Deep Inside to the Pit

In matters sexual, there is no one who has really done all that there is to do.  Now you may think you have, but trust me, you haven't...really.  That's what's great about your sex life: it's over when you want it to be over.  Until then, keep at it, learning, testing yourself, enjoy the stimulation...as you get older, sex,  always somewhat mental, becomes more so.  So?  What's happened to me that caused me to turn so philosophical?  Here's what happened: I fisted an ass up to my armpit.  I could have gone deeper, I think, but my shoulder got in the way.  A bony shoulder might have gone deeper, but I've been working out, so my shoulder was too big.  All I can say is that for the first time in my fisting career, I wasn't terrified once I got beyond the elbow.  This ass just kept sucking me in.  Who is this talented superb bottom?  Nah, I never divulge names unless it's a professional, a pornstar, or a bottom who gives me permission.  So, nah, but man, what an experience for a top!  I still tremble a little when I think back about it.  There are professional men, career men, men of stature and substance in their public lives who...have...an inner self...that they offer up for exploration...usually on a Saturday night, but not necessarily.  That's my point here: you never really know a man until you get deep inside, and then...deeper and deeper.  And keep trying until you find him.
Thank you, God, for the gift of opportunity....I love fisting!!!!!

Drivin' the Chariot: Fisting Two Hot Asses at Once

I'm a quick sketch; I'm in the Civic Center Motor Lodge for another sexual encounter, fisting this time and I can see right away that my job is to hold steady while these two possessed sex-driven crazy ass bottoms ride my arms in some bronco busting action that keeps me, a top...the top...in a suspended, awed state of submission.  Don't talk to me about power bottoms.  This is beyond power bottoms...this is uncharted territory for me, and frankly, gents, there are times where I can get a little scared...maybe this would be one of them.

Take a straight-looking businessman by day, and put him in a fabulously old school, semi-seedy motel just blocks from the very grand San Francisco City Hall, and you might guess that he'd take my extended arm all the way to the elbow in one sleazy slide and then work his hole like a pumperjack.  A stocky guy but graceful with each stroke, all the way in, and then he'd let up, until very nearly out.  I'm on the bed and on my back...this is the maybe only way this can be done, and by the way, the view is great.

Meanwhile, on my other arm is another power bottom whose approach is totally different...how about a hole that sucks up an arm like a python sucks up an alligator? Ah, slowly but firmly, completely, finally,silently.  The hardest job was giving each man his due, these two different styles could make an unwieldy chariot, but I think I did OK.  I'm so lookin' forward to the next time.  And by the way, anybody out there the wee bit interested, you can find out more about me on Asspig, or Barebackrt, or Adam4Adam (San Francisco/Civic Center)...just start with billytwee.  Any pair of bottoms wanting a chariot ride, now knows how to find out more.

Hardass: Fisting Top Humbled

I had played with this durable fisting bottom years ago.  This weekend, thanks to Asspig, we hooked up again...later is better than never; this was to be a memorable connection.  I do remember that this guy had endured surgery on his butthole for some reason that I cannot recall.  What I do recall is that this guy gives the term 'hardass' a new dimension.  His buttwalls are like fuckin' concrete.  Getting through that hole in the wall requires endurance and patience, and neither failed me last night as I worked my way through that tight, tight, tight hole.  Getting through was like having your hand crushed by a brick on each side.  I found that I could get a better extension by turning by hand sideways with thumb on the bottom and pinkie on the top, and working it in bit by bit.  Let me tell you this top was humbled by this superb bottom.  Despite the crushing pressure on my fist...as if some bull had placed a brick on my hand and put his full weight on that brick...I kept on, and yelled...screamed(!)...in pain as I got through.  Yowza!  That fuckin' hurts, you'll never hear a top talk like this until he fists this guy.  Once in, we had a great time, the pressure eases a little but builds over time...I lasted only about ten minutes of this torture, but the bottom came, albeit weakly...what a time we had.  A hard...hardass, yeah.

Every fisting session is a new experience with something to be learned and gained.  Tops take note: that brick in the wall can crush your fist.