Erastus, a fellow Mormon, invited me over to his flat to play one evening. I jumped at the chance. Mormon boys are either really very wild or really very mild—it's usually the former, rather than the 'L'atter.
It was a very erotic and rewarding session. Upon meeting, we had instant connection. We fucked. We fisted. We played deep and wide. We discussed our kink yums and our kink yucks. We matched in many ways including our piss preferences and lube practices.
"While I prefer getting soaked with piss from head to toe, I hate getting lube anywhere outside the circle of life" he said.
"Circle of life?" I responded.
"That's what I call the lube perimeter around my hole." He replied. "Most often, it's radius is no more than 15 cm from my cunt."
"So, more so a circle of lube than the circle of life. I thought you were going all Mufasa on me." I laughed.
To my inquiry, he responded "Potato, po-tah-to — tomato, to-mah-to. Lube and life — it's all the same when it comes to fisting."
"I think my circle is even smaller than yours is. I wear a tight jock when bottoming because I hate getting lube on my balls. It freaks me out." I said.
The conversation and fisting continued. My ball sack remained free of lube and dry until we started dousing each other with piss.
"I am playing with my Dutch friend tomorrow. You are welcome to come back and join us."
"I'd love to!" I responded.
"I can tell you now though, that your circle of life will be violated. He uses lube liberally, and you will finish coated in his signature FFlexiglaze lube. He's good though, it's worth it."
The following eve I returned to play with the Mormon and the Dutchman. True to form, every centimeter of my body was sticky or piss saturated. Never before had I enjoyed such a violation of my circle, and I jump at every chance I get to play with either guy to this day.
— FF Chronicles: 07.012.0316 & 08.012.0317