I’ve been getting fisted now for over three years. It all began with a curiosity after watching videos of John Thomas and Devin Franco taking fists and focusing on their faces. I’d never seen expressions of pure joy, expressions I’ve never seen from any bottom taking dick. I knew I needed to try taking a fist, I wanted so badly to experience that level of ecstasy.
Fast forward and soon I’d increased the sizes of my toys and even bought a closed fist dildo. It took some time before I’d successfully taken my first fist. It wasn’t a long session but enough for me to experience the full feeling and long enough to know I’d be doing it again and again.
It wasn’t until over a year into my fisting journey that I had my first assgasm and with the assistance of one or two fisting top buddies I’d been taking longer and longer sessions. Deeper, wider, with the aide of gummies and poppers, I was soon experiencing sensations in my body I never thought imaginable. My entire body shivering when the crescendo of my hole quivering in joyous glee and the release of my pent up cum dribbling down my dick whether locked up or not.
In time, it was as if taking a fist or sometimes even two was filling a deep void inside me, filling my soul with everything I never knew I craved. What I needed. Feeding my needy cunt with fist became all consuming, breathing life into me with every single punch.
And now in the present, almost five full months into the present year, my cock locked up for almost all of it, I’ve been reamed out and wrecked at least nine times. Getting dicked-down is nice, but there is no substitute for a big fat mitt. My cavern of a cunt is no longer satisfied with even the biggest of cocks. I have a stable of big-dicked men that marvel at my manhole’s talent to take them inside me, and even as my sphincter works to provide them with clutch, they are able to shoot loads coating my insides. But when they finish, I’m left with a such a deep desire to get that fucking faggot cunt of mine completely destroyed with something huge, to fill my ass soul. To make me squeal like the pig I am.
So last weekend, I was home alone getting high, started to puff some clouds and playing with my toys. Toys are fun, but there is nothing like the real thing, not only the feeling of clenched fists pounding deep and hard into your guts, but the human connection impossible to replicate with an inanimate object.
I began to look on a few hook up sites where fisters would likely congregate. There were all kinds of fisting bottoms and verse men out there in the websphere, but I always look for a pure fisting top. A man who takes pleasure in destroying pussy without any reciprocation ass reciprocation. And soon, my ravenous cunt was screaming for something big, something real, something special.
I was able to find him! A top leather man, 6’4”, bald, bearded, hairy, Daddy-type with catchers-mitt sized hands, thick and meaty! He was 47, dark brown eyes and hard looking like he’d cut you up if given the opportunity. My cunt literally began to wink at the prospects of what might happen when its puffy lips met them. We’d agreed on a time and while I waited, I boofed and allowed the chemicals to work their magic on me.
There was a hard rap on my front door and I answered in a red Nasty Pig jock strap and red knee-high socks that had the word, “bottom” written on them vertically. Nothing else. I had my gas mask and poppers laid out on my bed. I had a big vat of Elbow Grease ready for him.
Vincent stepped inside and began to look at me up and down, examining me with his eyes before taking my hungry bubble butt.
“Bend over and let me see that gape, fucker!”.
His baritone voice reverberated in my living room and surprised me with its commanding tone. My head was a bit swirly from the drugs but I managed to rest my hands on the side of the sofa and bent over. Then, I placed each hand on a slab of ass and pulled them apart, revealing the gateway to my ass soul.
“Fuck, that’s a deep gape, pig. Alright, let’s get this party started.”
Vincent followed me back to my bedroom and swatted my white ass with his huge paw leaving a nice temporary imprint.
As he stripped and revealed his hairy, beefy body down to his blue boxer briefs, I watched with great anticipation. I actually stored my toys away for this session. I’d had enough of them. I wanted this time only for him, for those fucking massive digits.
Consumed by my cunt tunnel’s craving for something to fill it, I took the liberty of dipping my hand into the vat and used my hands to completely cover his right hand half way down to his elbow. I’d been warned this was his dominant hand and it would be slightly larger than his left, but I was high, and I had no cares in the world about size or logic.
I leaned over the bed with my ass facing him. I huffed on the poppers and slowly pushed my hips back as Vincent held his forearm out steady and as his closed fist began to penetrate the walls of my cunt tunnel, I closed my eyes and allowed the fullness to take over. Bright colors of red, orange, yellow and purple were forming into shapes under my eyelids as I pushed back more, seeming like an eternity before I’d finally stretched so wide. I knew I was almost there, to the widest point. I placed the gas mask on for that extra push, and when the fumes hit me hard, I took the plunge and a loud pop followed. I threw the mask off my face and howled at the sensation now inside me. I felt more alive than I had in hours.
“Nobody has ever taken my fist this fast before. Holy fuck! What a fucking cunt pig!”, followed by a hard smack on the ass with his free hand.
I fucked myself on his fleshy mitt and stopped to have him slow punch my pussy lips until those knuckles were gliding in easily. I was caught off-guard when his free hand reached below my torso and he placed my slack body over his shoulder and his left hand began to punch the living shit out of my slack and open puffed out pussy. I cried in raw pleasure, never had experienced quite a stretching in this position before. And I could feel my locked dick began to drip. I was begging him to go harder and deeper and Vincent began to grunt, deep, guttural, I felt his body sweat under me as he gave me everything he had.
He placed me down on the bed and yanked his forearm out. I watched him wipe the sweat off his brow and he snarled in my direction.
”That was fucking wild! Fuck, that cunt is something!”
”Yessir!”, I blurted. “I wasn’t lying when I said my cunt can take whatever you got.!”
”Most bottoms run from these.” Vincent held up his fists so I could see them both. “Shit. I rarely find a bottom that can take my right hand completely.”
”Well, I’m sure the chemicals help.” By now I was still feeling the endorphins and adrenaline from his initial punch out. My hole was tingling. While he held my gaze I began to finger myself with four fingers, stretching my swollen lips wide and trying so desperately to find a position to put my entire fist inside me.
Vincent sat beside me and wrapped his palm around mine and soon, I’d maneuvered my ass so his hand was in my backside, and mine, too!
I’d soon pulled mine out and saw Vincent now coating both his paws up to his elbows, lots of Crisco clumps meandering up his forearms. I put the mask on again and held my legs up. No need for a slow start, Vincent hard punched his right paw into the loose flaps of my cunt and pushed up, deep, his forearm stretching me out so wide. Once again, I was squealing in lust, high octave noises that I never reached since before puberty and my eyes began to tear. Fuck I was in heaven now. Vincent pulled his arm out quickly and before my hole had a chance to clench, his other fist replaced it, slowly pushing deeper finding its way past my second hole. I pulled the mask off and threw my hands above my head and stared at Vincent, nodding, and I unexpectedly began to shout at him.
”Wreck that faggot cunt. Punch that worthless pussy out!”
Vincent’s eyes popped open in surprise and then a mean growl overtook him. He began to provide me with the gut punching I deserved.
I was flying high and egging him on.
”Come on man, that’s all you got! I know you can fuck that hole up harder! Don’t hold back. Fucking don’t make beg!”
Vincent stood up and slapped my ass and told me to get on all 4’s. This position allowed him to use his legs and really balance his weight to annihilate what was once a well-respected and polite rectum and is now a blown-out faggot pig trough. Bolts of electricity shot through me as my body tensed and I felt my load spewing like a volcano. I fell like a puppet onto the mattress and my body shook and shuddered.
Vincent stroked my back. For a man of his demeanor, it was nice to see his tough exterior melt away for those moments.
When I regained my equilibrium I rose to grab us some cold beers. It wasn’t long before we puffed a few clouds together and I was blowing smoke into his mouth and he returned the favor. He said he had to pee and he’d been partying before we began playing. I knew that meant if I swallowed some of his piss or took a piss enema, it would be likely I’d get a little higher. So I walked him to my bathroom and squatted in the tub.
I placed the head of his cock in my mouth as the warm stream began to flow I swallowed a bunch of his piss. Vincent had complete control over his dick and stopped, allowed me me to turn around and he shoved his semi flaccid dick right into my cunt and let the rest flow. I clenched down as hard as I could to keep it inside me to get its full chemical effect. Vincent left me to expel and I saw his golden nectar fill the tub. My body began to tingle once again. I knew I would need more fist to satisfy me.
Vincent was already lubed and ready when I returned and I smiled. I placed a pillow under my hips and behind my head, poppered up and let him playfully fist my hole. Then he asked me to put the mask on, and I felt his fat palm wrap around the closed fist in my hole. I didn’t think I could be stretched that wide, but I did get both fists in that pig hole one over the other, and a slow punch out ensued. My flowering rosebud flew out and showed itself.
Vincent began to lick it and tongue it. Fuck, it was once again like the most pleasurable shocks each time his scraggly beard touched my skin. Then he punched my rosebud back inside my body and punched it out until I could no longer control my rosebud. With every punch and double punch it would loosely fall outside of my rectum. My inside out ruby red cunt guts begging to be punched back inside me. I became more incoherent and loose and when Vincent had by now two forearms deep up my insides I was involuntary squealing as the arm punched landed and once again my body shuddered. And yet, once again, more cum dribbled out my dick. Only this time my jockstrap was off so I scooped it up and ate it.
Vincent was exhausted and thought I had enough for one night. He fucked a load in my used hole and spooned me. We fell asleep and when I awoke in the morning, he was already gone. He texted me a short note saying thanks and how hot it was to play with me.
Another amazing session to fill the empty void inside me, filling my ass soul until the next time.
