Ma Viw

This is a part of a longer memory book. This is not the beginning of my growing as a gay pig. It is not the end. I will add stories from time to time, stories that will try to capture to the truth of my sexuality. These are not works of imagination except in the sense that all memory is a work of imagination -where much is left out and some is reordered, where the Bob about whom the story is told then is not the Bob who writes it now, but yet is that Bob.

How long ago is this? Hard to be sure. But it is 2020 now, so it was probably the summer of 2012. My journey to being a homosexual really began in 2000. So, 12 years from my first thoughts, thoughts acted on, to my first time being fisted. 12 years from Aircraft News to the woods near Colchester…

So we start my “life” in media res… 

 My mind is flooded right now with the memory of the first time JJ took my hole, the first time I was fully fisted.

It was in the woods in East Hampton, Connecticut.  JJ and I had met on the now much missed Craigslist. The usual back and forth. Finally the agreement to meet in the woods near his home – to play in the woods, for him to fulfill my desire to be fisted.

  It was a wonderful, sunny, hot, humid, August day in Connecticut. It was the kind of day where exertion of any kind would result in the wonderful feeling of being sweaty, dripping, where few to no clothes would be right, no clothes very right. It was a drive of about 40 minutes from home. The wife would be at work for four hours. Me… I was rushing to make full use of the time, as I did whenever I had a block of time. But this was special. To meet a man outside, in the woods, for sex, no to be fisted under the sun like I saw in that hot Prime Pork video of men being men outside, in the sun, including being fisted.

There was the douching of my then tighter hole. The happiness of the clean water, finally. Then a quick shower. Then getting into as few clothes as possible for the drive down and back– a tee shirt, a pair of very, short shorts with no underwear or jock, socks, sneakers.  I prepared the travel bag – two towels (one to put on the car seat for the trip home), lube, my popper gas mask – I loved then and love now the mask, the hands-free freedom, poppers, a water bottle for hydration, maybe a quick rinse.  I was shaking when I got in the car and headed off to meet JJ on a road running along the Salmon River. I drove fast, though not so fast that I attracted the attention of state police. First dates are so hot, especially these first dates… dates to meet men for sex. How I had come to love the not knowing what was going to happen. I just knew that some sex would happen. Too bad this one could not include being in my eyeless hood, like so many encounters at home so I could take cock blind.

I had met men for sex outdoors before, only cock sucking and getting fucked.

Yes, I found the side road. And then it was time to wait. Wait for him to arrive. His was not the first car driving by with a guy giving me a careful look. Or the second. This must have been a place for “like-minded men.” Places like this were all too few in Connecticut.

But until it was JJ, the cars just drove by.  Maybe I did not know the “rules” for this road.

Finally, a car pulled up just beyond me. A hot looking guy got out, he fit the self-description. He looked my way. Waved. I waved back. He took a blanket from the car, nodded in my direction. I nodded back.  I got out of my car. He looked. I looked back. He smiled. I am not bad looking for an older guy, older than him. Nice legs. Not heavy. He smiled again. I gathered my stuff. We re-confirmed. He headed into the woods. I followed discretely.

3 p.m. I had about an hour to play.

My legs shook a bit as I followed. Once in the woods, I took of my shirt. I wanted to feel the warmth on as much skin as possible. He walked without looking back. I was nervous. I was intent on this.

 We did not take a trail. He knew where he was going and how to get there. I submitted to the uncertainty, willingly. It had been a while since I had had sex in the woods… After about  after about five minutes, he stopping in a small clearing in the woods. Private enough. Big enough to be in full sun. Enough cover to provide privacy, and we were near no trails.

We said hello. We stripped. He spread out the blanket. I knelt. I got the mask and poppers ready. I saw his cock grow. I took it my mouth. H got hard fast. He used his cockhead to play with my mouth.  

 Delicious. Sweat beginning to run. Sweet. The sun, the humidity, my skin responding, even to just the here. I knew this would be a special time to be nude in the woods. My cock responded.

The sun beat down. There were birds. He told me, “Get on all fours. Give me your ass. I want it.”

This first date was about sex, pure sex. No small talk. No getting to know each other. This was sex, sex the right way, for pure enjoyment, no other agenda. What would happen would happen. What would follow would follow.

Then there were his hands on my ass – caressing it, lightly spanking it. Spreading my cheeks. His mouth was on my hole. Then his tongue was teasing me.

 He spoke, “Delicious hole… baby…”

I felt a first finger, a bit of lube, first penetration. “Yes,” said by both of us.

“Yes,” by me.

 “More?”

 “Yes. I want you to take my hole.”

More. Two fingers fucking my hole. Then, two fingers from each hand gently seeing how much they could stretch me as I reached back to spread my ass cheeks. “More you will get, Bob…”

The ass play continued.

I was sweating. I knew he was. I was loving this.

We working together quietly. Just the sound of our breathing. Then the lubing up began. His fingers carefully getting my hole ready. Then the sound of hands being lubed. The lube was running in the heat. Dripping down my balls. I grabbed some to apply to my hard cock, to rub on my chest. A pause. The two fingers were again fucking my hole. Though this time really fucking it.

I could not be quiet. “Yes, ahhh!”

Then three. Then four. Up to the knuckles. Fucking my hole.

“Yes, ahhhhh!”

We were two men. Nude. Under the sun. He was about to fuck me with his fist.

“Let me feel your cock.”

“After I fist you. After your hole is so ready.”

“OK”

 “Get ready, Bob, get ready to take it. Get that mask on. I want to see what it does. Popper up like the pig you are. Let me feel your hole relax… feel your hole so want what I will give it.”

 I got the mask ready. Put it on.

 Starting taking deep breathes, letting the poppers hit my brain and hole, take charge. Felt the lust grow. Felt the real pig emerge. I started to push back on the four fingers in my hole, started to actively fuck them with my cunt. Four fingers, to the knuckles. In… then the addition of his thumb. Bigger. Resistance. The pressure of a hand wanting in, bigger than what used to be the resistance of a hard cock wanting it, wanting in.

“Huff, baby, more, I am feeling you so want me to fist you.”

The sweat was pouring. The mask was off.

I wanted his hand in. Hard to believe but this would be the first time if he was able to get fully past the sphincter guarding my rectum. Slowly, adding pressure. I could feel the knuckles, pushing. I pushed back. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t. This fist is getting in your hole, Bob. It is why we are here. For you to take my fist in the full light of the sun. Damn I want your ass. Take another hit, maybe two or three. Get that mask back on, pig. Drench that paper towel. Leave the mask on. Let the poppers take over your brain, while my hand takes over your hole.”

The mask went back on. The delicious arousing, inflaming aroma of poppers filled my nostrils. The effect seemed to go all to my hole. I could feel the hits urging my anus to open fully. He let left his fingers and thumb in me, rotating, adding lube, more pressure, some in and out, that feeling of going from small to large, the knuckles… And then… a brief, intense flash of pain, pain that is really deep pleasure, deep pleasure, I wanted it.

His fist went in.

“Fuck, Bob, my fist is in you.

“Damn.”

“Let me rotate my hand.”

Incredible. To feel so full. To feel the fist in my hole, turning, the knuckles stimulating my pussy. My pussy. Taking the next step. Then he pulled out. “Yes.”

“Again, please.”

“Yes. We have just begun.”

Again, the pressure, the resistance, the entry, a flash of pain, the fullness.

“Fist me, fist me, YES, fuck, fist me.”

Under the hot sun. I felt a wildness come over me.

Over and over again. In. Out. A string of precum hanging from my cock. My whole being was focused on what JJ was doing to my hole. We paused. I re-charged the mask again to go into a deeper popper haze. A deeper haze and a sharper sense wonder of this. The Sweat ran down my body. My heart raced. My head was spinning. We started to work together, his fisting in and out, me pushing back, pulling away.  I felt I had to stand up. To raise my hands high to thank the sun. I stood. His fist in my ass… the first of many times he and other men would fist me standing up – what would become one favorite way of giving my hole to be fisted. I could feel myself being overcome – of having to get down on my knees again – too woozy to stand – but so fucking happy, hungry being fisted. “Wreck my pussy. Wreck my cunt. Make me your fist pig.”

“You already are, I can tell, Bob…”

Like that first time getting fucked, you remember the first time you felt your anus close after that first fist entered you. That intense pain that is no longer pain, but pleasure. But then it is pain, you cannot believe something so large went into you.

That day JJ was a gentle lover,  finally ending our time not by fucking me but by jerking off a load, hot my ass lips.

How soon it was time to go. So hard to leave.

“May we meet again?”

“Yes, Bob.”

“Here, I hope.”

“For sure.”

“Timing will be tricky…”

“I have to have you again, Bob.”

He has, but not often enough.

It was not easy to put clothes on. I was glad I had an extra towel to sit on driving home. And in some strange way, I was not really embarrassed to walk in the Dunkin Donuts on the way home to get a coffee – a wet spot on the back of my pants. Or when I saw the little rivulet of lube and ass juices, and his load running down my left leg as I waited to order and then pay. I had finally been fisted. And outdoors. Not the first gay sex outdoors. But a milestone in my passage to fulfill being a homosexual.

I made it home. It felt good to shower. My ass lips felt good when I touched them in the shower. I wondered if a doctor would notice anything. I do not care about that now.

So, impaled right now on a huge dildo. I remember the days when a normal sized dildo fought its way to get into my ass. Those days are over. JJ has helped me so much. And feeling my hole distended over 4 inches – well now, no problem, it feels good.

I remember that first date – to fist, in the sun. Not the last. Would that we could become lovers. He has taken my pussy again and again. No one does it better.

And my memory is so much fuller than this brief memoir.

I love you man. I want you. Now… and now that you are growing your cunt, I want to share cunts…