I fucked this butt in Raleigh-Durham on xmas eve in '94. Jay and I met at a queer country line dancing holiday expo and after a few line kicks and a couple of drinks (and a raffle ticket win at the pride table), Jay and I went back to my Sheraton suite and fucked something fierce. A beautiful butt as is, it was especially hot to slide my cut meat into his butt without a condom or even lube (or even spit). It was his first time with a guy, and also his first time country line dancing, and my thick dick tore through his boy-hymen. My big fat dick ripped his butthole to shreds. But after shrieking like a screaming queen when I ripped open his butt, Jay got into the groove and vibe of violent anonymous buttfucking. Sure, Jay didn't really know what he was doing, and he was letting an absolute buttfucking master top ream his butt for the first time, but he was really a good sport about all of the STD complications he probably found himself in post-tryst. But what's a temporary bout with cock lice between dance partner buttfucking acquaintances? After we buttfucked, he asked me for my cell phone number but I didn't give it to him (I had just flown in from Boston and Jay was local to NC) because I thought he was too sexually inexperienced for me. One time with Jay's sweet tight butthole was enough for me. I never saw the guy again. Read later in the queer country line dancing monthly newsletter that Jay had died at the age of 31 of a stroke caused by complications from a combination of symptoms of his Crohn's disease and from side effects from treatments for a collection of sexually transmitted diseases. Rest in peace, Jay. I did not know about his Crohn's disease diagnosis at the time of our violent buttfucking. RIP? I sure did. And he buttfucking loved it.