A very attractive young man in his early 20s—a former marine who was supposedly straight, except when he got drunk or high—once asked me to fist him, and I reluctantly agreed.
Reluctantly, because fisting really isn’t appealing to me at all, but this guy was hot. VERY very hot. I know, I know … if you follow most of my postings here and there, it seems that I describe all my sexual conquests as hot young straight guys; but in truth they are, and you’ve also probably seen photos and videos that illustrate my narratives rather nicely. If not, just trust me, this young stud was at a level of physical hotness that is quite a few echelons above my 35-year-old body that hasn’t been inside a gym since George W. Bush was president. What’s more, he had never heard of StickyDrama and so he was not one of those types who were attracted to the “powerful” perception of me that the website impressed on my readers, nor was he one of the manwhores who had heard of how I spoil my boytoys. This guy was actually in prison during StickyDrama’s zenith and had no idea about any of that. He just wanted me to fist him, plain and simple.
Here I’d like to go on a somewhat long tangent and reveal a valuable lesson about men, especially young men: They tend to have an irrational fear of rejection and lack of confidence. Consequently they are intimidated by other attractive men and women; and so in order to avoid that embarrassment, attractive young men will often make sexual advances towards people who most of us will agree are average-looking by typical standards of beauty. And if an attractive young guy is interested in gay sex—which most of them are, to varying degrees—the tendency almost becomes the rule. Very attractive young men who are “bicurious” tend to make a move on what they perceive as a safe or easy choice—a guy who is definitely gay, average-looking and DTF—in other words, a guy who would never turn down a hot young stud-muffin. For the most part, it’s not easy being a gay man, even in today’s supposedly progressive society. Homosexuality is still taboo. But that taboo can work to the pariah’s advantage. Believe it or not, when I was in my 20s, I went to the gym 5 days a week and had a very toned (although not buff) body; however, I found it difficult to hook up with guys my own age and in at least as good shape as I was. But now I have much more sex with athletic young straight (or straight-acting) guys, even though I’m in average, far-from-perfect shape. I’ve come to believe that all men are more likely to have sex with a person, male or female, when they believe that they won’t be rejected. This is true for gay and straight men: You’ll often notice that an average-looking woman manages to attract more men than a very beautiful woman. This situation is what I metaphorically refer to as “picking the low-hanging fruit”: most men don’t want a challenge and will avoid trying to have sex with someone they perceive as requiring a big effort to seduce. Furthermore they’re scared of rejection, so they pursue a sex partner they perceive as relatively less attractive because very good-looking people are unintentionally intimidating. Add to this the fact that many or perhaps even most beautiful women prefer older men for reasons that have nothing to do with looks, such as maturity or wealth. So while it might seem paradoxical at first, several societal forces lure young attractive men to pursue what they perceive as an easy fuck who won’t reject them, and who will likely be thrilled to have them. Exploiting these forces to have casual sex with hot young guys might seem shallow or licentious, and I don’t disagree. I’ve had several long-term relationships with both sexes, and prefer to have sex when in love with my partner. But in my opinion, casual sex with random hot guys makes the times between LTRs a lot more fun.
Now let’s get back to Mr. Fister: He didn’t want money or drugs or anything—in fact, he had already gotten high by himself, which was how this otherwise straight guy had the wherewithal to ask me to fist him in the first place—so I went along with it. We tried, we tried really very hard, but his ass was simply too tight and I couldn’t go past the fourth knuckle. After about an hour of strenuous pushing, we gave up and had normal, vanilla sex. (Except he also asked me to piss in his ass, which I flat out refused to do.)
No one else has ever asked me to do it to him, no one’s ever asked to do it to me—and I would refuse, no matter how hot the guy might be.
For those glorious details of how his asshole tightened and puckered, buy my book next year.