Second fisting
I met Mark on a bareback website while in Denver. He was 43, 6’, 210, bearded, hairy all over, about 7”c, not very thick. He was into fisting, and since the first time, I wanted it again. I wasn’t wearing the cock cage this time as I had flown to Denver and didn’t want any problems passing through Security. Mark told me where I could pick up some poppers and some lube nearby so I made a stop. I had only brought with me one dildo, the 8.5”, a jockstrap, and a fleet enema, limited supplies.
I took with me the dildo as I walked up to his door. When I arrived he was wearing a black leather harness and a black leather jockstrap. He looked very hot and very horny. He brought me upstairs to his bedroom. He had lots of mirrors on the walls and on the ceiling. This was going to be fun. We made out as he slowly undressed me, so now I was down only to the jockstrap, and otherwise naked.
He pushed me back onto the bed and spread my ass to rim me. We exchanged hits of poppers and his tongue and beard were awesome. He came back up and we kissed again. He straddled my chest and I opened my mouth and started to suck him. He reached behind him and began fingering my hole. I thought he was gonna shoot down my throat but he abruptly pulled out of my mouth. Got in between my legs and shoved his wet cock inside me. With additional hits of poppers, Mark had me moaning and begging him to fuck me as it felt so good. Watching myself being fucked in the mirror overhead turned me on even more. Mark unloaded deep in my ass.
He pulled out and I sucked him more and his cock remained hard. He had a small bench near the mirrors by the wall and he brought me over there. I was on my hands and knees with my torso on the bench. My ass was exposed for further play. Mark got behind me and begin to rim me again. Watching him get lost in my ass in the mirror again made me so hot. Then he reached to grab the dildo and lubed up up. He inserted it inside me, after a few minutes of some rough dildo fucking, he entered me with his dick and the dildo at the same time. He really stretched my hole and I was glad and needed it. It felt so wonderful to feel so full. He bucked into me harder and harder rubbing against my prostate. I was moaning in pure bliss. He fucked me stupid and he unloaded again.
He pulled out of me, and removed the dildo. He brought over the tub of fisting grease and the poppers and things were about to get serious. He asked me if I was ready to take it, and I felt relaxed enough to say yes. I closed my hands into fists tightening up as he began to explore my hole with his fingers after thoroughly coating his hands and wrists with grease and inserting lots of it into my gaping hole.
Fully greased, he said take a hit, and I did. I watched naked in the mirror in front of my face take huge whiffs and my eyes looked so bloodshot. I then looked at the mirror to the right of me, and I could see Mark begin to shape his hand like a cone as he began to slide in. Knowing I had been fisted once before not too long ago gave me confidence and I began to relax and loosen up, and take more hits, and give in to the feeling of his hand in my ass, and when I least expected it, he popped right inside. The grease was slick and really worked.
I closed my eyes and let Mark go deeper in my hole, making me feel things I hadn’t felt since last fisting. My cock began to harden against the bench, but I couldn’t reach down to stroke it. The friction of my dick rubbing up against the towel on the bench and the fist in my butt was intense, and I took a hit of poppers as Mark began to punch fuck inside of me, building up the speed, and my dick exploded into the towel. He had been exploring my hole for a good 30-40 minutes, and I just felt this after glow and I was loose and calm.
Mark pulled his fist out of me, lots of fluid dripping down my crack and down my legs. I watched as Mark got up on his knees behind me, and shoved his dick inside me. He was talking dirty to me, telling me how good it was making me his fisting bitch, how hot I looked taking his fist, how it looks taking his dick. He was so turned on and became more aggressive, as he grabbed onto my hips harder. In the mirror I turned my head to watch Mark power fuck my hole, I saw him close his eyes, raise his head, as he screamed and emptied another load into me.
he collapsed onto my back and he panted, he sweaty hairy chest in my back. He began to kiss the back of my neck and nibble on my ears whispering “you’re ass is so hot, you’re so fucking hot, I wished you lived here cause I could get used to this”. And with that, the reality hit me that although we had a very intimate and hot experience, I will never see him again, which made me sad.
He got up and dismounted and I slowly got up self myself. I had been on the bench for almost an hour. I really overdid it with the poppers as I almost lost my balance trying to stand up. I did use the restroom to wash my face and wipe my crack. And I felt a little better.
When I came out of the restroom, a Mark had on a pair of shorts and had not taken off the harness. We chatted as I got dressed. When I was ready to leave, I pulled him close to me by the harness and we made out one last time. It felt wonderful, and I won’t forget that good-bye kiss.
So, I wrote this having only been fisted twice. I’m supposed to meet the first guy that fisted me in a couple of days. I’m consumed by the thought, and we’ve been exchanging texts all morning. You know I’ll be writing about it!
