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Am I just imagining it or are Canucks on tumblr now the hot place to be? I've added Jimmy at Loose Consciousness (bitemarks.tumblr) to my blog list. His pix ... well let's just say every time he posts a pic of his arsehole I just want to get in there and eat him out, endlessly. And when I can work out how to do it I'll add Moustache Rides For Free (abeardedboy@tumblr) to my blog list as well. With pix like that who needs words? 

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.

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. 

More

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 ...  

Yoshi

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. 

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.