I’d been listening to the Such FFun podcast recently on my way to and from work and after so much discussion about the subject I was determined to end the fisting drought which at this point was almost six weeks.
So, I did what always do when I’m in the mood for helping hands, I took to AssPig to see who might be out there looking for some good FFun. I began chatting with an seasoned fisting top, late 60’s, great shape as he’s been hitting the gym since his 20’s, 6 feet tall, goatee, a full head of silver hair, blue eyes, also a hairy chest which was not completely grey, and 220 of muscled beef. His hands were advertised as large/XL.
Let’s call him John for purposes of relaying this story. As we began chatting and I began to read his many certifications, I referred to him as a “fistologist”. The man began fisting in the late 1980’s so he’s probably been in hundreds if not thousands of assholes. He’d been telling me about the many fisting parties he’d attended and still attends to this very day.
I only began to explore this fetish about four years ago, so I’m late to the game. I so wish I had done so many years prior as this has truly been a wonderful journey and I honestly had never experienced such pleasure, more than I could have ever imagined possible. I know many gays still frown upon those in the fisting community as freaks, but I can vouch that we’re not, I’d say we are enlightened. Also, for someone only four years in, I have come a long way, going elbow deep, doubles, and some fierce punch outs.
As an experienced fister, John was more open to playing with those who are not. Most look for someone on an equal level. However, I’d convinced John I was the real deal and had the certifications from other men in my AP profile to vouch for me.
Ultimately, John invited me over to play, which I considered an honor. I pulled out all the stops in my preparation. I popped a couple of gummies, douched deep, shaved my pits, chest, pubes, balls and hole from any stubble, and decided I’d wear one of my assless wrestling singlets. This one was red with black piping. I pulled on my red “bottom” printed knee socks and checked myself out in my full length bedroom mirror. I said aloud, “well, I’d fist me!”, and chuckled.
As the gummies kicked in, I found my hole beginning to ache. As my cock had been locked for almost 11 months, my hole is my primary sex organ these days. I started to use some toys to open me up. I was feeling great. Ok, I knew John was a man of experience, and I wanted to impress him, so I decided I’d give myself just a small booty bump before heading over to his place. I inserted the dropper into my crack and pushed down feeling the chemicals in the water tingle inside me. I let them marinate for a good 20 or so minutes and then I threw on some jeans and a shirt, some tennis shoes and called a Lyft.
It was only a 10 minute ride from my place to John’s, but in those 10 minutes, I can tell you the desire to fill my hole was almost unbearable. It was hungry, I had a good feeling that it was going to be a very fun night. A bottom knows when his body is feeling good and when it’s not, and I had no doubt at all it was going to be super.
John lived in a single home on a typical suburban street. A very well kept front yard…I honestly wasn’t there to see all that. Once the Lyft driver left and I completed the transaction on my phone, I tucked it away in my back pocket and walked to John’s front door.
The door was open so I knocked on the screen door. I felt funny about just walking inside since I hadn’t met him yet. I might have been a little high, but not enough to have a sense of decorum. John walked up and his presence loomed large. He was even bigger looking in person, and better looking, too.
He opened the door and welcomed me inside. He was shirtless, black basketball shorts, barefooted. Mmmm, he looked delicious. He leaned in for a kiss and it calmed my nerves considerably. I enjoyed feeling his thick goatee whiskers against my smooth shaven face. He smelled so good, too.
“Welcome, would you like a drink?”
“Sure, what are my options?”, I asked. I didn’t want to assume he was drinking alcohol.
“I like to stay hydrated when I play, so I’ve got some PowerAde, but I’ve also got some beer if you like?”
“I’ll have a Powerade, too.”, I said thinking that mixing alcohol with everything else in my body might it be a great idea, and soon I’d be completely poppered up.
He handed me a fruit punch flavor which is my favorite and said, “Well, come follow me. Let’s get started.”
We moved from the kitchen down a hallway. There was a door that he opened and a staircase downstairs. Once downstairs I’d walked into quite an elaborate set up. The basement was finished and lit with dim lighting. There was some low beat house music playing in the room. There was a sling in one corner, a mirror above the sling and a mirrored wall to the right side. Next to the sling was a small table with tubs of lube and there were pads and towels nearby.
But the sling wasn’t all. On another side of the room there was a fuck bench. Next to the fuck bench, another small table with tubs of lube. To the other side was a wine rack which housed a slew of different sized toys. And finally in one other corner there was a gynecologist chair, stirrups and all. On a small table there was even more lube and a metal speculum. This fister had all the stuff!
“Very impressive set up here. I said”. At this point. The bump was really working and I was finding it hard to speak coherently.
“Thanks. Yeah, I told you I’ve been am doing this for many years I keep adding to the collection. Sometimes I host small fisting parties down here since there’s more than enough equipment to keep holes busy, lol.”
“That sounds like fun!”
“It is, but I like to play with new partners alone first for a test drive before inviting them to my parties. You know how that goes.”
“Yeah, I can understand that.”, I said.
“Well, you’re the guest. Any preference where we start? Also, get comfortable. What did you bring in your bag?”
“Oh, I brought some toys but I think we should try some of yours. I also have my gas mask, spray poppers and other poppers.”
“You came to play, I like that.”
“I did, yeah.”
There was a chair at the foot of the stairs so I sat to take off my shoes. Then I pulled off my jeans and laid them over the back of the chair and then I pulled off my shirt and did the same. I was in my singlet. I noticed John’s eyes looking at my crotch.
“You didn’t tell me you were locked, that’s hot. How long?”
“About a year.”
“Fuck, that’s hot. You cum without touching yourself?”
“Sometimes, yeah. If I’m being punched out I usually cum hard.”
“I can’t wait to see that! Fuck you look so good. Why don’t we get you warmed up in the chair? Would you like that?”
“I’ve actually never tried a gyno chair before, sure.”
John threw a couple of pads on the seat and under the chair. He had me sit in it, he raised it, then he took one of my legs and set it in a stirrup and swung it wide, then the other leg. My hole ass was spread wide exposing my fluttering hole. I’d done a good job covering up just how ravenous it was.
John sat in a stool and brought it close. Next I know his face is in my crack, his tongue licking the folds and flaps surrounding my pussy and I threw my hands back and felt a rush pass through me. I opened up the BlueBoy and inhaled, floating away in the bliss of John’s oral ministrations.
“Ohh fuck that’s so good” I cooed.
I think John sensed there was no need for too much foreplay, I was ready for the real thing. John had a huge, long syringe of lube and pushed it inside me, pressing down on the nozzle and coating my insides with a good base layer of grease. When the entire tube had emptied he pulled it out.
I felt my hole twitching. Fuck, I needed a fist.
I took another hit of poppers and John put the speculum in his hands.
“Easier to try this now while my hands aren’t greasy. Let’s see how wide we can spread you.”
I felt the cold metal enter me and some pressure as my cunt parted like the Red Sea. I moaned softly as I felt the air at my backside.
“Damn boy, you opened quickly. I can see deep inside your cunt tunnel.”
“Uh huh, I fucking want your fist in me, please!”
The chemicals won, I had lost my polite self and became my piggy self, no more inhibitions.
John growled as he dipped his hand in the vat of grease, which looked like a homemade concoction. He pushed a wad of grease inside me with some fingers and then we were off to the races. He realized my hole was ready for his fist so he opened his hand and formed a fist and pushed inside, down just past his wrist.
“Ohhh fuuuckkk yeeessss!” I howled in delight. It was exactly what I needed that sense of feeling full inside. Through the speculum, John began to slowly open me up, pulling his closed fist back to the opening and pushing inside, almost now half to the elbow. My eyes rolled in the back of my head as I just kept sniffing on the poppers and losing myself in the moment.
I felt the speculum open wider and now instead of a vertical full fist we were going horizontal, and he was now using both fists one at a time, gradually punching harder and faster working up to full on gut punches and he kept swiping my p-spot over and over again. I was absolutely wild.
John ended the series with a deep kiss and said my cunt was “incredible”!
He rewound the clamp and pulled it out carefully. Then he pulled my legs from the stirrups and rubbed my legs, and brought me my bottle of Powerade. What a terrific host.
He told me to lay back and just let the endorphins fly. I rested for a few minutes but wanted to get to the next round before the crystals wore off.
“Can we try the fuck bench?”
“Yeah, whatever you want.”
John helped me to my feet and I laid on my stomach, ass out. John secured my ankles but we decided to keep my hands free so I could take poppers.
John pushed more lubricant into my hole with the syringe and then I felt a toy push inside me. It was tapered like a Christmas tree and as it penetrated me deeper, I was opening wider. Gosh I felt good. Each ripple sent little volts of electricity through my body. When I’d bottomed out on this toy, I felt John pry a second toy along side it.
“Damn, boy, your cunt is incredibly loose. I could drive a train in there!”
John began to fuck me with the second toy and I bellowed out loud. My second hole was being punched out and I could feel my hole bursting, I’d hit the poppers, closed my eyes and saw shades of yellow, orange and red dancing under my eyes. I didn’t want it to stop! When John replaced the second toy with his fist i was feeling even better. I went a little crazy with the poppers and my hole responded. John was once again punching me out and my body shivered and shook wildly as he brought me to my first full assgasm. I felt my cock releasing a load right into the singlet. I must have been mounted in that fuck bench for well over an hour. I liked that John, the Fistologist, had as much stamina as me, and was still raring to go.
“I must say, you are the real deal. Most bottoms talk a good game and lie about their experience. It always ends in disappointment for me. But with you, you’re legit. You’re doing great!”
“Thanks man. Once my hole gets going, it can go all night. I’m ready for more!”
“Yeah, I can tell, you’re a true ass slut. Why don’t we get you in the sling and really open your cunt up. Get your gas mask and your poppers.”
John had a look of steely determination in his eyes. I loved it. My hole was definitely up to the challenge.
Once I’d settled into the sling comfortably, John turned down the lighting even more, and turned up the volume of the faint background music. Then he pushed a third syringe of lube right into my ass which was already slick and sloppy.
“Take a hit for me. I’m gonna get back in that cunt.”
I took a strong hit, even bringing the bottle to my mouth and once I closed the lid, I laid back, and I looked upward and saw myself lying in the sling with my legs spread. It was like watching a movie when John pushed his fist inside me, slowly inching deeper and deeper. Then he pulled his forearm out and instantly replaced it with the other one. With each push forward, I felt my hole open slightly more, I took more poppers and soon his forearm was completely buried up to the elbow.
John continued to go one forearm at a time, then he pushed the sling so I was rocking like a slow pendulum, then he held his fist steady and the momentum of the sling was faster and I was swallowing his fist up deeper and deeper.
“Get your mask on for me, piggy!”
I put the mask on and the sling slowed from the fast rocking back and forth. I was now feeling John overlay the open palm of one hand over the closed fist that was deep inside me. Inch by inch his digits crept deeper inside my ass. I was so fucking high I took one last deep breath and pushed the mask off.
“Ready for it, boy?”
I nodded my head yes too high to utter any words and that second hand pushed further inside and John began to punch out my cunt. One forearm inside me to the elbow while the other one gliding over top punching my pussy.
I was wild, “fuck yes! Punch it out! Wreck my faggot cunt!” I had lost control of my tongue and just wanted more!
I grabbed a cloth and the spray poppers as I wanted to experience both fists punching me out at the same time. I sprayed a good amount and inhaled the cold and wet spot, and in a few beats, the rush hit me extra hard.
John took the bull by the horns and while I was riding out the wave, both closed fists battered my insides. He grunted as my cunt took his punches and I watched in the mirror above in amazement as I took each blow as it came. That when I had a second full body assgasm and more cum oozed out of the cage.
This time after my orgasm subsided, John didn’t pull out. He left both fists sitting inside me and I felt each of them turn counter clockwise and I started to piss myself.
“Oh my God! That feels so good!” I managed to cry out.
Instead of hard punches, John’s technique became more sensual, using each hand and forearm to optimize the pleasure in my body. This was a technique only an experienced fister could do. I didn’t call him a Fistologist for nothing!
John brushed up near by bladder several times which caused me to piss myself. This didn’t phase John, his eyes were closed and he was in a zone, too.
John truly spent the next 45 minutes to an hour just playing in my hole with his fists, doubles, alternating each one. For him it was showing me how using different parts of hands at various speeds and variations could add to the pleasure spots. For me, I was enjoying these new sensations.
After over three hours of continuous FFun, John asked if I wanted to cum again. I said no pressure, only if he was up to it. He said this time we’d try to get me there a different way. He pushed the sling back all the way and my hole landed on his fist on its way forward. I watched as he made that sling swing and sway so fast and my cunt was taking each blow like a champ. He increased the speed and the length just a bit. Basically, it was up to me to find the right spot for him to hit to make me cum. I was doing all the hard work as my cunt wore his forearm like sleeve. We built up to a wild crescendo, and once again my body shook and convulsed and a third load managed to erupt out my piss slit.
I was out of breath, and so was John. It was late and I was exhausted. The crystal had run its course. John invited me to sleep with him since it was after 2am. I decided to stay.
We cleaned up just a bit and walked up to his bedroom. He stripped naked and I saw his huge thick dick for the first time. It was eight and semi-erect.
John laid down next to me and spooned me. He whispered in my ear.
“It’s not fair. You got to cum a few times tonight and I didn’t.”
“Sorry man”, was all I managed to say.
John kissed my ear lobe and whispered again.
“I want to breed you so badly.”
“Ummm go ahead.”
John’s cock had been erect pretty much the entire night, I was definitely not going to refuse him. I felt it poking around my crack so I reached behind me and put it inside.
“ it’s so sloppy in there. So warm, so fucking good.”
I felt his cock hardening and hitting me deeper. I knew he wasn’t going to last forever. In minutes John had bred my ass and fell asleep with his arm wrapped around my waist and his cock still up my ass.
