With the temperatures scorching hot, I had no real plans to do anything today other than to stay indoors and maybe play with some of my toys and get off. I’ve had my dick locked up for 160 days straight and my level of continuous horniness is at its maximum. Knowing I am not permitted to touch myself like a real man is such a head trip. I no longer just feel like a faggot, I know I am one and I fully embrace that as my identity. I love to see the cage over my dick as I’m working over my hole. (Maybe I should write a separate story about what it’s like going to the gym, changing in the locker room, using the sauna, and showering there with my junk all locked up. Jace still possesses the code to unlock me, and we are both committed to reach at least Labor Day.)
Back to the story of today, I was just about to get started with a smallish toy in my bum when my phone rang. I was surprised to see it was Steve. He told me he had a versatile fisting buddy coming over and invited me to join them. At first, I was hesitant as I am admittedly a very greedy bottom and do not like to share with others, especially with others I haven’t met. Steve assured me that his friend Brent is cool, and a really nice guy, and it did not hurt that Steve sweet talked me until he got his way.
I decided to give myself an extra round of cleaning myself internally since I would be expecting some serious assplay. Afterwards, I took a couple of gummies and needed to decide on wardrobe. I rifled through my collection of jockstraps and landed on a dark blue Helsinki Athletica that I had purchased from DailyJocks quite some time ago. I also decided to wear my leather harness. Since I would be walking over to Steve’s just a few blocks. I did not wear a shirt but I did put on a kilt, white knee-high socks and a red leather strap around my bicep.
I packed a couple of toys in my backpack along with some poppers and an extra gummy or two in the event it would be needed, and, I had half a spray bottle of max impact left so I chucked that in the bag as well. Since it was so hot outside, I think I saw one other person on the street in my 7 minute walk. I was sweating pretty bad by the time I arrived to Steve’s place. I sniffed my right pit and inhaled. Mmmmm, it smelled musky and ripe, just as I’d hoped.
I knew Steve would have left the door unlocked for me, and I was right. I walked inside and locked the door behind me. As I approached Steve’s bedroom, Brent was on all 4’s with Steve’s right forearm already up his backside.
Let me describe Brent. He’s 39, a bit stocky, only 5’7”, about 165#, his ass was smooth, he was wearing a singlet with the ass cut out. He did not notice me enter the room as his head was down on the pillow facing the other direction with his ass up in the air.
Steve turned around and smiled when I cleared my throat to announce my arrival. He said he left me a “special someThing” on his bureau and told me to make myself comfortable as he began to pull his arm from Brent’s ass. That’s when I saw Brent’s face for the first time and realized I recognized him from the gay bar. Blondish/brown hair, blue/green eyes, stubble on his face. His eyes looked pretty glazed over as mine would soon be. I realized he was likely already too fucked up to provide me with a proper greeting, but I wasn’t offended at all.
Steve reached behind him for a large toy, the Hilt 105 by Topped Toys, covered it in grease and easily shoved it up Brent’s ass to keep him occupied while I stripped and took up space on my stomach next to him. Steve carefully inserted the bump into my rear and for 10 minutes I watched him punch fist Brent after he removed the Hilt toy. Watching Brent take Steve’s fist was pretty hot.
When Steve thought I was ready he told me to get on my knees and bring my ass to him. While still slow punching Brent he placed a couple of fingers inside me to see if I was ready, and believe me, between the gummies and the special T, my hole was primed.
Steve dipped his fist in the grease, having two separate tubs for each of us. I took a deep hit of poppers and passed the bottle to Brent, and we began to make out heavily as Steve had a fist in each of us. Steve is definitely a true ass man, he can’t ever get enough, and that’s why I like him! Steve’s closed left fist entered my first ring with absolutely no resistance, a very smooth entry. That initial feeling of a closed fist pushing its way inside me, his knuckles scraping on my every nerve ending, made me feel alive. Brent and I were definitely on Cloud 9 and our lips and tongues were all over each other. There was definitely an added element to the mix with another person involved.
Steve would alter hard punches with slower, shallow punches to really open up our pussy lips, with deeper, almost elbow deep. When his hands needed a brief reprieve, he’d stuff our holes with toys.
When Steve needed a longer break, he sat in his chair and smoked some clouds and drank some Gatorade and he told Brent to take over fisting me. Brent seemed very happy to oblige. Before he took his place behind me, Steve blew some clouds in Brent’s mouth, and Brent then blew them in mine. We did this exchange 3 times. Holy shit it was hot as fuck. I’d never done anything like that and it gave a new meaning to term “chain smoker”.
At this point my asshole was quaking to have something in it.
”Fist me, fucker!” I yelled. “”Let me see what you got!”
I put the gas mask over my face and listened to Brent lube up his fists. When the first fist entered, I hardly felt it. It was smaller than Steve’s that’s for sure. When the fumes started to take hold, I became even more aggressive and reached back to put my own fist next to Brent’s. He realized the struggle, so he pushed my hand away and I removed the mask and was floating high. Brent put his palm over his fist and I cooed.
”Do it…give me both! Fuck yeah, I want it!
I heard Steve say something like, “I told you he’s a pig. Give it to him hard, he can take it!”
Steve came over to my side and grabbed my waist and held me steady so I wouldn’t move as Brent balled his fists up and put them both inside me. I opened as wide as the Chunnel and almost assgasmed as Brent double punched my ruined cunt over and over until I needed to pull off.
Steve kissed me and said that was truly amazing to watch. So now I had Brent squatting on his knees behind me, Steve sitting to my left. I flipped onto my back, poppered up, and Steve put his right fist inside me and left it there as Brent pushed his inside next to it. In a slow rhythm, they both began a steady movement, back and forth, ever so carefully, they would pull back to stretch my cunt entrance and push inside a little deeper, both probing my colon to snake their joined effort for me to take it down to their forearms, which I eventually did.
When they pulled out, I saw my prolapsed rosebud in Steve’s mirror. He told me to take a break as he was gonna put Brent in the sling for a bit. I put a giant plug up my ass so it wouldn’t close as I watched Brent enjoy his own double punching. After awhile I wanted to get closer to the action so I stood behind the sling and reached for Brent’s nipples, pushing the straps of the singlet off to the side. I twisted and turned Brent’s tits like radio dials and Steve was really terrorizing his asshole. Brent grabbed his seven inch dick and began to stoke it. I was surprised to see it so hard given the chemicals in his system. Once again, I watched a real man stroke himself and I was even more turned on if that was even possible. When I leaned over to bite his left nip he shot a massive load, my cheek was struck by a warm shot of cum. I positioned myself so I could swallow the rest of Brent’s load and used my tongue to get as much as I could.
Steve pulled his fists out of Brent’s ass and we all paused to get our collective breaths until we could assist Brent’s transition from the sling to the bed. He was definitely still very high, but thankfully, still coordinated. Steve asked how I was doing and if I wanted any more. I could tell he was getting tired from satisfying two needy bottoms so I said I’d take a ride on his foot until he was ready to go again.
Steve and Brent were now laying side by side on the bed and Brent said I could ride his foot, too, if I wanted. Of course I wanted. So I lubed up Steve’s left foot and Brent’s right and for the next 20-30 minutes I switched off stuffing my pussy with their feet. Steve was awake enough to give me some literal swift kicks in the ass which I really enjoyed.
Steve told me to lube their forearms next. Steve and Brent clasped their hands together and formed a large fist. I took some max impact spray and the instant I felt the effects, I lowered myself down as far as I could. Somehow we ended up that I was on all 4’s while they repositioned and they jointly wrecked my cunt until I was pissing and cumming from the assgasm they had given me. My body shook and convulsed intensely.
We played for over 6 hours in total. By then since I’d had too much, I was getting a little pink and we decided to put a pause on our ffun. The three of us fell asleep with Brent in the middle for a few hours. When I woke up, Steve and Brent were still out so I quietly dressed and saw myself out.
Damn, my cunt is fucking gaping and a bit sore, but it was definitely worth it.
