Thursday, August 26, 2004
years ago, if you had asked me what i thought gay sex was i would have said cock sucking and ass fucking period. go back a few more years and i would have left out the ass fucking too. fortunately my tastes broadened. fisting however was always to out there. what would the point be of having a fist up your ass, i thought.
then that fateful day at a bathhouse circa new york city boy - pet shop boys. on the chalk board was a room number and a litany of sex acts. i had already seen the gentleman in the room and found him attractive. the first thing written on the board was fucking with two arrows to indicate versatile. fisting was listed too. i so wanted to fist his ass but didn't have the courage to go to him. so the mountain came to me. he was a big boy 6'3 and a huge cock that he fucked me senseless with. all the time i wondered about fisting his ass. somehow we ended up with my foot on and about his ass. eventually i did fist him. a relationship ensued to this day.
i haven't played with him recently but was chatting on line with him. mentioned the fact that i'd like to try getting fisted. he was surprised i hadn't already! even said what i had thought, his hands are too big for me. enter steven. mentioned liking the double penetration in videos and i volunteered that i was intrigued by fisting. he expressed an interest but i told him he would have to cut his nails (so disgusting by the way) but he said he liked making a clicking noise with them. fine.
pops by yesterday unannounced. as soon as we're alone he shows me has hands and says 'what do you think?'. nails clipped. then he tells me he thinks if i can take his fist i'll be able to take 2 dicks at once too.
trouble.
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