Right now

Hey guys. It's been a few years. 

Tonight was a quickie, nice and simple. 

He tapped me on the app. He was a good looking 30ish brown guy. Slim, bi, vers btm, into bb and breeding on his profile. I sent him a message and a face pic.

"U keen?" he asks? I told him I liked his looks. He told me he was just about to leave town and head home. I gave him my address.

He was there in five minutes. No back and forth. He came in, we sized each other up then just stripped off. He lay back on the sofa and waited. It's not supposed to be this easy.

He had a long thin dick. Suits me. He hardened up as I went down on him. I pushed down, wrapped my tongue around the head, then went deep. Got his dick wet and slimy.

But I wanted more. I asked if I could eat him out. He was fine with that. I threw his legs on my shoulders and dived in. He didn't have any hair down there. Clean, just a hint of something earthy. After a few minutes I got the feeling he wanted to get to the main event. 

He had softened a bit while I was rimming him. He jerked himself back to full hardness. "Sit on it" he said. 

I didn't bother with lube — I had been riding a big dildo earlier, plus I like the feel of a spit fuck. More sensation. He said he was the same. 

After a bit he said he wanted to fuck me from behind. I got on the sofa on hands and knees while he slid into me. He pumped only a few minutes before he started moaning and then pumped a load into me. That was it.

We had a bit of a laugh about it then I sucked him clean. He said he been so horny this afternoon that he hadn't been able to concentrate on anything. Made sense: it was all about him getting his rocks off, no questions, no issues, no chat. A classic wham bam. He dressed and headed off.

I'm still chuckling at how easy it was. That never happens—least of all when I'm old enough to be the guy's grandfather. But then I find I get hit on more by young Polynesian or Asian guys than white guys. Probably won't see him again unless he finds himself horny and needy again. But you never know I guess. 

I didn't get off while he was fucking me so I was still horny. Plus I had his load in my arse. I pulled out my fattest dildo, added a bit of lube and braced for the big stretch. With a huff of amyl I just forced myself down onto it. I was in the mood to take it rough. There's something special about fucking yourself with the other guy's cum as lube. It didn't take long. After I finished I got a taste of his cum  — thick, a bit salty. I savored it.  

Now enjoying a drink, the after-fuck taste on my face and the throbbing from my arse.    

Happy New Year

It's been a few years. But I'm back on the loose for a month. 

It's summer here in the city. According to Squirt there's a beat alongside the dog run on the side of the mountain. And it's New Year's Day and I have a dog to walk. 

I didn't have to look for long. The younger white guy who wandered up the slope into the trees ahead of me decided he wasn't interested. No problem.

As I was heading back down a fine looking poly guy came up the steps. He looked me in the eye and carried on along the path through the trees. We're on, I say to myself – over the years I do seem to have more luck with the brown guys. Must be something about the blue eyes and the fair hair.

I take my time. When I find him he's just standing there looking fine with his holiday haircut and a sharp beard. He's pulled his dick over the top of his shorts and he's slowly jerking himself. 

I move in slowly, watch his face as I massage his balls and then go down on my knees and suck him in. He's average size, cut and clean – no morning musk for me sadly. He hardens up as I suck him, starts pumping, lets me wipe his dick over my face to get the scent on me, then I go down to his balls and his taint and back onto his dick.

I have to push the dog away as the bitch tries to get a taste. Poly guy is getting a bit more engaged, starting to pump his dick down my throat. He puts his hands on the back of my head as he lifts the pace and pushes in deeper. It's getting nice and slimy down there. 

"You want me to eat your arse mate?" Naah, just suck my balls he says. So I do. He's now jerking himself while I enjoy his sweaty balls. "Aw fuck. Shit!" He's getting vocal.

Another minute or two and I can feel his dick hardening up. "I got a load for you mate" he says. Be my guest. And then it comes. It flows out of him rather than squirting. I get a mouthful and then show it to him on my tongue. A bit less flavour than with some guys. Then a big swallow. 

"Happy New Year buddy".   

There's another white guy loitering under the trees as I head down. The place sure seems to go off even mid-morning. Must go back and check it out at night. See if I can get a load in my arse. I've missed all of this – the chase, the risk, getting down and dirty with strangers in the outdoors. 

Will keep you posted. 

Living dangerously

Someone up there is trying to tell me something. I went in for routine tests last week. The clinic called to say the HIV test had come back equivocal – again! I figured this time my number was up, though after last time it was also in the back of my mind that this could be a pattern...

Monday night I was still waiting for the follow-up test results to come back. But somehow I couldn't get too wound up about it all. In the end I decided what I needed was some slutty sex. I didn't have much luck: I headed out to the tubs but there weren't many guys around. A young bear showed interest. We eyed each other up in the pool and then headed off to a shower cubicle. He was super sensitive everywhere: whimpered when I played with his nipples, nibbled his jaw and neck, and especially when I stuck my tongue up his hole. And did I mention he had a big hard uncut dick? We played for a while. He tried to get his dick into my hole but then seemed to decide against fucking me raw. He couldn't get enough of me rimming him – he ended up coming while I had my tongue up his arse, pushing his dick back so I could get a taste of his jazz.

Then there was an odd triangle. I joined a couple of guys who were playing around on a mattress in one of the public rooms. The guy on top didn't object when I spread his butt open and started licking. He didn't object when I slapped my dick on his arse and then slid it in. I fucked him for a few minutes, from behind and then pushing down into him from on top. But then he decided he'd had enough and bailed out.

Later I watched from the other side of the room as he was getting fucked by a younger guy, lean and sexy. They finished but I couldn't tell what had happened. I got chatting to the younger guy later and asked if he wanted to fuck me. Turned out he'd had trouble keeping hard with the other guy, and he couldn't get hard enough even to get it into me. So that was my evening.

Last night I rendezvoused with my slutty sub mate. I slapped him around a bit to wake him up, rough fucked him up against the wall and then on the floor. But couldn't cum. After a break he wanted to fist me – he's got into it over the past year. It was nude night at the club though we were the only two there at the start. Part way through another guy came in. He was hot: younger, lean, sweet face. For a few minutes he watched from the door while T was working my hole with a dildo and then his fist. Later when we took another break we got chatting. Turned out what he really wanted to see was me fisting T! Being a good-natured guy I could hardly refuse. This time we used the sling room and turned the lights up while hot stuff watched from the door and jerked himself. He'd never seen live fisting up close. 

Oh and the clinic finally got back to me yesterday morning... viral load was negative again. I need to talk to the doc: something about cross-reactions. Either way I'm keen not to get more false positives. 

Doing it for The Donald

It's been a shitty summer here but there was a bit of sunshine this afternoon so I headed up the hill. I wandered around and sat in the sun for an hour but there was nothing happening. I was heading up to the track to come home when I saw a guy waving at me. It was the Iraqi guy who I'd hooked up with several times up there over many years. I hadn't seen him for nearly a decade.
He was the first guy I fucked bare in the AIDS era. I've always thought I was running big risks fucking with him – he's a pushy bottom as well as top and never wears a rubber. But he turns me on bigtime. Today as before the lure of getting naked and fucking trumped anything my brain was telling me about risk. On top of that I'd had a shitty week and – unusually for me – I had been in a dark fuck-it-all mood all day.
So when I saw him I didn't muck around. I wandered down to him, opened his fly, and pulled his dick out. It was as I remembered it: big, dark, uncut, slimy and hardening fast. I love his dick. His body turns me on too. He's now got a bit of a belly but his thighs and butt are muscled and strong. He's got Levantine looks with a grey goatee. He is as sexual as ever.
I started sucking him. A younger white guy who hadn't been interested in me earlier came and joined in, opening the guy's belt and pulling his pants down. The white guy had dropped his shorts and his dick was oozing precum. Khaled made me suck the guy for a few minutes. Then the white guy told him to fuck me. It was all on. I dropped my shorts and turned round. He pushed in raw.
You know how it is: there's a lot of guys who can get hard and get their dick in you but then get soft and can't cum. Not this one. Khaled stayed hard. He humped me for maybe five minutes before I felt that wet sensation in my arse. When he pulled out there was still a bit of semen leaking from his piss slit. And I had a load in me. He rearranged himself and headed down to the road. Looks as if he's now driving a taxi.
I don't actually know that he's Iraqi or Syrian or whatever. I don't even know whether he originally came here as a refugee. But let's assume he is and he did. As I slowly came back down the hill in the sunshine I had a smile on my face. And I was thinking: refugee... muslim... (he's uncut, but who knows...)  slutty raw arse fucking out in the sunshine... cum dripping from my faggy hole. Dunno if this makes any sense but to my mind it all came together as: this one was for you, Donald!
I'm still smiling.

Dodged a bullet

Final results came back. Negative for HIV including from viral load test. Doctor said it was unusual to get a false positive, let alone "equivocal" result. May have been contamination somewhere in the process.
Looking back the most striking thing about it was my reaction. I suppose I should have been freaking out. But I wasn't. Maybe it's because I've been taking risks for so long now (I've been barebacking since the early 2000s) and I've adjusted to the chances of getting pozzed.
The other thing is, I found the idea of being poz a bit of a turn-on. The idea of being infected doesn't do anything for me - I've never been into bug-chasing. And I don't want to be on meds for the rest of my life.
But the idea of being able to drop all inhibitions and take all and any loads... that's a turn-on.
But for now it looks as if I'm stuck with this tension between wanting my hole drenched in cum and trying to limit my risks.

The wages of sin

It's been a strange weekend. Thursday the GP called me in to tell me my regular HIV test had come back "equivocal". They've drawn another sample and I'll find out the result on Tuesday. But it's not looking good. 

The strange thing is that I'm not really freaking out about it. Maybe that's just the fatalistic side of my personality. Maybe it's the fact that I've accepted from a long time ago that high risk behaviour means a high risk of getting pozzed. And I think I have a good understanding of what it might mean in practice. 

The funny thing is that there is an element of relief in it all. I spent some time this morning checking out a listing for bareback sex parties, getting hard thinking of getting bred by a series of black guys. 

The reality of not being able to bareback with negative guys plus having to take a pill every day will take most of the fun out of it I suspect. 

We'll see what Tuesday brings. 

Nostalgia sex

The last couple of months have been a bit of a dry spell. I've been out to the clubs a few times but didn't get much action. And some of the edge has gone off the sex–is that what happens when you get older? I've hooked up a couple of times with N who's always a great fuck. But these days he won't meet up in the park and it's always hard to find a time when the coast is clear at home.
Yesterday out of the blue I got a message from K. Just getting a message was great–for me he's always been something more than a fuck bud. But it turned out he was horny too.
We drank a bit of wine, then got naked and started making out. Soon enough he had me on my knees eating out my hole. He fucked my face for a while. Then he rubbered up and slid into my hole. I've said it before, he's the only guy who always hurts me when he fucks me. This time was no different. He's big, but it's mostly the fact that he stays hard and pushes in deep. And although he's a sweet guy he's a merciless top.  
He had me in a few different positions, fucking me hard and deep and making me groan. After half an hour he came and lay beside me while we made out for a while. Then he pushed into me raw. That's how I like it but I don't ask him for it–he's the one who's hung up on not getting infected so I figure it's up to him to decide how much risk he wants to run.
Next he starts fingering my arse. Then he's using four fingers to fuck my hole. After he's loosened me up a bit he's in with his whole fist. I tell him to go for it. He doesn't need any more encouragement. He alternates fists. For a while he has his raw dick in there as well as his fist. He gets off on making me squirm. Then he's punching my hole. At one point I end up on my back bent double with my toes hooked up in his bedhead while he fucks down into me and then punchfists me from above. Hot!
A little while later he's lying on the bed, rough fisting me with his right hand while he jerks his his big dick with his left. Then his dick's in my mouth gushing cum.
It wasn't the greatest sex we've ever had but just seeing him again, drinking, talking, kissing and getting naked was special. I miss him when I haven't seen him for a while but when we do get together we always seem to be a good fit. He's got a pervy streak which adds to the fun. I keep hoping he'll piss in my hole again but I guess he's deciding barebacking with me is too risky. (Which is fair enough: he's worked out that I take a lot more risks than he is comfortable with).

Both ways

This happened nearly a year ago.
I was at a party when I got a call. It was Enrique. I had hooked up with him only once, half a world away in Lima. He had told me he was coming here but hadn't said when. On the phone he said he only had that night free before going down to Hiroshima. 
We met at around 11pm. He wanted to go to a bathhouse. We started in the bath–he had sore feet after a week of sightseeing. Then headed up to the room and got into it. He's a big guy, friendly, bearded, big uncut dick, poz but undetectable. He was all lazy while I massaged his back and feet and rimmed his nasty arse. Then he flipped me over, hardened up and starting pushing in, dry. It hurt like fuck but I wanted him in me. He makes the most of his size: he pounded me on my front, then flipped me over onto my back and piston fucked me more. The banged me hard from above. He hadn't cum for nearly a week and didn't last that long.  
When he was done he slept for half an hour then announced he was leaving. 
In Lima he had been all friendly and chatty. Maybe he was just too tired for it this time. But I was sorry to see him leave.
Funny thing is, he seems to want to stay in touch. I got a message from his just a few days ago from him on bbrt from Florida. Not sure we'll find ourselves in the same town again but you never know.

It's been a while

I've had a dry spell. But on Friday Nori came round and put a load in me. Often I give up on him - he fucks me around, says he wants to come round then doesn't, wants to turn up at 2 o'clock in the morning, shit like that. But when he shows he's all hard dick and rough fuck. He knows to work my nipples hard. 
I hadn't had a dick inside me for about five weeks. He made the wait almost worthwhile. After he'd come in me he tried to shove his fist in as well. Yeouch. I wasn't lubed and I'd hadn't been fisted for a long time.
He said he had jacked off three times before he came round. Maybe. He still left a big load in me as I found out the next morning.

Snap

I've been spending too much time online checking out profiles and pix. One caught my eye: a good-looking young guy nearby who mentioned photography among his hobbies. I messaged him to see if he was interested in taking some profile pix for me – mine are crappy and need updating. He said he was on for it.
He came round today. We chatted and then started with some head shots, moving around the apartment looking for the right combination of lighting, backdrop. I'm not a natural for modelling but he was good at getting to do this or that to get me to relax or get the eyes right or whatever.
A few minutes into the session my phone beeped. Here I have to confess that I had mentioned to a guy on bbrt plans for a photo shoot and asked if he might want to come along later to 'help'. As background, the photographer himself had said in a message that I was welcome to wear anything or nothing so I figured he was pretty relaxed about what might happen. When I checked with him about me getting it on with another guy for some action pix he was cool.
So, my phone beeps. Turns out the second guy had arrived well ahead of time. I let him in. What to do... he didn't have much time. We decided to reverse the order. Action shots first. It felt a bit awkward – we had barely got under way. But the photographer was relaxed about it. So the new guy and I went upstairs, stripped off and got down to it while the guy with the camera wandered around taking closeups. I guess there's gotta be a first time for everything...
New guy decided he was ready to fuck me. He pushed in and pumped away. One way or another it wasn't quite working – he wasn't completely hard and I figured he wasn't going to give me a load. Eventually he sat on my face and jerked off so the camera guy got some cum shots. Not the greatest fuck but we got some pix out of it and I got to do my first porn shoot. Looking at the results later I figure I left it years too late: those pix won't be going anywhere.
The good thing about doing it in that order, I realised later, was that it was a great way to get in the mood for being in front of a camera. When we went back to doing vanilla shots later after the guy left I felt a lot more relaxed with the photographer. We had a lot of laughs.

God's work

Sunday night the church carpark is nearly full as I walk past. 
I'm doing my bit for human charity too. I'm in shorts and jockstrap. Cleaned out and lubed. I'm on my way to Fantasyland. bbrt guy has promised to put a load in me. bbrt#2 wants me to stick around afterwards so he can have sloppy seconds. And bbrt#3 is a black guy who wants to get into my hole too.
bbrt guy makes eye contact when I enter. The other guy there looks at me too. I think he could be bbrt#2 but can't tell cos I haven't seen a face pic.
I go into a booth with the first guy. He's got the look of an ageing surfie. Good tan, bleached hair. Tall, lean. 
When I get his pants off I find he has a big dick, half hard.  I suck him for a while. It's a great piece of meat when he hardens up. But he's also got a great butt. Muscled and firm. It's when I turn him round and push my face into his arse that he really gets enthusiastic. I surface after rimming him for five minutes. My dick is hard. I slap my dick on his butt, gently nudge his hole. He stays bent over so I slide the head in. He winces, says he hasn't been fucked in a while. 
We swap places. He slides down into me and dicks me for a few minutes, varying the pace.  Then we swap again. This time he's opened up a bit and his hole is begging to get fucked. 
We mix it up for a while. He's starting to kiss as well. But his dick is going a bit soft on him. I ask if he wants to wait while I go check out the other guy, maybe when I come back he gets sloppy seconds and a chance to put a load in me.
The other guy is a bit chunky. Longer hair, green T. Maybe straight going by the wedding ring. Doesn't seem too sure what he's doing. I get him into a booth and unzip him. he's hard but not that big. But he's got great balls: they float around in a really loose scrotum, plus he's  got a piercing of some sort in there, gets off on having his balls sucked. As I blow him he gets even harder. 
After a few minutes I turn round and offer him my hole. He slides in and pumps away for a minute then pulls out with a worried look on his face. I can't cum he says. What he means is he doesnt want to cum inside me. I squat and suck him again and within a few strokes he's blowing in my mouth.  As we're leaving I ask if he was the other guy off bbrt. He looks puzzled, doesn't know what it is. That answers that question.
I go back to guy #1. Second time round we're both feeling more relaxed. There's a lot more holding and stroking and kissing and joking this time. He's got a great body and skin. I give him a long slow fuck but he stops me from coming inside him, he still wants to dump a load in my hole. Eventually he jerks himself for a minute then shoves his dick into me just as he's coming, He holds it there as he unloads. We laugh, kiss and leave.
The milk of human kindness is oozing out of me as I wander back past the church.   

Hey doc

A young guy has been chasing me on a dating site for a few weeks. The pix he sent me left me curious. He's not pretty, his face looks a bit lived in, but very male. Hair like grown-out mohican. From the body shot he looks fit. I reluctantly agreed to meet him last night: I was working until after 10 but agreed to rendezvous with him near here at midnight.
Turns out he lives close by too, so we went back to his place. I'd had acupuncture earlier in the day for a frozen shoulder so I was feeling mellow. But I immediately felt at ease with him. He wanted to talk. He's early 30s, basically closeted, says he hasn't had much experience with guys (though he's had several boyfriends).
So here we are on his sofa. Although he puts himself down a bit–looks, body–he's very tactile, he's on top of me, legs entwined, touching as we talk. I had thought from the pix and the chat online he was maybe a regular "salaryman". But the apartment doesn't fit: it's upmarket and he's paying for it by himself. He talks about his earlier years. Bad boy at school. Lots of fights. He shows me the scar on his elbow where he stubbed out a cigarette in some exhibition of willpower. Likes travelling. Spent a season pruning vines in Australia, hoping to build up his English. There was the cute boyfriend from Nashville who turned out to be just too suspicious and controlling. Travelling around Europe after graduation, trying out any drugs he can find. And through all of this he keeps saying "I want you to teach me to ...".
Still can't work out what he's after. He's certainly horny: as we lie there I feel his dick pulsing against my leg. I tease him about it. He says it's a problem that he gets hard so easily. He asks what I want. I say I'm enjoying just lying there close, talking. But we decide to take it to bed.
He strips down. He's about my height but lean, muscled. He originally hit me up, he says, because I advertised for someone to run with. He tells me there was no-one in school who could keep up with him. Figures. From other things he says it sounds as if he's always been restless, bit of an exercise junkie. It's going to be embarrassing if we ever get out for a run together.
I tell him I like his body. He hates his body. Too fat, too hairy, not enough muscle... But he's going to have more time to spend in the gym from next month so he says he's going to work out for me. What did I do to deserve this.
He says I'm cute. I think he's out by a few decades but I guess it's all in the eye of the beholder. He likes the shape of my head. Runs his fingers over my skull. Starts naming the different bones: frontal, parietal, temporal, occipital... Describes where he would go in if he was opening up my brain. Wait... Yeah, turns out he's a doctor. Neurosurgeon no less. I'm trying to work this out. He's deeply closeted, seems as if he's not having an easy time of it (n. o gay friends). And yet here he is talking without any inhibitions about himself. Maybe it's easier to do with a foreigner.
He's the same when we start talking about what we're into. He's puppy-dog cuddly and affectionate. But he's not much of a kisser. When I get his pants off he doesn't like me sticking my tongue in his hole because he hasn't showered. But that uniform hanging on the wall... yeah, he gets a kick out of sex in cammies. He wants to know if we can play doctors some time: he wants to examine me while he's wearing his whites. We talk a bit about rough play. Yeah he's up for that.
As for tonight... He's hard again. Doesn't have any rubbers so we can't fuck. I blow him. He loves getting sucked. Comes in my mouth. He's a bit concerned when I swallow–aren't I worried about infections? He's a doctor so can't afford to have any infections, gets blood tested at the hospital twice a year.
I blow him again in the morning when we wake then jerk myself off while he works my nipples. I tossed and turned during the night–whenever I woke he was up against me, skin to skin.
So we'll see where it goes. I don't think I'm going to get much nasty sex out of him: no barebacking, no fisting I would guess, no raunchy rim jobs. But he's one of those guys who's immediately interesting–the energy, restlessness, slightly lost character, hunger for affection, openness. I want to see a lot more of him.    

Testing

I had a free day earlier in the week. Hooked up in the morning on bbrt with an American guy. He put a load in me. Not great sex but we had fun talking. Then an overdue visit to the clinic. All negative. To celebrate I headed off to Jinya. Pretty quiet there but I like it because there's no privacy–pretty much all the guys who go there are OK with playing in front of others or with others. Didn't get more than some half-hearted action the first couple of hours. Then as I was fingering a guy who wanted to get fucked a third guy came close and squatted down. He wasn't a looker. But he was lean, and interested, and then reaching under his robe I found a long hard dick. I moved closer. He spread his thighs to give me better access as I fingered his taint and his hole. He moaned as I leant down and sucked his dick.
Too often places like Jinya seem to take the edge off sex–I guess it's what happens when there are too many men just looking or groping but waiting for Mr Perfect to come along. This time something clicked, we were both hot for each other. I had my tongue down his throat, he had his hands all over me. I was horned up and wanted to feel him inside me. I asked if he would fuck me. We moved to the other side of the room, I stripped off, got on hands and knees. He got naked, spat on his fingers, slicked up, slid inside me then pushed in deep. Long, hard, raw dick. Slow deep dicking. The extra sensation from still having the load inside me from the morning. In less than a minute I was cumming hard, then we were just lying there, smiling, kissing, lost in the sensation that comes after good sex. 
I couldn't tell if he had come or not but he had a big smile on his face too, and didn't seem to want more. Going by the amount of cum that came out of me the next morning I think he had unloaded in me too. I'm still smiling thinking about it. 

Achy achy

I'm sitting here with an aching arsehole. It's not from being fucked hard or fisted (I was fucked hard and at length by K yesterday, then fisted, but it doesn't leave me with this sort of ache). No, I seem to get this feeling when I have a load in my hole. Not sure why–something about how the lining of the arse reacts to all that spooge? Today it was Nori again. In a toilet in the park. Once we get inside he always goes straight for my nipples, works them hard. He tastes of cigarettes when he kisses me. Then he pushes me down onto his dick. He's always hard. He keeps working my nipples while I suck on him. Then reaches down my back and fingers my hole. He finally pulls me up and turns me round before sliding into me. 

It's always intense with him. Partly it's the risk–guys shuffling around outside the door. Plus he's the only guy who always fucks me raw and always cums in me. And I always feel that big mushroom head as he slides in and out. 

Today I'm extra horny. It's hot and I've just run 6km around the park, I'm still sweating like crazy as he fucks me. I pull off him, turn and suck him for a bit to taste my arse on his dick. Then slide back onto him. Something sets me off: he's shorter than me but the combination of him dicking me and twisting my nipple and then biting my neck sends me over the edge before I wanted to cum. Before I know it I'm blowing my load all over the tiles. He's not ready. I have a few painful minutes as he carries on dicking me before he finally unloads inside me.

Now I'm back home with that ache in my hole to remind me. 

Too horny

I like my men horny. But sometimes...
The weather is steamy over here right now. I don't know what effect it has on you, but me, I end up spending a lot of time just thinking about dick. And far too many frustrating hours online looking for it.
Then this morning I got a "hi how are you" message from furry guy. He only ever messages me if he's horny. And when he is he wants it now. After some dithering about where to hook up we agreed to meet in the park. But once he got there he decided he didn't want to fuck in a park toilet. We came back to my place and I took him down to the basement storeroom. Figured we weren't likely to be disturbed there on a Sunday. 
He went straight for my nipples. He now knows that I get crazy horny if he makes them hurt. After a minute of that he pulled out his big hard dick which was already oozing precum. He face fucked me while he dug his nails into my tits. He let me rim him for a minute - he has a tight little butt, real hairy. Ought to be a rimmer's picnic but he cleans up so well there's nothing to taste, and he's not really into it. Bit of a waste. 
Then he was naked and rolling a rubber onto his dick. I had thrown a towel on the floor but he wanted me standing up. I bent right over and held onto a shelf while he pounded me. In less than five minutes he was unloading in the condom. 
It was good while it lasted but he's one of those guys who once they've cum aren't interested in anything more. So much for me wanting to get fisted. He was dressed and out of there in another minute leaving me horny and frustrated.
I wasted the afternoon looking for another fuck. Finally tonight I gave in and settled for the consolation prize. I had kept furry guy's full condom from this morning. I squeezed all the cum into my hole and used that as lube as I slowly slid down onto my longest dildo. I blew a load as the head of the dildo slipped through the sigmoid. So I got his load deep inside me after all.
He's a strange one. Today he was dressed like a middle aged Japanese tourist on safari. The way he talks sometimes he seems to have self image issues. Yet look beyond the bad haircut and the crazy glasses and he's hot: muscular torso, tight butt, great lips, fat dick that's always super hard. Great fucker, usually goes for half an hour. Into some rough stuff too. And a very intense fister. I have never turned him down. Take what you can get when you can get it is my rule.  

I wanna fuck you

He's a young guy  I've hooked up with a few times. He's short, skinny. Urchin face. Tastes of cigarettes. 
He's all top. Fat dick with a big mushroom head. Loves to fuck me raw and put a load in me. And we always hook up in a park toilet. He messaged me last night:

Nori: I wanna fuck you
Me: I could do tomorrow morning
Nori: Let's do it. What time is good?
Me: 1030 at the park.
Nori: OK see you then
Me: Don't shower :@)

It's after 1030 but the rain is pissing down so I've messaged him to say let's wait till the rain stops. 
I haven't got fucked for a week. And haven't had a load in me for a long time. 
Nori is a nasty fucker. Rims my hole first. Kisses me so I can taste my arse on his lips. Works my nipples hard as he slowly slides in and out. Makes me feel his big mushroom head as he moves it round. 
And he gives me a hole full of cum that I can shit out and eat later. 

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. 
         

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.

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.