Paulik - sneakers, dildos & fisting
This is a true story. This happened to me in mid-July 2002, in Switzerland, when looking forward to my 26th birthday.
I have got in contact with him through an ad that I had placed on a gay Internet site. It was the first time I did that sort of thing, and I did it just because I was curious of the kind of responses I would receive when placing a text corresponding to my sexual preferences. I don't remember the exact words I used, but I recall inspiring myself with the other ads on the site: submissive young slut, taking anything up the ass, looking for big fuck-pole. Shortly after placing it on the site, I got the first responses. He just e-mailed me a short message, describing himself and his likes, and added his mobile phone number in order to precise our sexual preferences by SMS.
In the following exchange of text-messages, we agreed on a first meeting, which didn't happen because of a indisposition on his side, and some days later on a second one that was to take place on the Saturday afternoon to-come. I was, at the time, living with a female roommate and I didn't want her to surprise me in some bizarre SM position in our apartment. So I suggested that we should be doing "it" in the cellar compartment we rented with the apartment. This would also complete the scene-to-happen with a corresponding decor. In his messages, he made clear demands for our encounter: first of all I had to prepare my dildos that I told him about in my messages, secondly he demanded that I don't wear any underwear when we meet, and thirdly I had to agree to be blindfolded. His instructions to address him formally however were not carried out seriously, neither by him nor by myself. In his messages, he promised me a whole set of sexual practices and solely their imagination already excited me. As he lived in G. and didn't know L. all too well, we arranged a meeting point under the C. bridge, which he knew, near the headquarters of the fire brigade.
I include his SMS messages transcribed hereafter (French):
15.7.2002
21.19 alors quand je te defonce ton cul
21.34 clair j adore defoncer un bon cul a fond et bien me faire pomper
21.44 parfait tu m attends a poil a 4 pattes le cul bien ecarte yeux bandes ok apres m occupe de toi a fond
21.47 des que j arrive tu me leche les pompes correctement pendant que je te donne des fesses et dilate ton cul t as matos
21.50 ok et respect tu me dois ok salope t as matos
21.57 ok tu me sort tout ok te veux bien pute ok redis moi comment tu dois m attendre
22.04 yeux bandes et tu leche mes les pompes direct ok apres je t attache et te defonce tes trous
17.7.2002
16.27 non pas sauna ok viendrai te chercher et trouve un endroit ou tu peux hurler que t es une grosse chienne
18.53 on fait dans ta cave tu trouve un endroit propre ok et rend tout ton matos
19.46 ok vers 20 heure apres on va ou ? tu t habille sex ok pas de slip
19.54 prend de quoi te bander les yeux aussi j aime que ma a chienne voit rien
19.55 ok tenu sex et tout ton matos avec salope
19.7.2002
13.09 desole pour hier soir c etait mon anni alors j ai fais la fete un peut tard quand prochaine fois et la carotte apres l avoir enfonce dans ton cul tu la bouffe ok je vais bien te limer pour te faire cracher dessus
15.18 tu boude suis desole pour hier soir
16.43 oui t aime te faire cracher dessus aussi et lecher un bon cul tu prend tout ton matos ok
16.45 et le tu tu l enleve ok tu me dis vous ok
Saturday came and I prepared myself: showered, washing my ass out, shaved face and ass and looked for some sexy street-style clothes in my wardrobe. It was hot outside, so I just put on a T-shirt, some worn pants and, of course as demanded, no undies.
Within a 10-minute bicycle-ride I was at the meeting point and saw him right away in his red car standing on a parking place, waiting. I approached the window on the driver-side and asked him whether he was waiting for me. He nodded and told me to get in the car. He examined me briefly and required me to give him directions. Already in the car I got a hard-on. I had him leave the car near where I live and, on the way to the apartment, asked him whether he wanted something to drink first; he declined: let's get it on. So I lead him directly to the cellar. The compartment is a small room, which measures about four on three meters, with an old concrete floor and massive walls. There are homemade shelves and cabinets on all the walls. An old cardboard box blocked a small window and the wooden door protected us from undesirable looks. Against one of the walls rested a small, unused table on which I already prepared a paper bag with my toys. I locked the door.
Looking around the room, he put down a black bag he brought and told me right away to take off the shirt and to lower the pants. I hesitated a second, then did as I was told, my heart beginning to beat faster. Standing naked in front of him, my dick already hard and standing out, I felt like a slut, a rent-boy. I savored the feeling. He approached and took my genitals in his hand, weighing them, and then touching my torso roughly. He asked for the blindfold, so I searched my bag and gave him the pink rag that he fastened rapidly around my head. Unexpectedly, I could still see part of what was happening from under it. He told me to kneel which I did promptly, putting a bath towel under my knees. I heard him lift his shirt and unzip his jogging pants. He fumbled inside his drawers and freed his dick. I didn't dare to touch it without his permission. I didn't have to - he took my head in his hands, pulling it against him. I opened my mouth and suddenly felt his dick touch my lips. I started to lick and explore it, and easily figured that this was the longest and biggest dick that I ever had. I seized its base to control the movements and felt that he recently shaved off his pubic hair.
After some minutes of licking, sucking and deep throating, he turned to his bag, getting out something and sniffing twice. He asked me if I wanted to do some poppers. I denied, licking my lips that were dripping with saliva. I preferred experiencing this real-time, without filtering any part of it. He asked me for my toys and I referred him to my bag. He looked inside it and presented my dildos, some pairs of handcuffs, my self-made whip and other stuff I had packed. He was surprised at the sight of the dildos since, besides a black, elongated one and a standard size tanned one, there was also another tanned one which was about 7 cm (2.8 inches) thick and 30 cm (12 inches) long. He couldn't imagine me taking this one up my ass and demanded me to prove it. I spread a bath-towel on the floor and I creamed my ass with lubricant. Then I placed the dildo on the floor and sat down slowly on the dildo. I shoved it up my ass several times in order to cut the usual sharp pain at the beginning and to make myself comfortable. Then, while continuing my up-and-down movements, I refocused on his dick and caressed it with my mouth. Filled up on both ends, both fuck-holes wet & wide, being taken roughly ... it was like a dream come true.
After some time, he indicated to me that I should stop. He told me instead to lick his sneakers, which I did instantly with pleasure. He wore a pair of smooth red and white puma speed-cats. My favorites! My tongue went up to his ankles, exposed by his low socks, I opened the shoe laces, removed the sneakers, smelled the inside of them, then the socks, removed them also and licked - at last - the naked feet. Beginning with the instep, I lifted them to taste the soles and to slide my tongue between toes. While I was doing this, my head down on his feet, he bent over and started to finger my anus, which was up in the air. As it was difficult for him to further penetrate my ass with his hand from this position, I abandoned his feet and turned around. He also went down on his knees and, one hand on my buttocks, began to fist me with the other. He first tried to slide in the four fingers of his hand, stopping at the knuckles, then started rotating the hand and moving the fingers as to be able to move it further down my anus. Finally he managed to penetrate me completely and made a fist inside me, which he turned, gyrated, moved, in and out.
He then ordered me to stand up and to bend over. Knowing what was to come, I rested my elbows on the wooden table, spreading my legs and arching my ass upwards as to affirm my disposition to receive whatever he would inflict upon me now. And I didn't have to wait for long: I already felt his big dick sliding through my ass-crack. Then he rammed it inside me and fucked me hard, deep down, his trunk slapping against my butt. Between thrusts, I heard him sniffing again from his vial. I went into ecstasy, my mouth wide open, a mute outcry of pain and pleasure. Unable to escape from his grip, I had to let him impale me as deep as it would go. And he went on for what felt like hours.
Then he turned me around, told me to lie on the edge of the table and to lift my legs up. Seizing them by the ankles, he splayed them apart and moved forward. And again he came down on me.
Until that time I already came three times, being so aroused. He didn't. He continued working me over for at least an hour without coming. Afterwards I was completely exhausted and weakly shivering from the effort.
After I finally managed to appease him, we had a quick smoke, dressed, and he dropped me of at our initial meeting point where I retrieved my bike. I really enjoyed riding my bike home, feeling the irritation of my anus, the moist remains of lubricant and knowing that I've been fucked big time.