In the five or so years I’ve been getting fisted, I’ve only twice returned the favor, but it was with the same guy and we were taking turns in his sling. I never considered just topping a fisting bottom without reciprocation. Well that was soon to change.
I happened to log in to my favorite fisting site to check messages when I’d received a “tug” from a sexy bottom guy from my city. He had the build of a pocket gay, only 5 feet tall, Vietnamese-American, 28, 145, dark hair, clean shaven with a tight gymnast body and a cute dimpled smile. Like me, he was also caged. Clearly he was parTying and desperate for a hand in his time of need.
I’d explained to Bao that I hadn’t much experience fisting holes myself and at first wasn’t all that interested. After a few more exchanges and another good look at his boyish face and plump smooth ass, he convinced me to come over. This was the next night after meeting up with Jeff, the escort, so I was fine giving my own hole a needed rest for the night.
It was already after 8pm on a work night for me, so I was certain I’d be out of his place by 10pm the latest.
I made sure to trim my fingernails to ensue there would no chance to tear up his innards. After that, I gave myself a good once over on the mirror to make sure I was nearly trimmed and/or shaved in my preferred places. I decided on a white CK wifebeater, a black Papi jockstrap, jeans and my black combat boots. I looked like a leather Daddy from the 1970’s with a leather jacket over the ribbed tank top and the beard. If only I had a leather cap and riding crop I’d been a perfect model for an S&M advert.
I suppose I was trying to look the part of a fisting top and summoning the mindset as my this definitely was not my natural tendency. Wearing a lock on my dick for almost 9 months straight reminds me constantly of my faggotry and station, but for Bao, I was going to give it a shot.
When I arrived the poor guy was already in heat. He was naked, and straddling a Mr Hankey’s Goliath toy fucking himself. I was amazed how easily his compact body could handle it with such ease and determination. I watched for a few minutes as I removed my boots and jeans, and then put my boots on again.
Bao looked at me with desperation in his eyes. I placed my hands on his shoulders and pushed down on them with a bit of pressure, sinking his slick cunt all the way down to the base of his play toy. His eyes widened, and I could tell his pupils were dilated, and in his state, he was ready for anything.
I removed my hands and said, “keep riding that thing until I tell you to stop.” I reached over to his glass pipe, lit it, and took a deep hit. I took another one, walked back over to Bao and blew a bigger cloud down his throat. If I was gonna wreck this boy’s pussy I wanted to feel good while doing it.
“Show me your pussy”, I commanded. I tapped on the bed which was covered in a black waterproof sheet. There was a large container of lube on the bed, which I determined was a homemade blend of Crisco and oil(s).
Bao placed a pillow under his head and displayed on his knees, and with his hands spread those sweet butt checks apart. I could see a deep gaping hole. This boy had been playing with a few toys for a good while. I dipped some fingers of my right hand in the tub of lube and I saw Bao hitting the poppers and his hole was quaking.
I pushed Bao’s hands out of my way. I sat at the edge of the bed and hugged his torso and placed four fingers right into that asshole. Bao cried out, “YES, please! More!”. I slapped his ass with my greased hand to keep him at bay and to signal I was the one in control here, dipped my entire hand in the large tub, made a fist and punched right through that warm hole just past my wrist.
“That’s it piggy. Take my fist!” I grunted a bit as I gave that cunt a good opening blowout. Bao’s pussy lips were swelling as I gave him a good rapid fire series. I know how good that can feel and Bao was moaning in utter ecstasy.
I pulled my fist out and watched that cunt flower. Bao had a noticeable prolapse. I lubed up both hands half way down my forearm as I punched right back inside with my right hand, now kneeling on the floor behind him, pushing as far as my grease line, the thick part of my forearm stretching him open. Then I pulled out quickly and replaced it with my left. Back and forth I went over and over again, I finished with shorter but faster closed fist punches which caused Bao to piss all over the pad and sheet under him.
I paused after the first 30 or so minutes because I wanted to make sure Bao was alright and we both drank some Gatorade. Then we blew another round of clouds. I asked to get on his back and I pushed his legs apart and blew a final cloud of T right up his open cunt.
Bao took deep hits of his brown bottle. I could not tell which brand as there was no label on the bottle. I greased up both hands now down to my elbow. Bao put a blindfold over his face and presented his flower to me. I had no mercy and hard punched my way 3/4 to my elbow. I let my right forearm sit inside him and told him to hit the poppers for me. As soon as he closed the bottle, Bao succumbed to me and I was able to slide my left open palm over my forearm and push up past my wrist. I proceeded to do this over and over again, each time gliding just a bit further until my palm had met my fist up in his guts.
I pulled my right arm out and formed a fist with my left, slowly and began to roll it side to side ever so slowly. Bao’s jaw was slack and bubbles forming out of mouth as he emitted these sexy noises, raising his legs and lifting his hips, turning himself over to me. His body looked so sexy with my arm stuffed in him. I began to rub his chest with my right hand, the grease making it glisten in the faint light. His nipples were hard and erect as I used my thumb to tease one and then the other. Bao’s cock was leaking in his black metal ribbed cage. I took his shaved small balls into my hand and squeezed down on them while giving them a good tug. He was lying back, hands clasped behind his head, exposing his shaved pits, feeling every sensation. I know that feeling all to well when you turn off one of your senses as it heightens others.
I placed the poppers on his chest and he took the hint and I watched that boy take in more fumes. I dipped my left hand in the tub and formed a fist. I pushed it over my right forearm and slowly began to punch him open. Bao was moaning louder now, “ohhhhh ohhhhh yessss”, but the drugs were muffling his ability to articulate his thoughts into words, but I knew he didn’t want me to stop so I gave him more, increasing the pressure in my left hand and proceeding to blow out that hole. I was working up a sweat and the wifebeater was clinging to my chest.
It was getting late, but I desperately wanted to double punch this willing cunt’s hole so badly. I pulled my fists out of Bao’s ass and he took off his blindfold and gave me a hug. We drank the rest of the Gatorade and I told him I had time for just one more round. Bao took to his hands and knees and I greased up, with Bao’s head facing the headboard I placed my closed fists, one next to the other, right at his entrance. Bao hit the poppers and I told him to lower his ass on my fists.
Bao did as I instructed. I watched in awe as that tiny bubble butt lower itself slowly, stopping and then going further, my greased up fists getting swallowed up by this boy’s cunt. When Bao was just about there, I had him take another hit and on the count of three I asked him to push out and I punched inside. There was a loud, “pop”, as both fists were in him up my wrist. Bao moaned even louder now. I could feel his hole spasming getting accustomed to me.
I just held my fists there tightly balled up and let Bao slowly ride them, he was soon fucking himself to the point where he fully dismounted and punched back inside with ease. That’s when I knew he was ready. I quickly changed the momentum and dynamic and took over. With all the strength I could muster I began to jab both fists up his butt, harder and faster, truly destroying his cunt, feeding it, knowing this was exactly what Bao needed. I dug deeper into his wide open cavern of a cunt exhausting myself until Bao couldn’t handle it any longer and he pulled off. I gave him a five second reprieve before I bored right back into his pig cunt, full forearms deep gliding them back to his lips and pushing all the way down then giving him rapid fire gut punches ending with my double fists completely annihilating what used to be a well-formed asshole. It sounded like BSO was experiencing several assgasms along the way.
That prolapse was even larger now, those lips were even more swollen than when I arrived, and that pussy was truly wrecked, open as wide as the fucking Holland tunnel. Bao collapsed on his stomach, a pool of his own piss beneath him. I went to his bathroom to wash up and degrease. I was a sweaty mess myself. I pulled off my shirt to dry myself off.
When I returned Bao was still on his stomach and I massaged his back and said I would leave when he could sit up and drink some water. I wasn’t gonna be an asshole. I needed to know he was okay before I left him there. I helped him sit up in a chair he had in his bedroom and gave him some water. Bao was still high but coherent. He thanked me for coming over. I had to remove the boots again to pull on my jeans, then lace up again. I grabbed my wet wifebeater, put my jacket on over my naked back and went home.
I truly enjoyed working Bao’s hole over and now have a greater appreciation for all the fisting tops that I’ve played with. It takes patience, stamina, and creativity to do what they do. As a greedy bottom, I sometimes lose sight of that.
