and then slid it in. It took me half a minute before I realized he was pissing in my hole, the dirty fucker. I let him finish then made him kneel in the shower while I blew it back out over his chest. Mmmm. My dick stood to attention and we just knelt there kissing for what seemed like an age.
After a break he fisted me. He makes my hole feel soooo good. I just lie there in bliss. He's pretty happy too. Loves the sight of his fist sliding in and out, loves playing with the little rosebud after he's pulled right out.
And then we lie there and talk. He's a bit of a loner, worries he's getting too reliant on kinky sex ... but not really. Worries he hasn't found a boyfriend ... but really prefers being by himself. Solitary but thoughtful, warm, cuddly, endlessly kissable, everhard, relentless. Plus a dick that still hurts every time he pushes in all the way. I'm getting to enjoy it. A lot.

Well fucked

It didn't start well.  I couldn't host and he didn't want to go to a sex club. Eventually he said I could go to his place but by then it was late and the rain was pissing down. When he met me at the station I thought maybe this wouldn't be much fun. Online he said he was all top but in the flesh he came across more as a sort of Japanese rive gauche bottom.  
It got more interesting once we were in his place and he had his pants off. He was tall and skinny and had a big dick – my favourite combination. Turned out he knew what he wanted. He was a bit of a kinkster: didn't waste much time before getting my pants off and getting his tongue deep into my hole, then into my pits. Then he was fucking my face.
Before long he had rubbered up and was sliding into my hole, starting in missionary position. He was big and stayed hard, and when he pushed in all the way it hurt. That didn't stop him. He had me on my back then doggie style then on my side. In between times he was back licking my hole or getting me to rim him or sticking his tongue down my throat.
Time for an interlude. He threw me a towel and told me to follow him into the bathroom. He had been chugging beer and Red Bull and water. Now I knew why. He had me on my knees and then hosed me down. For once I didn't drink it - flavour was a bit odd. His dick stayed half hard while he pissed on me. 
He eventually came just lying next to me and jacking himself. He wouldn't put his dick into me bb but he jerked off all over my hole then rubbered up again and pushed all his jizz into me using his dick. It was enough to tip me over the edge.
So now I'm home in bed with a sore arse and a smile on my face. I'll be back for more of that.  

Ken

Finally scored tonight after a few weeks of drought. I saw a new profile on BBRT this afternoon and messaged him to see if he wanted to fuck. He was real slow replying to messages and it looked as if he had lost interest when I said I couldn't host. But then things livened up:

Me: Do you like fucking in public toilets? Or outdoors, in parks?

Him: I love it. Just let me know i will be there and fuck u.

I asked if he was poz. His profile said "ask me". He replied that he was undetectable so I said that was fine by me. We agreed to meet at the station and then try to find somewhere in the park. I went out for a run and then met him in front of the station. It was still raining and already getting dark. 
We walked and talked for a while. He was taller than me, younger, nice body, regular-guy looks. On the north side of the park we found a spot off the path and away from the lights under a fallen tree. He was a bit nervous - we could still see people walking along the path - but also seemed to get a buzz out of the exposed location. 
We kissed. He tasted of cigarettes and coffee. He went straight for my nipples. He worked them hard, using his nails. I was hard almost immediately. After a while he used one hand to undo his belt and with the other, digging his nails into my nipple, he slowly pulled me down onto his dick. He was uncut and hard. I went down on him, speeding up as he dug harder into my tit. He used his other hand to pull me further onto his dick, then started slapping me. 
After a few minutes of this I got back onto my feet and kissed him again. I asked if I could eat him out. He turned round, dropped his trousers all the way and bent forward to let me get at his hole. He was clean but tasty. He moaned as I pushed my tongue up his hole. After a few minutes I stood up, turned him round and kissed him again. 
Then it was his turn. He pushed me forward against the gate, squatted behind me, spat onto my hole and started rimming me. Before long he was standing behind me sliding his dick up and down my crack. Then he slipped the head into my hole, just with saliva for lube. Before I knew it he was all the way in. He fucked me slow then fast, holding me round the waist, nibbling at my neck then my ear, then using both hands on my nipples again.
Eventually he said he wanted to cum with me. He started a jack-rabbit fuck while I bent all the way forward, holding onto the lowest bar on the gate. Then he wrapped his arms around me, squeezed my torso and said he was going to cum. He pulsed a few times, groaned and stood up, his dick still inside me.
He wanted me to cum too. I pulled off him, turned round, squatted and went down on his dick, still hard and still tasting of his cum and my arse juices. Made my dick harden up again. I shat out a handful of his cum and licked it off my hand while I jacked myself with the other hand. He reached down and dug his nails into my nipple again as I came hard between his legs, still sucking on his salty dick.
I missed a chance at the end: he wandered over to the fence and pissed, a long loud man-piss. I should have been on my knees in front of him drinking it down or getting a hair rinse. Next time maybe haha.
Walking home I had that ache in my arse that comes from being well fucked. And a big smutty smile on my face. Especially when I found I could still taste his arse on my lips.  

Gomorrah

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.
   




  

Khaled

This was a classic case of dick ruling brain.

The guy has been around for years. He must be in his 50s. I think he's Iraqi. In fact I suspect he's the brother of the Iraqi I used to blow in the toilets on main street years ago before they flattened them. They have the same big dark smooth dick, though the brother is a bit thinner and seems paranoid. I guess if you came from Saddam's Iraq that's not a surprise.

I've called him Khaled because that was the label on his tightey whiteys today. The ones with serious skid marks. He sticks in my memory because he was the first raw sex I had in the safe sex era. This must be nearly ten years ago. He hit on me up the top of the hill one afternoon. He wanted to fuck me raw and I wouldn't let him. He was insistent he wanted a fuck so instead he backed on to me, raw. I tried to stop him but he was real pushy. Afterwards I was convinced I was going to die.

I've seen him up there a few times since. Each time I try to stay away from him. One time a few years he persuaded me to fuck him again, raw of course. I did but my dick came out covered in soft yellow shit. I stayed away from him after that.

When he saw me up there today I took off in the other direction. About half an hour later he found me under a pine tree with my finger up my arse. He came down, undid his belt, faced me, pulled down his Khaleds and pulled out his dick. Trouble is, I'm a slut, I had already spent two hours looking for dick, and he looked like the only option. Plus he has a really fine piece of meat: dark, fat, hard, with soft skin on the outside and a downward curve. And he is a lecherous pushy fucker who knows from other times that my dick rules my brain.

He waved his dick in my face. I leant forward and sucked. He pushed it in, enjoyed me sucking it for a few minutes, then pushed it right down my throat. With the downward curve I was able to deepthroat him in spite of the size. And needless to say my dick got hard - being choked seems to be as effective as having my tits pulled.

Of course he wanted more. He pulled me to my feet and turned me round. I took my shorts right off, took a hit of poppers and backed up against his dick. I told him not to come in my arse. His muscles feel ok but since he always insists on fucking raw I've gotta assume he's poz.

He pushed all the way in and starting crooning in his Arab accent about my hot white arse. He had his arms round my waist. He had a tattoo in Arabic script inside one forearm. He pushed in and out harder and faster. It was all over in a couple of minutes he suddenly pulled out, turned and blew over the clay. I knelt down, sucked the rest of the jizz off his dick and blew my load between his legs. I sat back down against the tree and pulled my shorts back on.

The best part? He then stood side on to me and pissed all over the clay where we had both just blown our loads. He was putting on a show: he spread it around as if he was watering the garden. Sorta like he was making me his bitch, though he didn't go as far as pissing on my leg. I ignored him but I was sitting there thinking privately what it would be like to have him hose all over me. With his big dick he was a copious pisser, which always turns me on, and on the warm clay it bubbled and frothed in front of me. If I hadn't just blown my load I would have been kneeling in front of him taking it all over my face.

So there you are. Taking this guy up my arse raw is real stupid - he's gotta be one of the riskiest fucks in this town. I'm always determined not to let him in my arse. And yet more often than not he gets in there anyway. There's a lesson in there somewhere.

PS No sign of Moby up there this afternoon. But I'm sure he'll turn up one day. Still haven't managed to hook up again with Jono. He must work strange hours because whenever he messages me wanting to hook up it's a few hours before dawn. I'll keep trying. I want his arse.

wet

Woke up with an extra sore throat this morning. I'll tell you why.

I decided to check out the piss party at the club yesterday afternoon. Bad idea. These days I've got to be open-minded about who I get it on with. But this crowd was a serious turn-off: just way too old, too heavy, too queeny.

There was one tall hunk in ripped shorts and a wifebeater. But he wasn't into me. I got it on for a while with a Canadian with a nice dick and lots of piss. But he lost interest. I fucked a Japanese guy raw for a while but it was all a bit one way. The westie with the board shorts and the little dick didn't want to do much more than piss and sniff amyl.

I was set to bail out when a punk arrived. He took his time but eventually wandered into the space between the drums where most of the action was happening. The westie got onto his knees and chewed the punk's dick through his pants. From what I could see, standing alongside, it was a nice piece of meat. Nice body too.

When westie pulled away I moved in. Got onto my knees, pulled punk's dick out the side of his briefs and sucked him in. This boy was hard. I slobbered down the length of it. Then he took charge. Starting fucking my face, then pushed hard to get me to take that last inch. He was too thick for me to get it down. I took a hit of poppers. He was harder than ever. He pushed again and forced the last inch down my throat. I eventually pushed him off, gasping, then took him down again.

I still had my jock on, soaked in piss. As he kept pumping my throat he leant down and started playing with my hole.

I don't need to be told twice. I got up, turned and backed onto him raw. The boy was horny and rough. He banged me hard and fast, pulling my hips back onto his groin with each thrust. I was wide open. A guy in front of me gave me his dick to suck on so I got it both ends.

I was starting to feel like a really happy little piglet. I decided to make it a real show. Spat out the guy in front of me, took a couple of big hits of amyl, bent down, held my ankles and pushed my arse into the air as punk upped the tempo. The crowd around us was tight and close, hands everywhere.

A couple of minutes of this and I couldn't hold out any more. I came with a roar. I slowly stood back upright, eased off punk's dick and staggered out through the crowd, all shaky.

So that's how I came to have a sore throat this morning.

Not a sore arse, you'll notice. The fact is that even a rough fuck from a guy like punk - with a fat hard dick - isn't enough to do much damage these days.

Which is why I'm taking a giant blue crackstuffer bone back with me when I head home. I'll tell you how I go ...