As I’ve embarked on my own personal fisting journey, I’d yet to engage in this most exquisite activity in the great outdoors. One of my regular fisting buddies, Steve, who I have written about before suggested we visit a local hiking trail that was also a well-known gay cruising spot.
As a reminder, Steve is a Black man of 64, six feet tall, 175, toned, grey goatee, bald, and has medium/large magical hands. Steve is probably my most frequent fister since Jace (my Keyholder) took my fisting cherry. Now that Jace is practically engaged to his boyfriend, I don’t get to hook up with him as frequently, but he still controls my cock cage. I’ve been locked up now for 5 months straight and quite honestly, my sex drive has been at an all time high. My asshole is my primary sex organ these days and I am consumed by getting it wrecked.
Stece texted me during the work week to see if I was busy Saturday afternoon. With the weather expecting to be perfect for outdoor activities he suggested instead of playing in his sling that we should take advantage and play outdoors. He said he knew a perfect spot where we wouldn’t be disturbed. I trusted Steve and agreed to his plan.
Of course that morning I spent lots of time preparing for the big event. I used the shower hose until I was confident I was squeaky clean inside and out. I put on a red Breedwell jockstrap with black piping, a pair of black tight Nasty Pig shorts and red tank top. I put on some red tube socks and my hiking boots.
That morning I’d eaten a couple of gummies so I did use a Lyft service to transport me the two miles to Steve’s place. I pulled out my backpack which contained my gas mask, poppers, a jar of Elbow Grease, nipple clamps, and a couple of large toys. The good-looking African Lyft driver flirted a little with me on the way and on my altered state of mind, I told him I was planning to have some fun in the woods. He chuckled and as he dropped me off told me to be careful and to have fun.
When I arrived to Steve’s he was wearing basketball shorts with a white wifebeater. He asked me inside and provided me with a little booty bump. We waited a few minutes so it could travel through my body and when Steve thought I was ready, we left and got in his car.
We drove the short distance to the hiking trail entrance and all the while my hole was tingling and twitching. I was feeling higher and higher with each passing minute, softly moaning as I anticipated Steve’s lubed fist opening up my ass.
Finalky, we had parked the car. I was still conscious enough to take the backpack with me and I followed Steve into the woods, once we were far enough from the car park, Steve stopped me for a kiss. When you’re high everything feels so sensual. My nerve endings were electrified and when our tongues clashed I let out a louder moan. At this point I broke our embrace and said, “Steve, I gotta have your fists inside me. Come on, let’s go!”
”I love it when you’re hungry”, he said. Steve grabbed my wrist and I followed him further into the trail. We walked for what felt line an eternity but was partly only 20 minutes until we came upon a small remote area where there was a large tree stump and a large fallen tree next to it. Steve laid a towel out on the tree stump and fished out the lube and toys. We laid a small blanket over the fallen tree trunk. Steve handed me the backpack so it would be within arm’s reach and I removed my shorts and bent over the tree, displaying my wanting pig hole to Steve.
Steve began to eat my hole ravenously, his wet tongue making my locked cock leak like drippy faucet and I moaned in utter pleasure. When Steve thought my hole was tortured enough, he stopped eating me out and covered his hands with grease.
I reached behind me to pull my globes apart. Steve said my hole was already gaping and in moments I felt his closed-fisted knuckles press against my ass. That’s when I inhaled the first hit of Amyl and signaled I was ready for him to push forward.
I closed my eyes and saw bright colors of red, orange, and yellow under my eyelids as Steve pushed past my sphincter and popped open my crack. I howled in complete bliss and Steve just rested his arm, now wrist deep inside me as I enjoyed the fullness.
”You want more, piggy?”
”Fuck, yes, please, Daddy! Give me more!”, I begged.
Steve greased up his right arm up to his elbow and slowly pushed inside deeper, his fist snaking its way to my second hole already. I was tuned up alright. Before I placed the gas mask over my head I begged Steve to give me his elbow. I breathed deeply taking on those fumes, my head swimming, my hole opening up and taking the fattest part of Steve’s forearm with no problem.
“ohhhh wowww”, I groaned when I pulled the mask off.
“Punch my pig hole! Fucking open my faggot hole!”
When I’m high, I get bossy and self-degrading and Steve feeds off the energy.
Steve pulled his entire-elbow deep arm out of me, and pushed right back inside. Like a locomotive engine, Steve started slowly and worked his speed up gradually until I experienced a full-body assgasm and I’d creamed my jock.
My mind and brain were spinning and I collapsed over the tree trunk like a dead weight as my body involuntarily convulsed. Steve had me drink some water before we went any further and made sure I was alright.
I was better than alright! And I was soon ready for more. I flipped onto my back and held my legs wide open. I reached down and felt my hole and soon had 4 fingers inside. Steve gave me a wicked grin as I watched him lube up my yam dildo. With my hole so pliable at this point, he pushed it right inside and began to treat me to a real fast and hard fucking, my swollen cunt lips swallowing it up like nothing.
Steve pushed it all the way down to the base, lubed up his right hand and began to slide his fingers beside it. I felt the back of his knuckles scrape the walls of my tunnel and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Steve instructed me to take a hit of Amyl and he formed his hand into a fist and soon he was punching me out with the toy and his fist. I pissed and soaked my jock.
Steve pulled the toy out and set it to the side, then he pulled my jock off and stuffed it inside my mouth. It was tangy and rank, and raunchy, and I loved it! Steve pulled my clover clamps out of my bag and tightly secured them to each nipple and said, “now, look at that, a stuffed and clamped pig!”
I looked at him wild with desire. I needed more!
Steve flipped me back so my torso was over the tree stump and my legs were spread apart. After Steve punched his fist back inside and began to probe me with the fingers of his other hand, I put the mask on again. I felt my head enter that crazy space and my hole magically opening to accept his other hand inside, wrist deep. Steve began to slowly push both fists back and forth until I yanked the mask off and begged him to punch it out, to wreck it! Steve double punched my faggot hole over and over until I’d once again assgasmed and my jaw opened and the piss soaked jock fell to the ground. The added sensation of the swinging tit clamps added to my experienced pleasure.
After another water break, we went for a third round, and finally removed the clamps from my now wired and sensitive tits. We were playing now for over two hours and the chemicals were winding down just a tad. On my back again, Steve pushed his right arms past the elbow, and then I hit the poppers again and his other hand began to crawl up against the inserted arm. I howled like a wild animal when both forearms were at the widest stretch and took yet another hit to get the second arm past the elbow. I began twisting and turning my tits like old radio dials. Again I saw crazy shades and colors under my eyelids as I pissed all over myself.
Steve was relentless and was now punching me out with both fists, full length in and out and when I had a third assgasm, Steve pried his hard cock between his fists and ejaculated in my wrecked rosebud.
Three hours in the sun was enough for both of us. We cleaned up as best we could and made our way back to the car and then to his place. He had me go for another round of pussy punching in the sling before we both hit his bed. My prolapse was involuntarily exposing itself after the intensity of the blows.
Steve was completely knackered but my pig hole was still needing. I lubed up Steve’s foot and he watched as I rode it hard releasing a fourth small dribbling load of cum from the cage. By that point I was ready for a nap, too, so I crawled up next to Steve and he spooned me. We both drifted off to sleep.
What a wonderful way to spend a Saturday afternoon!
