I met up with a hot silver daddy over a year ago for some fisting fun in his sling. With his years of experience as a top fister, I was an easy hand puppet to his very skilled hands. Within just a few minutes he had opened me to the point I was taking his punches.
Grant reached out to me the other day to say he had a friend staying with him for a few weeks who had seen my profile online and was keen to play with me. Of course, I jumped at the chance for a threesome with both these men. Maybe I am shallow, but between the two of them ogling over my pics and verbalizing their admiration of my body and ass, I liked the idea of being worshipped by them. For somebody that is usually quite humble, I didn’t expect to feel this way.
The morning of our meet up, I took every precaution to ensure I’d deep douched and looked my absolute best. I wore my black and red leather armbands on my biceps, harness, red and black Mr, S jockstrap and red knee socks. I looked like a proper Studfist model. I took all my supplies with me, and decided this time I would not imbibe in a booty bump, and just rely on my poppers, gas mask, and gummies.
By the time I had arrived, it appeared the two of them had already got this fisting party started. Grant’s left forearm was already full of grease and it appeared his friend Joe’s ass was already played with. I was alright with that since they would want to get right to it and not spend time making small talk. Besides, the gummies were already working their magic and my hole was literally tingling.
I watched Joe get onto all 4’s in the king bed and as I stripped down to my jock, I watched Grant enter Joe’s butthole easily half way up the forearm. Joe was moaning in deep delight as Grant slowly pulled his fist in and out. By the sound of Joe’s moans, there was no doubt he was loving it.
”Why don’t you get next to Joe and we can see about getting your hole open, too.”, Grant said.
I won’t lie, the only disappointment with this is that Grant is an expert ass eater and part of the thrill of being with him was letting him feast in my crack before he put his fist inside me, but it looked like we were heading straight to the main event.
I took a brown bottle with me and placed myself next to Joe. We still hadn’t spoken to one another yet. I get it, Joe was in that headspace when you’re so zoned out from sensory overload, you can’t even think straight. I turned my head towards him and saw his eyes closed, his own bottle of poppers clutched in his left hand.
I opened the lid to my bottle and inhaled in both nostrils, and even inhaled a bit in my mouth, which I seldom do. That first hit always hits me hard, and I could feel the rush move through me, and my hole flittered as Grant’s lubed fingers explored inside my love canal. Ohhh, did it feel good.
Soon, I was matching Joe’s groans Grant probed inside me, three fingers turning to four. I slowed my breathing and took another round of poppers in concert with Joe, and then he turned his head towards mine and we tongue kissed as Grant broke my seal. Grant was kneeling behind us on the floor, his right hand inside me, his left inside Grant. There was slow rhythmic music playing in the background. Grant was moving each fist in synch with the beat, right hand, left hand. By the end of the first piece of music, Grant was nearly 1/2 forearm inside me, matching Joe’s depth. We fed each other poppers and made out, groaning together in the pleasure Grant was providing to both of us.
When the next song came on, Grant began to punch us in rhythm, the tempo was a little faster, and Grant didn’t miss a beat. I was so relaxed, feeling Grant’s balled up fist moving inside me made my spine tingle and every nerve ending inside me was coming alive.
We’d managed to let Grant fist us chariot for quite some time before Grant said he needed a break. For an older man, he had plenty of stamina to last even that long. Grant said he enjoyed watching his fists disappear in our asses and compared it to watching the sun disappear at sunset. It was evident, his cock was bulging proudly under the fabric of his white old-school jock, which did absolutely have yellow piss stains and probably more.
Grant suggested Joe try his hand in my ass in the sling while he would have a drink and watch. Joe was definitely into it. We raised the sling to a higher level and Joe helped me get my feet and ankles through the stirrups. We hung my gas mask on a hook in arm’s distance, and I tucked my poppers into my jock pouch. I noticed my locked dick was already creaming.
Once we had everything situated, Joe stood at the foot of the sling, and lubed both his hands with the x-lube. I gripped the chains hanging on each side and felt Joe’s fingers shove lots of lube up my ass, and then it was show time. Joe gripped the chain with his left hand to steady me so he could use his right hand to open my pig hole. Joe’s hands were smaller than Grant’s so it was easy for him to find his way inside to the wrist.
He suggested I put on the mask and after a few seconds I felt the sling moving up and back. Joe had his closed fist, very well greased, just sitting there as my ass plunged down on it on each downstroke. I let out a deep yowl each time it landed inside me, ohhh it was so good. Really really good.
I removed the mask and looked Joe in the eyes.
”Punch my faggot hole, fucker!”, I demanded. “Wreck my cunt!”
The fumes of that gas mask triggered the inner pig to surface and Joe was happy to oblige. He began a slow punching, and I moved my ass up and pulled my legs back.
”Harder man! Fucking give it to me!”
”Ok pig! Like this?”
Joe began to gloriously blow out my hole with his left fist. I could hear my hole squelching and become more puffy as he increased the tempo and force. Then he used each fist, left, right, left, right. If we weee boxing, id have been knocked out! But what did happen was a full-body, mind-blowing assgasm that had me convulsing and staining my jock. I came hard and loud. My heart was racing. My closed eyes saw stars!
Joe left his fist inside me and said he felt my hole spasming around it when I came and he said it was incredible to feel that, which was really cool.
Once I came back down to earth, I felt obligated to return the favor. Joe wiped my ass with a warm cloth and helped me dismount. Once my popper haze cleared, Joe mounted the sling. I offered to fist him, but I did warn him I’d only done it three times with the same person and I wasn’t sure if I’d be any good. By this time, Grant had regrouped and said he would be happy to fist Joe and that I should rest and maybe after a few minutes I could join in.
So I sat on a big toy while I drank some Gatorade and watched Grant grease up his hands again and get into Joe’s ass. I concentrated on Joe’s face as Grant’s fist pushed inside. It was an expression of absolute ecstasy, and then when I looked at Grant, he was grinning from ear to ear. It was clear he was feeding off of Joe’s pleasure. I was I a haze still when I heard Grant ask Joe if he wanted a double.
Joe was barely able to get the word out, it was a prolonged, “yyeeessss”, and that’s when Grant called me over. I slicked up my slightly smaller left fist (compared to my right), and Joe had me enter first, and he guided me up to my wrist and had me press down slightly, a relaxed closed fist. Then, Hoe lubed up his right hand. I felt his flat palm rest around my fist, and his slick fingers moved along my knuckles. He was moving slow, careful. I could hear Joe inhaling and moaning, and when the poppers took hold, the tightness in his cunt relaxed just a bit and Joe slipped inside further. It took several long minutes. My job was to keep my fist inside, steady, don’t love I was told a few times. Eventually, Joe’s hand was wrapped around my fist, his wrist had made it inside. I felt Joe’s hole tighten after the “pop”. It was constricting my circulation, it was that tight.
Joe removed his hand and had me remove my fist. Then we reversed, and he said just so what I just did. Joe easily punched into Joe’s ass, closed fist, and I greased up liberally all over my left hand, which is smaller than Grant’s by far. I squeezed my fingers inside, I could feel Joe’s poor hole stretch around my fingers, very little give, as I twisted my fingers inside, over Joe’s strong hand, until my hand was wrapped around Grant’s fist. Joe was really barking now, wildly moaning and he was wanting more. He moved his hole up higher and spread his legs out wider. Grant told me to leave my fist where it was as he pulled his hand out and this time, as Joe cried out, “Oh fuck yes, give it to me, please!”, Grant’s closed fist popped right inside alongside of mine. He punched out Joe’s hole 25-30 times, full force, and Joe’s pitch went way up and he began to piss and spray me, Grant, and himself!
We doubled Joe until he begged for mercy and was spent. Joe wanted a chance to fist me so he went to wash his hands and get ready for my encore. It was my turn in Grant’s sling. Joe rested on the bed this time. Grant started to open me back up slowly since it had been about an hour from when Joe punched me out. It felt so good to feel his meaty fingers probing, spreading, feeling their way inside me. I once again put on the mask and that helped Grant get his fist back up inside me.
It was Grant’s turn to blow out my cunt and I was ready for it. I pulled off the mask which I might have left on for too long because I was really high and babbling and drooling incoherently when Grant beat my pussy to a pulp. First there were jab body punches with the right hand, then left, then he’d go left, right, left, right.
“Come on piggy, let’s see if you can take 50 punches!”
Grant counted each blow out loud, changing up the tempo but never the force and when he got to 35, he rapid fired the last 15 that left me gasping for breath and leaking like a faucet. Then Grant pulled on my nuts, gripped them hard and the other hand he slapped them, and then punched them at good 10-12 times. That made my cock jump in its cage.
Joe got back into the mix and they attempted a double on me, but we never did quite get to a full double, it was definitely a valiant attempt. I’m not gonna lie, had I taken a bump, I know it would have worked without a problem, but I didn’t have the ample time needed for a good recovery period from coming down the high a bump would provide. Even so, the stretch and the punches were amazing!
By this time, I think Joe’s hole had enough and so did mine. Grant wanted so badly to nut so Joe and I took to our knees with our mouths open, panting like two puppy dogs, as Grant jerked off over us. Soon he was grunting so loudly he could wake the dead and blast after blast of warm seed hit us on our open tongues and all over our faces. Joe and I snowballed Grant’s cum after he came.
Joe’s dick was very hard as I had been stroking it while Grant was jerking his dick over us. After Grant came and we snowballed the cum between us, I felt Joe’s hand over mine and he guided us in stroking his nice cock. I suckled on Grant’s balls, Joe began to pant and he quickly blew his nut all over Grant’s rug.
Definitely a hot scene that all three of us enjoyed. I hope you enjoyed reading about it, too!
