November 11th, the day after a boring ‘vanilla’ Sunday at the Boys Club, I couldn’t resist going back for a rematch. Expectations? Minimal. But passion? Boundless. Even now, my ass is still tingling from some great electrifying touch and deep, primal sensation.
I rolled into the club around 1:30, fresh off a gym session, my muscles taut, and my skin still warm. The parking lot was full—a promising start. But stepping inside? My thrill waned as the crowd looked more “been here also yesterday, done that” than ready to push limits. More vanilla than vice, I thought, a sea of suck-fuck-and-go. I was ready to chalk it up to a lost cause.
Then, as if on cue, in walks BuFFalo85 —a nice Asian from Namur. Sharp eyes, confident strut, and just the right kind of smirk that whispers dirty thoughts. We didn’t waste time. In seconds, we were locked in a private room, our bodies pressed together, sliding into a delicious rhythm. His touch was firm and knowing, sparking the most wicked of thoughts. And then, he dropped the question: “Do you like fisting?”
I could’ve melted. With a nod and a grin, my entire pigbody awakened. A little warm-up later, we had secured a room with a gynecologist’s chair — oh, the possibilities. He brought G along, a true gentleman of depravity who offered to join the fun. In our first round, the intimacy was deep, intense, until another eager player stepped in, insisting he fucked us both. The room became a theater of moans, sweat, and shared pulses, until I finally tapped out, needing a breather and wanting to go back to fisting.
But the break was short-lived. We dove back in, this time in a locked cubicle with a sling, and he slipped into the sling, giving himself up for rimming, letting me explore every edge of his desire. We then switched so he could discover my ‘fantastic ass” with all the stamina and passion of a real fisttop, while we both enjoyed the increasing influence of the G (and some 3m) on our shivering bodies, dirty mind and unleashed drive. A big thank you to BuFFalo85 (I know he is now reading this blog) and hopefully an invitation to repeat this at least, or get even dirtier and kinkier next times.
After four rounds of uninhibited fistfun, sated and gleefully spent, he drove me home around 22h, leaving me on a high that still buzzed through me.
Next on the Boysclub agenda: ‘Fetish Friday’ on December 20th. They’re promising a night of fisting delights. If it’s anything like last night, the BoysClub won’t know what hit them 🙂
Next on my agenda: International Sneakerweekend in Milan next weekend
Stats of the night
number of times fucked as a top: 2
number of being fucked: 2
number of being sucked: 3+
number of fisted others: 0
number of fists received: 4x by 1 hot Asian
supplies: G, 3mmc and poppers
to remember: encountered great fisttop 😉
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