I met an older man at a fetish bar in South Florida recently. He was 69, 5’10”, 180, 36” waist, average build, full grey beard, blue eyes,and was wearing a black t-shirt that read “Daddy” and under it was an image of a clenched fist. He was wearing jeans and black leather boots. Just my type of man.
The t-shirt captured my attention immediately so I saddled up next to him and ordered a drink and engaged in small talk initially. As I drank a second cocktail, I brought up the subject of his shirt and we began to talk about our mutual interest…fisting.
I relayed my story of how I started to get into this activity a little later than most and how I’d always enjoyed big things up my ass, had bought increasingly larger toys and one day decided I was going to take the leap and actually take a fist. Now here I am four years later, taking full-on punches, swallowing forearms, and taking doubles.
My new friend, Charlie, told me how he had moved to South Florida from New York City, and how he got into the leather scene in his early twenties and was frequenting Mineshaft back then and that’s how it all began for him. He went on to say he hung with a crowd of men who enjoyed party drugs and fisting and how now even approaching seventy, he is still engaged in the scene, still partying, and how he’s made some of the best friends, also fellow fisters.
I always enjoy hearing stories of older men from the past, wishing I was alive back then to experience those wild days. Before technology evolved to the point where it is today. It just seemed like a more freeing experience, nobody was obsessed with their online personas.
As we both got well into our third round of cocktails, and into our second hour of chatting, Charlie had slipped his hand into my shorts. I didn’t stop him. His fingers gradually moved lower and lower until a finger found my hole. Charlie wiggled it over my hole, rubbed it, did everything but penetrate it.
It felt nice. Charlie then asked me, “Can I kiss you?”
I didn’t answer him verbally, I leaned my head towards his and I melted when our mouths connected and his thick, coarse beard whiskers scratched against my smooth shaven face. The heat was building, there definitely was an attraction between us.
“You want to take this back to my place? I don’t live that far from here, and I do have a sling in my bedroom that I think you will enjoy.”
“That sounds fun, sure.”
I didn’t expect Charlie to pay for my drinks, but he did, then he took me by the hand and we left the bar and walked a few blocks and around the corner to his house. Looking back, I’m glad we didn’t have to drive because there was no doubt we were both a bit elevated from the alcohol.
As soon as Charlie put the key in the door to unlock it, and we were behind his closed door, he once again leaned in to make out with me. There would be no hiding the burn on my face from his beard scratching it, but I didn’t care at that moment. Charlie was very sensual, using his tongue expertly to explore my mouth. He kissed down my chin and my neck. I had goosebumps all over my body from how he was making me feel.
Charlie grabbed me by the hand again and said, “come with me, let’s go to my bedroom.”
We walked past the living room and kitchen, down a corridor. Walked by a full-bath, an office, and a second bedroom before hitting the master suite. It was a large room with a king sized bed, the sling a few feet parallel to it, a mirror on the ceiling over both, a large dresser drawer with a mirror so it faced the bed, and a couple of sitting chairs. Not too far from the bed was a black chest. There was another door to another full-bath.
Charlie kissed me standing up and stopped only to remove my t-shirt. Then he began to kiss down my neck and those goosebumps returned. Charlie then used the very tip of his tongue to swipe my left nipple and I let out a moan of pleasure since they are so sensitive. When Charlie caught my reaction, he took my nipple into his mouth and began to lightly suck on it, then he bit down on it and used his tongue. I grabbed onto his full head of hair and groaned. Then Charlie licked the smooth skin of my breastbone and latched onto my right nipple for a repeat performance. My nipples were both hard as eraser heads.
“You need to freshen up?”, Charlie asked. I have a hose in the shower if you need it.
“Probably should, yes, thanks.”
Charlie went to get me a clean towel and showed me how to work his shower and left me to take care of business. I wasn’t too bad as I’d already cleaned out earlier that day but always a good idea to check before starting a play session.
When I returned, Charlie was completely naked on his bed. I was naked, my Viper trapping my junk.
“No way, you’re caged? That’s hot. How long you been wearing that thing?”
“Almost a year now, Jan 15th.”
“Who’s got your key?”
“One of my fuck buddies. I only get 20 minutes every week to clean it”
“I’ve seen guys with cages more and more these days. I don’t know if that’s for me, but if it turns you on I’m all for it. No judgement.”
Charlie had me lay next to him and then he climbed on top of me and we resumed kissing, which was fine with me. A lot of fisters I’ve played with are not so much into that, it’s more about getting their hands up my ass than anything else.
“Hey, I have T if you want a bump. Or not, it’s up to you.”
“Sure, I didn’t bring any poppers so probably a good idea.”
“Oh, I’ve got some, too. I just picked a new bottle of Pig the other day. Never opened it.”
Charlie came back to the bed with a few things in his hands. He placed the unwrapped brown bottle in my hand, then he was busy prepping the bump on his nightstand. He had a little clear baggy of white crystals and took a small demitasse spoon and dipped it into the baggy, filling it only about a third and emptying it into a small shot glass of water that had just a splash of water in it.
“Let’s let that cook for a bit.” Charlie once again leaned in and we French kissed and he tweaked my nipples keeping me in the mood.
After about 10 minutes, Charlie had me lay on my stomach. He went to grab a tub of fisting grease from his chest and put some on his finger and pushed it into my asshole. A few moments later, the medicine dropper was pushed inside and Charlie pressed down hard and I felt a tingle inside me. Charlie did the same a second time, making sure he’d captured all of the water from the shot glass.
As we waited for the chemicals to work their wonders Charlie kissed and caressed my back admiring my tattoo and said I had a nice toned and fit body, and then it turned to how he couldn’t wait to get his hands into my hungry ass. As the chemicals worked through me, I felt myself becoming more detached from the present and my body felt lighter. I was lost any sense of time.
Charlie said, “oh I think you are ready now, let’s get you into the sling.”
Charlie helped me stand and take those few steps toward the sling. He placed a pillow down for my head and I laid back, Charlie placed my ankles into the stirrups. I had the closed bottle of poppers in my hand.
By this point my hole was throbbing. My face must have been just as intent and lecherous as his was as I took a whiff of the poppers and floated further and further away, and my hole became the center of my universe.
Charlie began to load up my hole with lots of fisting grease, even inserting a large syringe up my ass to coat it. Charlie ran his finger against my hole, tracing it up and down the slit obviously wet with lube. Charlie was teasing me badly, making me want it, asking me to beg him for it. I was moaning softly, enjoying his simple touch.
“You ready for me to open it up?" he asked, prolonging his entry even more.
"Fuck yeah I am," I growled, slipping one of his fingers into my hole. My ass swallowed it effortlessly, the warm cavern hugging them tightly as Charlie started to probe.
"More,", I begged. “More please!”
Charlie withdrew and poised two fingers at my entrance, gently rubbing them up and down my lips before slowly pressing them inside. They slid in like they were nothing, my insides instantly parting open even more thanks to my good friend Tina. I took another hit off the brown bottle.
"God, you feel so good already," he murmured, glancing back at me. Charlie’s expression was even more desirous, greedy, and I was yearning for him to keep pushing more inside me.
“Want to feel even better?" He asked as he slipped his fingers out, quickly shoving three back into my ass.
I moaned sensually as he worked them in and out, my hole loosening, magically growing more spacious as he filled it even more. "More, I begged again.
"Yeah?" Charlie drew his fingers back just short of pulling out, positioning his pinkie underneath them, and sank all four digits into my warm, wet, slackening hole. I groaned as Charlie explored inside me starting to thrust the top half of his hand into my butt more vigorously. I sniffed a third time knowing I’d soon be feeling the glory of his full hand inside me.
"Give me more," I pleaded, my voice suddenly more lustful and desperate feeling the rush of a hit of poppers washing over me.
Fuck yeah," Charlie hissed as he pulled back again, his thumb joined his other fingers to form a duck bill shape, and he pressed into my hole, all five of his digits sinking inside past the knuckles and down to his wrist. He worked my ass slowly, stopping just short of withdrawing before he buried his hand once again. It truly was magical as his hand glided effortlessly inside my inner sanctum.
Charlie looked back at me, determination all over his face. "You ready for more, pig?” Charlie asked.
"Fuck yeah," I murmured, a satisfied smirk sweeping across my face.
Charlie drew his fingers out of my ass, my hairless hole slightly gaping open. The moment of truth had arrived. Charlie showed me his closed fist, he coated it up, and then he pushed inside and my pussy swallowed it up easily. Being covered with the incredible fisting cream made the penetration even easier, his closed fist freely gliding in and out of my warm hole.
I took a deep breath, taking two huge sniffs of poppers, clasped my hands behind my head and barked, "Do it, I’m ready. Punch my pussy out!”
Charlie pulled back his fist again and pushed harder inside, half way up his forearm. Then he pulled back again, our eyes locked on one another as I watched him building up steam, moving his forearm harder and faster, the sling swinging to assist with our rhythm.
"Punch it out!” I begged. "Beat my pussy up!”
Charlie began to punch harder, popping his fist in and out of my hole like a badass, growling as he gave me the punch out I needed.
I was gasping, watching Charlie destroy my cunt in the mirror above the sling.
Charlie kept his hand buried in my silky insides after the initial beat down. I noticed a pearl of cum dripping outside of the cage and I ate it.
Charlie began rolling his arm around inside me, twisting my innards and I was on a literal Cloud 9, cooing, “ohhh yes, ooohhh that feels so good, Charlie kept twisting his forearm around as I whimpered, my hole steadily opening up even more, like it was greedily demanding to be filled up. Charlie pushed deeper into me feeling my walls part to make way, his wrist slipping even further into my ass. Probing with his fingers when there was nowhere left to go, rubbing my insides, Charlie said “ I can feel your heart beating, pig. So hot!”
"Oh my god!" I grunted, his face peering back again. "Hold it there! Oh my god, just rest it for a minute.”He was centimeters from his elbow, I hadn’t noticed until he was up inside me, but easily one of the thickest forearms my pussy had swallowed.
My eyes were full of hunger. Charlie was playing inside me like a master conductor. He brought me to a place of desperation. I was completely determined to take more.
"You like it, pig?”, Charlie asked.
“Fuck yes!" I answered emphatically. “Punch it out again, give it to me harder!, I instructed, as I sniffed the poppers again, moaning softly as I capped the bottle.
This time Charlie pulled his forearm out and greased both his hands. My hole gaped open, leaving it in despair. My ass lips stretched wide around his right fist (the other hand), pushing back inside and burying it as far as he’d ventured before. Then he pulled it out, and pushed the left one back. He repeated the action a few times, hearing my moans of pleasure mounting, building, transforming into full lust.
"Harder! Faster!," I breathlessly begged as Charlie began punching my lights out one fist after the other, increasing his pace, letting more and more of his hands slip out before he forcefully thrusted them back inside my ass, I heard myself moaning ecstatically.
“Fuck!" I groaned. "Use that fucking cunt! Fuck my piggy pussy!"
"Yeah?"
"You're going...to make it so...loose and sloppy," I struggled to say as he continued gut punching me.
Then Charlie used his bigger, right fist, and jackhammered my hole into oblivion. I was squealing like a pig, my voice hitting a soprano note and the ecstasy swam inside my body.
Charlie slapped one of the globes of my perky ass hard with his free hand, the other buried beyond the wrist inside me and I yelped.
"I'm going to use that pig cunt tonight!”
"Yes, sir!" I whimpered. "It's your cunt now. You're going to fucking use me up. You're going to punch that pussy until I can't take it anymore."
"Fuck yeah I am," he grunted, starting to slide in and out of my ass again.
“Give me your other hand! Give me more.”, I pleaded, sniffing the poppers again.
Charlie began prying fingers from his left hand on top of his closed fist, moving them back and forth and then twisting his hand and fist, opening me up wider. I sniffed again and again, and was by this time ready for him to just do it already.
“Yeah, come on, open my cunt up!”, I barked. I raised my hands over my head again and watched Charlie expertly slide his thumb inside and I felt my hole “pop” when his other fist had entered.
Charlie let it sit there and asked if I was ok.
“Fuck yeah, I’m great. Fucking fantastic, Sir!”
I looked right at Charlie with a ravenous, insatiable desire in my eyes again. "Punch it," I demanded. "Fucking punch it. All the way in, all the way out. Punch my fucking hole, with both your fists!”
Charlie pulled out of me, strings of the thick lube dripping off his hands, my hole gaping wide, pussy lips fluttering.
Charlie took another syringe of lube and filled my ass up, then coated both of his hands again. He instantly plunged his right hand back into my ass, the whole thing easily sinking all the way inside me. Then he pried his fingers inside again from the other hand, this time they went in easier. There was a cloth on the side table next to the sling. I reached for it and poured a small amount of amyl on it and brought it to my nose. In seconds, my head was completely spinning and my hole opened up even more. I moved my hips downward and opened my thighs wider trying to raise my hole up higher to give Charlie even more access.
Charlie began to move both his fists back and forth, taking them back a little further each time, more force with each downstroke.
“Yeah!" I grunted. "Just like that! Punch me! Punch that fucking pussy!”
It was an out of this world experience, truly. I was hyperventilating after a few minutes of hard and intense double fisting punches. Charlie withdrew his hands all the way out of my hole. The rag was still wet from poppers so I sniffed on it a second time. This time Charlie’s double encountered no resistance at all as they were easily buried again. Sweat was dripping down his forehead as he worked into a rhythm, effortlessly thrusting in and out, my hole loudly squelching as I blissfully moaned.
“Oh my god!" I shouted. "Fuck yeah! Fucking punch it! Destroy my cunt with your fists!” It was like my hole was infinitely hungry.
I looked back at Charlie, the pleasure obvious on my face. Charlie held his fists inside me and leaned forward so that our lips could unite. I wrapped my arms around his back trying to convey my feelings and emotions in that kiss. I felt my heart beating fast. The sparks flying everywhere as he shoved his tongue into my mouth. Charlie started slow punching my hole again, stopping short of withdrawing all the way, I moaned into Charlie’s mouth as our tongues passionately thrusted together. It was like Charlie was trying to bury his tongue as deep inside my mouth as he was in hmy ass right now. He pulled away after a minute of the most intimate making out I'd ever experienced.
I held up the poppers bottle and asked Charlie, “ You want some?" Still lustful, still wanting more.
“Yeah, sure," he answered.
I unscrewed the cap and held the bottle up to his nose, my thumb pressing down on one of his nostrils. I let go after a few seconds and switched sides as he sniffed again. I pulled the bottle back from his face and took some in myself.
Charlie looked hungrier than he had all night to tear up my ass as he let the poppers kick in and wash over him. Charlie pulled his fists all the way out of my ass and quickly shoved them back inside, I was even looser than ever after the kiss.
"Harder!" I begged, my head falling into the pillow. “Punch that fucking pussy out!"
As Charlie felt the intense rush of the poppers, fisting my ass was hotter than it had been all night, and Charlie was relentless, forcefully pistoning his whole hands in and out of my butt. My moans grew more and more ecstatic until i was almost screaming, and then I experienced a full body assgasm that left my head spinning and dizzy.
I grunted, and I could see above me, the glistening, perfectly arranged red petals of my rosebud bloom when Charlie pulled his fists out. Then suddenly, violent gushes of piss splashed out of my cage and onto my chest and stomach, spilling into the pad below me. “Oh my god!" I yelled.
“Holy shit," Charlie mumbled, “that was wild! Hadn’t double punched anyone that hard in years, what a fucking pig! Look at that cunt bloom!”
Charlie glanced down at me, obviously still in heat. "How are you doing?" he asked.
"Fucking amazing!" I answered.
I noticed Charlie wanking his cock with one of his lube covered hands.
Charlie smiled proudly and I saw the determination to please me take over again. "Yeah? Want me make it even bigger. Put my dick in between my fists up your ass?”
I smirked at him, pushing four of my own fingers back into my ass, “yes, make my pig cunt even bigger. You know what it needs, Sir!
Believe it or not, Charlie left me in the sling for a few minutes with a large dildo up my ass to keep it open.
“I’ll be back, going to get something to drink and bring you another special treat.”
15 or so minutes later, Charlie pushed the little medicine dropper into my hole and pushed his wrist deep inside me. He was probably half forearm deep when I felt the familiar tingle again and then he pulled it out.
“This way you won’t leak it out”, Charlie said.
Charlie sat on one of his chairs drinking Powerade. He definitely needed to hydrate as he was very sweaty and probably I was testing his stamina for a sixty nine year old.
When Charlie was convinced I’d had enough time to marinate, he put the empty Powerade down and walked back over to me. I was now burning inside like an inferno, starving for more.
I wiggled my ass, “ I need more," he said desperately. "Punch that pussy out. Stretch it fucking open!
Charlie injected more lube in my ass and coated his fists and his cock. I watched him hold his fists side by side and he sank them into my silky insides, my ass taking them to the wrist like it was nothing. I was wide open and Charlie knew I was ready for an even bigger challenge. Charlie’s seven and half and thick dick was hard and pointing upward. He stood close to the sling and I felt his fists move wider inside me as he slid his boner between them.
“Fuck me!”, I begged. "Fuck that pussy out! Give me that big dick!”
Charlie held nothing back, mercilessly fucking my hole with his closed fists buried inside me. I moaned wildly. The sling began rocking again as he pistoned his cock in and out of my already wide open tunnel.
“Fuck yeah, man. Your pussy is so incredible.", Charlie crooned.
A cacophony of incoherent sounds poured out of my mouth. I’d not ever done this before, two fists AND a cock at the same time. This was new territory.
Charlie held his fists and his cock inside me and once again leaned in for a kiss. I slobbered all over his face and mouth I was so high I was not in control of anything. Then our faces parted and he began hammering into me again with his cock, and slowly punching me with only one fist.
It felt incredible as I transcended from the earth, riding this special high with my new best fisting friend Charlie who knew how to make my body sing.
He leaned in again, pushing his face to mine so that we could kiss again. Our tongues were pressing together so fervently we made the first round of kissing look like an innocent peck on the lips. We devoured each other like we were both living in the most satisfying moment either of us had ever experienced, exchanging pure, unbridled lust.
Charlie broke the kiss, panting as he held the poppers up to me, his eyes asking if I wanted to sniff again. I nodded and he held the bottle up to my nose, his thumb pressing my nostril down. He kept the poppers there long before he switched sides, eagerly looking into my eyes before he returned to his original position, standing upward, but he pulled out his cock and began to steadily double punch my ass again, really working my ass over. I felt the horny euphoria taking my mind over.
"Punch my fucking pussy," i pleaded again, my voice desperate after a huge hit of poppers. "Fucking destroy my cunt. Use me up."
Charlie yanked his fist out of my ass, instantly thrusting them back into my wide gape, everything else in the world totally irrelevant as the rush consumed me. I was literally screaming again as I violently punched my hole a couple dozen times.
I had another full body assgasm, my balls once again spewing like lava over the cage.
Charlie shoved his dick right back inside me between his fists and this time he didn’t stop until he roared and buried his seed deep inside my worked over hole.
When Charlie pulled out, I felt a trickle of wetness gush out, and fall down my taint and a loud spurt of air escaped from my hole.
My rosebud emerged again, even fuller than the first time, huge streams of piss shooting out of my dick and pouring down all over me and the pads below me.
“You're fucking incredible," Charlie exclaimed. I felt my hole quiver. I reached down and felt my slit feeling puffy and battered.
“No, you're fucking incredible," I said back”, barely able to get the words out.
“Don't stop," I begged.
"I'm so fucking hungry for more. Keep punching that pussy."
Charlie pulled his cock and fists out, coated both for another round spreading it up to his elbows.
Within seconds I felt my hole fill with his right fist and it was pushed far down to the fattest part of his forearm. Charlie pulled it out and gave me the other one, repeating the same depth. I can see him sweating profusely as he began to saw his forearms inside me, one after the other, deep battering my insides, eventually holding the chain of the sling in one hand will sawing his other forearm harder and faster. I was crying out like swine, “give it to me, oh fuck, please! Oh fuck, ruin my pig cunt!”
“Oh fuck," he mumbled, now breathless. "I think I need a long break before we can do more., I’m not as young as I used to be.
Charlie helped me out of the sling after a few minutes and I laid next to him on the bed. Having had another dose of T in me, I needed to have something inside me.”
Is it cool I ride your foot for a bit?”
“Hell yeah, knock yourself out.”
I coated Charlie’s left foot with lube and sunk my hole down on it, taking in all his toes. I was very, very open.
Charlie and I adjusted our positions so now he was able to kick his foot lightly inside of me, feeding me even more of his foot. I poppered up as my ass gobbled up more of his size 11 foot, and we worked out an angle where I was able to even take his heel, essentially my pig cunt had his entire foot inside me.
I began to ride up and down, doing all the work now, while Charlie rested his hands behind his head and watched me unabashedly swine out on his foot.
I saw that glint in Charlie’s eyes again sensing he’d be ready to tap back in again.
“Bring over the lube, you can sit on my fist.”
I coated his larger fist, naturally, and the poppers and faced Charlie as I sank my loose sloppy cunt over his fist. I began to fuck myself harder and harder and somehow we ended up with me on all 4’s and him kneeling behind me, giving me straight arm punches up to his elbow. I had been inhaling the brown bottle again and felt glorious.
Charlie managed to pry his second hand inside me once more and blew my hole out unceremoniously. I experienced a third mind-blowing assgam and pissed a third time this time onto the rubber sheet.
For a second I felt like he was just being polite, but I'd seen all the evidence showing how much he'd enjoyed himself. I’d pushed out the biggest rosebud he’d ever seen.
I sensed we were done at this point.
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
"I fucking loved it," I said resolutely, one of my hands tracing over his.
"You're insatiable. I wish every bottom I'd met up with could take it like you just did. That was unbelievable!”
Charlie pulled my hand back into his chest, and I said. "Well, now you finally know a bottom who can handle all you got and more, haha”.
“Yeah," he whispered. The urge to kiss him overwhelmed me as I pressed my lips on his.
I knew it was time to leave Charlie.
We said our good-byes as I dressed and called an Uber.
I knew my evening was far from over. I was still high and wanted more fists in my hole.
