Lthrwzrd
06-08-2010, 07:24 PM
"Aww, shucks," I said. Actually I wrote it down, because he is deaf.
I saw him on my first visit to FFA-CAC. He is slight of build with small, talented hands. <Very Evil Grin>
I felt drawn to him right away. Butt I am a top, and the idea of being his hand puppet was not on list of things to do at the time, though he was - and still is - very hot.
So, when he wrote "I'm a top." All I could do was write: "Bummer, I'm a top, too." And I turned to cruise the rest of the guys there.
In a moment, before I could leave that room at the top of the stairs, I felt him hugging me. And soon after that he put my hand at his hole. Easy acccess for me, since he had on only boots and a red jock - which he filled nicely.
When I fisted him, it was heaven for both of us. His eyes, which had maintained delicious contact with mine, rolled back in his head, and the small noises he made were music to my ears.
Afterwards, when we were done enjoying the afterglow and I went downstairs to the lounge, several of the regulars were on my case. "He is Mr. Fist," they said. "And you are turning him into a bottom."
Bottom? No. He went on to fist many other appreciative guys that night, and W/we became more than ff-buddies. We were together for two blissful years, until practical matters kept us apart. We still see each other periodically, and the memories are sweet.
I saw him on my first visit to FFA-CAC. He is slight of build with small, talented hands. <Very Evil Grin>
I felt drawn to him right away. Butt I am a top, and the idea of being his hand puppet was not on list of things to do at the time, though he was - and still is - very hot.
So, when he wrote "I'm a top." All I could do was write: "Bummer, I'm a top, too." And I turned to cruise the rest of the guys there.
In a moment, before I could leave that room at the top of the stairs, I felt him hugging me. And soon after that he put my hand at his hole. Easy acccess for me, since he had on only boots and a red jock - which he filled nicely.
When I fisted him, it was heaven for both of us. His eyes, which had maintained delicious contact with mine, rolled back in his head, and the small noises he made were music to my ears.
Afterwards, when we were done enjoying the afterglow and I went downstairs to the lounge, several of the regulars were on my case. "He is Mr. Fist," they said. "And you are turning him into a bottom."
Bottom? No. He went on to fist many other appreciative guys that night, and W/we became more than ff-buddies. We were together for two blissful years, until practical matters kept us apart. We still see each other periodically, and the memories are sweet.