I had the pleasure of attending a fisting gathering the other day. This is a monthly, organized gathering for fisters to enjoy our kink in a safe play space. Speaking of the play space, there were four different rooms with multiple varieties of slings, and a multiple variety of fuck benches and even a cubby where there were stirrups hanging if you wanted a go on your back, and a knee bench if you wanted to go on all 4’s.
I’d heard about this monthly gathering through some ffriends I’d made in the local fisting community and had always wanted to attend. It was great to begin the new year with this experience.
Before heading to the location, I spent the morning cleaning out well and had planned on taking some potent gummies, gradually, so that by the time I arrived to the venue, I’d be at full peak state of high and desperate for a hand in my hole.
Luckily, I was able to arrange for a ride to and from the location, so driving under the influence was not a concern for me.
Just before leaving out for the party, I not only took those gummies, but I took a big hit off a freshly packed bowl and in minutes my mind was drifting and on another planet. I couldn’t wait to get there and strip down to my red and black neoprene jockstrap, red socks and harness and get a fist inside me.
When I arrived, there was a small locker/changing area. There were a small group of guys in there with me. One of which immediately captured my attention. He was a good looking Latino guy, about 5’9”, 150#, toned body, some hair on his chest, wore an orange/white harness and small cut army fatigue briefs that did a good job of accentuating his package. He had a beautiful smile and thick beard. We exchanged glances, and for me, was a signal of interest.
Once we had put our things away he asked if I wanted to play. I wasn’t even there 10 minutes and I found myself in one of the slings in one of the rooms upstairs. I’d had with me two fresh bottles of poppers, Amyl and Triple Scorpio.
As soon as my body hit the sling and I took that first hit of the TS, I closed my eyes and saw all kinds of colorful shapes under my eyelids. At the same time, my new friend had been stuffing Crisco up my ass. At first two to three fingers just to push a healthy glob deep inside, but I was hungry for more and not bashful to ask for it.
“More please…give me your hand!”
“Someone’s got a hungry hole today”, he said.
I opened up so easily with all those chemicals assisting me. My fister’s hands were magical, pushing through my first ring and edging towards the second within minutes. With each hit of the brown bottles my hole was opening more and more, I found myself moving forward on the sling, raising my hole up for optimal punching.
“You have such a beautiful hole”, my fister said over and over again. Always great to hear that from a fisting tops while being a hand puppet for them. I can tell when we locked eyes he was enjoying it just as much as I was getting it.
“Go on take another hit. Just going to give your hole a little stretch.”
Damn, my hole was in a cooperative mood, I hit those poppers again and my hole bloomed right open to take a second hand. I’d never opened up so quickly without the assistance of my girlfriend “Tina”, so I was happily surprised by this unexpected development. It helped that my top had smaller hands, knew how to use them, and was very slow and methodical about it. Once he was inside with two hands, I took some slow punches. My hole was humming, so was I.
After this round, my top helped me up from the sling and we kissed a bit.
I was still quite high from all those chemicals but did manage to walk into the main vestibule where several guys were hanging out looking to pair. There was a younger 30ish looking Black man in a wrestling singlet who approached me and asked if I wanted more ffun. His hands were on the larger side, but I happily agreed to play with him.
We found an empty sling in one of the rooms and I mounted it. My new friend helped place my feet into the stirrups. I laid back while he gloved up and seconds before he was about to enter me I took a huge hit of Amyl. It was the perfect timing. Riding that warm wave of sensation while a hand pushes right through you. Once again I opened like a knife through butter, the larger hand not a problem.
“Damn, boy, your hole is gaping for me. Look at that!”
My top pulled out, put more Crisco on both gloved hands and this time when I poppered up, my hole was getting boxed out by one fist and then the next. Serious handballing. My cock leaked big time throughout. I heard someone getting fisted in the sling next to me and it added so much to the experience. Also, I could see myself in the mirror hanging on the ceiling taking those punches. It amazes me to watch this fit man obliterate my wrecked cunt.
I think I wore him out after 30 or so minutes of continuous play, and given this event was only for six hours, the idea was to rotate around a bit. So we decided a break was in order and we hugged it out and I found myself back on the first floor to grab some water and to refill another bowl of Crisco.
As I was sitting in the drink/snack area, I saw one of my fisting pals that if played with twice before, Paul. He said he was definitely gonna get in my hole a bit later, which excited me.
But it was an older gentleman, I’d say mid 60’s, full beard, blue eyes, hairy chest, wearing a black jockstrap and leather vest who approached me next.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before?”
“No, this is my first time attending.”
“Awesome, what do you think so far?”
“It’s been great, better than I could have ever imagined.”
“Love to hear that. I’ve been coming here for years myself. Great to see fresh faces and get into new holes.”
I giggled, again, I was still quite high.
“So, you wanna go upstairs?”
“Sure”, I said. When I’m high, I’m not talkative. My mind drifts away, my body’s nerve endings are ultra sensitive and the pleasure is unlike anything I can ever describe.
We walked into another room with an open sling and I practically jumped in, anticipating even more wonderment.
My more experienced fisting partner held my gaze as I held the poppers up to my nose and let my body completely surrender. I raised my arms up over my head, and as his fingers probed and pushed, I pushed my sphincter out, welcoming his entire closed fist inside me. It truly felt like a large billiard ball moving in and out of my rectum. I truly loved when he went deeper, three quarters to the elbow and began to saw into my hole, one hand then the other. My previous fister definitely paved the way for this to even happen. I was crying out in utter joy as this man played in my guts.
I wore him out, too, he said he needed to take a break to save himself for the rest of the afternoon. I was cool and understood that. As I was about to dismount, another older guy I’d talked to online and met earlier, an Italian hottie, said he wanted a turn. Terrific luck for me!
I noticed next to us there was a young buck, a good 190, hairy chest, beard, in a black Diesel jock destroying the guy next to me. It was so hot to feel my Italian fister play inside me while just next to me another man was demanding to get his hole destroyed.
The Italian guy had very talented hands, and he was not as rough as what was going on next to me, but as I was in my poppered up haze, he managed to slip in his second hand. Getting stretched that wide is my favorite thing in the world and it was happening for a second time that afternoon, once again the visual above me had me creaming in my jock. My fister kept telling me how hot it was that my dick was locked.
So that was guy number four when he finished, I must have been in that sling well over an hour. That’s when my buddy, Paul, who fisted me twice found me, and so I just stayed where I was and took even more punches and depth up to the elbow. My hole was sloppy, so much grease and I was open like a goddamn tunnel. It was phenomenal.
After the three successive guys hit my cunt I went back downstairs to rehydrate and get even more Crisco. I sat for a bit and in my view I could see a very tall, thin, Blaisian man changing from his street clothes to his fisting uniform. A black and red leather vest with the name of his leather group embroidered on the back, and a black Nasty Pig brief. I hoped to get some time with him.
I did notice the time was close to 4pm at this point and five guys had been in my hole in a span of three hours, I’d cum close to cumming a couple of times, but for me, it’s not about chasing the orgasm, it’s more about sustaining the intense pleasure over an extended time.
I decided I wanted more. The young buck ass destroyer that was fisting the guy next to me in the sling earlier said he wanted to get in my ass. He took me to the room that was labeled, “play only”, meaning nobody could stand around and watch. It was just the two of us.
It was a darker room, smaller, and just seemed more intimate. There was one other sling in the sane room, but that remained empty.
Once again, my ankles were in stirrups and my legs were spread, hole open for business.
“I saw you destroy that hole next to me, dude. I want that!”, I said.
“Oh yeah? You think you can take it?”
“I fucking want to, fucking punch my pussy open!”
“Take a hit, let’s see what this hole can do!”, he said with the most devilish grin on his face.
My hole offered up no resistance at all, taking his full fist upon entry half way to the elbow.
“Nice fucking hole! Fuck!”, he said.
I worked my way down the sling and raised my hips slightly, then I took a deep hit. We locked eyes and fuck, this dude had me seeing stars. It was amazing taking those fully closed fists, knuckles scratching up every nerve ending making me grunt out like a wild beast. I kept begging him to fucking wreck me harder and faster and the poor chap was sweating up a storm. It was a beautiful rhythmic buildup that we both choreographed perfectly.
When he tapped out, another guy around my age, Larry, said he’d been hoping to play with me all night. He had a full head of blondish grey hair and a full porn stache. He was fit, toned. He had me laying in one of the flat platform slings, they are wider than a typical sling, and just as much fun.
I never imagined I’d be playing with him the longest out of all my fisting sessions is had so far. He was saying over and over how much he loved my hole. His hands were massive, I couldn’t take his double but I will say, his full on obliteration of my pussy lips with his fist was out of this world and made my body orgasm. It was a fistee’s masterpiece. I thanked Larry profusely for playing with me. Feeling his porn stache on my face was hot.
It was now after 5 and I thought I had time for just one more round. Almost scripted, the Blasian guy winked at me. He was sitting in that fisting cubby. He tapped on it with his hand and nodded me over.
We talked momentarily and then I got into the cubby, my knees on the lower platform. This was the first time all afternoon I couldn’t see my fister, not watch from above, but it was so great having a forearm ream me out from another angle. We played like this for quite some time as I reached to tweak and twist my nips as my home took a good punching.
He then had me flip onto my back and we put my ankles in the stirrups. They hung almost by my head so I was not necessarily spread out, but my hole was at another new angle. This time I got to watch my fist fucker’s face for one final anal blowout.
My hole was closing and getting a bit sore now. I checked the time, it was well after 6pm, and for me, over five and half hours of almost continuous fisting was enough.
I texted my ride and was picked up for the drive home. During the drive I was asked to spill all the details, which I did. My ride said he wanted to fuck my sloppy ass, so I agreed. When we got to my place, we made our way quickly to my bedroom and stripped. I was still in just my jock. I sucked his eight inch dick to get it wet and hard. Then I was in my hands and knees. My fucker got behind me on his knees and slid inside me.
“Holy fuck, your hole is so creamy and warm!”
After all those fists and eight inch dick was nothing. My fucker said he wasn’t going to last long because the Crisco felt amazing on his dick. He began to aggressively fuck me. There was melted Crisco flying out of me, dripping down my balls and taint. Not even five minutes later, I felt a warm burst of his sperm erupting inside me.
We cleaned off his sloppy cock with one of the white old ratty t-shirts in my hamper and off he went.
Now that is what a call a ffantastic day!
