Melons

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.

FSM

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.   

Fallback

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. 

Spanko

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. 

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.

Samoan

i texted my Samoan fuck bud this afternoon to see if he wanted to sit on my face. Come on over he said. I hadn't seen him for a while. He looked good: a new beard, a black wifebeater and a beanie. And he was already all horned up.

He got me to kneel on the bed so he could look at my hole while he jerked himself. Then he moved me to the arm of the sofa: he wanted my arse up higher. He rubbered up - first time we haven't done it raw. It was painful as he pushed his dick in: I was still sore from getting fisted last night. But it was a good hurt. We fucked on the sofa for a few minutes. Then it was back to the bed. Then he sat on the sofa and had me sit facing him and slide down on his dick while playing with his nipples. He fucked his dick up into me while he watched my face.

Then it was back to the bed with me on my back as he pounded down into me. His dick swelled and hardened as I kept working his nipples. He got up higher and put more of his weight onto me each time he pushed down. His dick was going in deeper and harder until he blew.

He wanted to see me get off. I told him to empty the rubber over my face or into my arsehole. He knelt behind me and empited the condom into my mouth as I jerked himself. I pushed my head back and up so I could get at his arsehole. The taste of his arse mixed with his spunk over my face tipped me over and I blew all over my belly.

We talked as he had a smoke. He wasnted to know about me getting fisted the night before. Turns out he's been watching every fisting video he can find on x-tube and he's been wanting to give it a go. I said we could try but warned him I was still sore from last night. All he had for lube was coconut oil which in today's temperature was mostly solid. He pushed a few pieces into my hole and followed with his fingers while I took a few hits of amyl. He eventually got in as far as the knuckle but I was finding it hard to relax my hole enough to let him go deeper. Even so he was like a kid that's found the candy store: my hole normally is small and tight and he found it amazing how far he was able to stretch me. We'll try again next weekend. He wants to try taking it as well so that could get interesting. Meanwhile I need to find out why he's gone back to fucking with a rubber - I'd been hoping to come home with my arse full of jizz.