Fisting a Porn Star

'What is a porn star?' pornstar Damian Ford asks in Jochim Hick's 'Sex/Life in LA 2' (2005)...does one movie make you a star? Well, Damian, in the twisted world of porn, I'd say 'yes,' but it pays to get the pornstar's name correct, which can be hard since some performers play under more than one name. But I had a brain fart at Tom Fister's party last Dore Up Your Alley night, which was last Sunday night. I had seen this guy before at Tom's parties, and I recognized him as Ray Raven from HDK's 'Roadtrip #3' in a segment where he got gangfucked by the Chris Cohand Houston gang...he has a splendid, fabulous 'abused' (as Jeff Palmer would say) hole, and I knew that I wanted to fuck it, fist it. Last Sunday night I had my chance...he was there!...and after exchanging glances for about half an hour in Tom's 'fisting attic,' we connected. 'No gloves, right?' I asked. 'No gloves,' he said.
And then I blew it...I said, 'aren't you Ray?' 'No,' he said, 'I'm David.' Which was true, no doubt. He got up into the sling and I fisted his hot ass for a good while, and he was a talented, receptive bottom, this David not Ray. His wasn't the deepest hole I've ever fisted...after some work, I finally got my fist completely in but I wasn't able to work it around as I've done in the deepest, widest holes (see the Cathedral City Cove fistfuck) but this was a nice, satisfying encounter. I'm sure it was Ray Raven, though...which would have made it hotter for me...since I buddylisted him last year on barebackrt and he's poz (of course!). Ray Raven. Blissed out after fisting this nice butt, I hit the bars in the Castro (Tom's is just up the street), Toad Hall not much goin' on, Midnight Sun nothin' goin' on, my pal Robert was tending the front bar at The Mix but it was an dull looking crowd and way after midnight...so I bagged it and caught the last Metro train, and was in my own bed by 1 a.m.
Subsequently, I checked my own private porn library and played the Houston segment of 'HDK Road Trip #3' and saw my porn star...he's Roy not Ray Raven, and he's my guy. Roy, Ray, no matter, in bed, alone, I jacked off to the memory of fisting a hot poz butt. Yes, there are porn stars out there, he's a porn star, fuck'em, fist'em.

Dore Sling Fist & Fuck at Master Tom's

I've got 3 loads of cum in my ass as I write this, around midnight on a Thursday/Friday, but I'm not going to write about that right now...I have to let experiences marinate in the juices of my mind before I write, so what happened tonight, really more of a porn review, will have to wait. Tonight I'm going to write about the fisting party at Tom Fister's in conjunction with Dore Alley, now known as Up Your Alley. First of all, for those who don't know, TomFister hosts fisting parties in his home, a Victorian in the Castro. Tom is a gracious host and his parties are always great with nice guys, who come from all over the world, and the parties take place in a very respectable house in a very respectable neighborhood, but inside that house it's pure raunch. There's always a porn star or two, always great for local color...and lots of barebacking. Now I'm a fisting top and a good one...I'm just short of 5-8 and with small hands, and there are always unattached fisting bottoms looking to get probed and usually punched, and it's usually easy to hook up. There are a lot of trading glances but not much posing and the bullshit one encounters elsewhere. I fisted three guys that night and my favorite was the last, a chunky guy with a round butt, and nice pleasant friendly face. Although he said he was experienced, it must have been a while since he was last fisted...his hole was a bit tight and I didn't get in much deeper than my wrist. No matter. Fisting is not about how deep a top can get in or how much a bottom can take. It's a mutual scene respectful of limitations. I moved my fist around in his tight ass to good measure, and he seemed to enjoy it. His hole was experienced; it certainly looked like a well-used pussy, no matter how tight it was. I had asked him if he wanted me to wear gloves, and he said it was up to me, that he was poz...the right answers. But here it was, I had given him a good workout, and he had that big beautiful pussyass, and I couldn't resist: I wanted to fuck that ass. In a flash, my swollen dick (I had pumped a bit before I hit the party) was in his poz butt, and I gave him a vigorous fuck, which surprised me since I had had a few drinks and had not taken any viagra. He was wearing a harness which I grabbed as I rabbit fucked his hot ass, making a lot of noise and getting a grin out of him, and a couple of groans as well. Can I claim to be a versatile bottom again? We'll see. I'm going into bottom mode again this weekend for The Gathering at a motel on Market St. I know some of the tops who are going to be there, and I mean to accommodate them, but if there's a hot little bottom there with nice, fat, wide feet...well, we'll see.