It’s funny how things sometimes work out when they are unplanned. I was amongst a group of friends, one of our group was celebrating a milestone birthday. We were at a local brewery. I was mingling with my usual crowd when this Black guy walked in, he’s 42, 6’, 210 or so, beard, so handsome. He glanced my way and mouthed, “I love your shirt”, and smiled.
I excused myself from the group and walked in his direction. He was a friend of the birthday boy and introduced himself as Jason. He continued smiling at me. I looked at him curiously. He leaned in and whispered, “I recognize you from AP (asspig), you have a great ass.”
I blushed, “oh, thank you. So, you’re into fisting then are you?”, I asked.
“Hell yeah, I love it, sometimes even more than fucking”, he said.
I placed my hand in his wrist and raised it to eye level.
“You have perfect hands for it. I bet I could take your double.”
“Mmmm, I bet you could, pig. We should try it sometime.”
“I’d love that. What about tonight?”
“You are direct, I like that.”, Jason laughed. “Yeah, sure, I’d be down.”
“You parTy?”, I asked.
“Sometimes, yeah. Why?”
“I think you’d be fun to parTy with. Tell you what, let’s meet late tonight after dinner at my place. I’ll go home early and prep.”
I put my number in his phone and sent my address.
“Let me see your ass. Follow me to the bathroom.”, Jason’s voice deepened and sounded more commanding.
I obliged and we snuck into the single stall toilet. He stood there with his arms crossed as he watched me unbuckle my jeans and pull them down my thighs exposing a black Nasty Pig jockstrap.
“Dude, is that a cage on your dick?”
“Yeah”
“Let me see it!”
I pull the fabric back with the fingers of my right hand and expose my caged dick to Jason.
“Holy fuck! Where’s the key?”
“My Keyholder has the code to the lock.”
“That’s fucking hot man. How long you been in that thing?”
“About 10 months straight pretty much.”
“Wow, that’s insane! Turn around, let me see what I’m working with.”
I turned around and Jason placed one of his hands on my left butt cheek.
“Very nice. Love a smooth white ass. Bend over for me.”
I bent over and Jason saw my pink hole which now has somewhat of a permanent gape.
“Sweet, sweet hole. Yeah, I’ll come over tonight. I wanna wreck that bitch hole for sure.”
Jason and I have a quick make out before he leaves me alone in the bathroom to pull up my jeans and look presentable.
Jason and I work the room circulating with differing groups of friends until it was time for me to head out. He and I exchange winks and smiles before I made my way home.
I never imagined in a million years I’d be spotted in this straight bar from my profile on a fetish website, but it happened. If it were a gay bar, sure, that would be plausible, but honestly, this is a blue-grass, hetero, corn-bread brewery, not a place to get cruised.
Just to be sure Jason was legit I texted him. I didn’t wanna get all excited, cleaned out and high if he wasn’t serious. Jason responded swiftly and told me his dick was hard just thinking about it. I told him to be over my place by 10pm.
By 10pm, I had more than enough time to get myself squeaky clean inside and out. I put on a red and black singlet with the ass cut out. I’d taken some gummies and began to use some of my toys as I waited Jason’s arrival.
I had prepped my “experience enhancer” and timed it that I’d self-medicate a booty bump by 9:30 or do. I wanted my cunt primed for play when Jason knocked on my door. I put on some low key house music in the background, dimmed the lights, laid out the poppers, Crisco, gas mask, toys, towels and pads.
By the time Jason arrived, my cunt was seriously hungry. I was humming and high. I didn’t want to get too far away from my front door so I left my bedroom and when Jason buzzed the lobby ringer, I let him into the building and I heard the elevator stop on my floor. I opened my door a crack and heard his footsteps approach.
Jason’s figure appeared at my door. I pulled him inside and closed and locked the door behind him, my inhibitions lost, I pulled him into a warm welcome kiss. I took him by the hand and we walked into my bedroom.
As I lit the pipe, Jason pulled off his shirt and jeans. He was a nicely built man, a former marine, and it showed. We blew some clouds, then he and I took turns blowing into each other’s mouths. I was on fire, my cunt was literally twitching.
I opened the Crisco and coated Jason’s right hand liberally up to his elbow. I had Jason lay down on my bed with his fist raised. I wasn’t gentle, I lowered my cunt over his closed fist and took him down past the wrist. My cunt came alive at this opening deflowering. It was deliciously good and wanted to experience it again and again. Up and down, up and down, I used his fist to fuck my cunt open, lower and lower. I was three-quarters to the elbow already.
I dismounted only to suck Jason’s throbbing eight inch dick which he’d been stroking with his other hand. Then I sat on it and Jason maneuvered his palm inside, too. The stretch was phenomenal. The adrenaline, endorphins, and the chemicals had me feeling soooo fucking good.
My hamstrings were beginning to give after quite an opening workout. I fell onto my back. Jason took another hit off the pipe and held his breath until his cock was buried in my ass and then he blew a strong breath into my open mouth. I needed more than his dick in me, something much much bigger!
Jason sensed this, too. He pulled his cock out and replaced it with my thick yam toy. Then he began to put some of his greased fingers inside me at the same time. I raised my hips higher and moaned in utter ecstasy as he stretched and expanded my cunt hole. Inch by inch his fingers traveled until I felt a small pop and his wrist had made its way inside. Jason began to jab my cunt lips in a fast motion, sawing in and out until he was full fisted and deep to his elbow.
I took some hits of poppers and Jason began to fuck me with the yam and his fist at the same time. My cunt was indeed becoming cored out, a big gape forming. I’d put the gas mask over my head when the yam was yanked out and his other fist replaced it. The double fisted pussy pounding was fucking off the charts epic. Jason was bringing the goods. It was everything I imagined when I examined his hands at the brewery just hours ago.
Jason needed a breather as did my pussy. We drank some water and laid back for a good 30 minutes or so, I’d stuffed a toy up my ass to keep it open.
When Jason was ready, I took to my hands and knees. Jason pulled the toy out and suddenly my hole felt very empty. But not for long. Jason began to handball me one fist at a time. The slow gentle rhythm built to stronger, quicker, harder, deeper rotated punches. I literally felt like my cunt was being rearranged. Every nerve ending was on edge, I’d had my first assgasm in weeks. It felt like my soul left my body, I was floating and weightless, and the pleasure was something unreal, a high achieved only a few times before. I was breathless. My hole spasmed and convulsed over Jason’s fists, my singlet stained by my cock juice.
Jason stopped his onslaught briefly to allow me some time to come down. My heart was racing. Jason rubbed my back to soothe me. His touch was making my body tingle all over.
As I was on my stomach, Jason’s fingers found my cunt opening and played inside there for a few minutes. He rolled me on my side and introduced his throbbing cock again. He slowly fucked me, two of his fingers also inside me. Jason began to suck on the back of my neck, I was gonna have a big hickey for sure.
“I don’t wanna cum yet”, Jason whispered in my ear. “You want more?”
“Please, yes.”, I was somewhat coherent. That booty bump was doing a number on me. I wanted more for sure.
I bent over the back of a chair in my bedroom, ass out. I spread my legs wide to present my gaping cunt. Jason punched his meaty fist right back inside my warm tunnel. Ohhh it was good. He left it in me past his wrist and began to introduce fingers from the other hand. I reached for the gas mask and took some deep huffs that resulted in my hole opening wider for the second fist to enter inside me. I was crazed. I flipped the mask off my face and began to rock my hips up and back, taking Jason’s double fisting easily, I could hear my cunt slipping and sliding noisily over his knuckles and when I held still, that when Jason lowered himself so his arms were horizontal to my ass and really began to excavate my wide open pig cunt, it was true ass annihilation. I had pissed myself, the warmth spreading into the fabric of the singlet and in the pad underneath me. Jason had counted 50 hard blows to my rectum and stopped before asking if I wanted 50 more, which I did.
Jason was a sweaty mess when he yanked both his forearms out of me. He fell onto my back and we both laid there in a giant heap of flesh. I felt Jason’s heart beating on my back.
When his pulse had returned to normal, Jason peeled himself off of me and said I had an incredible asshole. He said he hadn’t double punched anyone like that before.
By this time it was nearly 2am. Jason said he was now ready to come. We were back on the bed and I was once again on my back, my legs up over his shoulders. I was so out of it, but I remember planting my hands on his hairy, sweaty pecs and feeling his biceps as he laid pipe into my gaping pussy. He upped his pace and had me bent into a pretzel as he got closer to coming. I grabbed his ass and as Jason unloaded his seed, he shoved his tongue into my mouth, grunting until his climax was concluded.
Jason pulled out and rolled over. I kissed him and sucked his dick. I reached for a butt plug and put it in my ass.
Jason rested for a few minutes before he dressed and called for an Uber. I was too out of it to see him out, but he kissed be hard before leaving and thanked me for a great time.
My cunt wasn’t quite ready for bed. I removed the buttplug and replaced it with one of the largest toys in my collection. I rode that fucked until I shot a second nut of my own. I was now buzzed, and exhausted, and somehow fell asleep, that huge toy still embedded in my faggot cunt.
