Fisting

As a man in my sixties, you may find it difficult in this modern-day and age to relate to this story. Personal computers were unheard of when I was young, and all the other modern technologies like ATMs, online banking, mobile phones, and etcetera were so futuristic that we had no concept of what lay ahead. From a porn perspective, VHS tapes were state of the art, and magazines further supplemented our horniness.

In these early days, all my friends and I would frequently swap new videos of porno and delight in discussions about the hottest ones. Jeff Stryker was a particular porn star favourite in those days.

One evening a friend of mine popped in with a VHS tape, on which a compilation of porn scenes appeared. Shortly after he departed, I could not wait to watch the offering of ecstasy he had brought me. It was all the usual stuff and included a few Jeff Stryker vignettes. The final scene on the tape, however, blew me away. 

In this scene, two French boys are lying on a secluded beach sensually kissing. One guy then presented his arse to the other in the doggy style. What happened next was mind-blowing. With an abundance of lube, the dominant man began to prize the beta’s arse more and more wide open. Two fingers shortly became three, and soon a fourth finger entered the fray. Once the alpha’s thumb got placed in his palm and his four fingers formed a spear, his hand disappeared into the beta’s backside. I had never seen anything like this in my life and could not comprehend how this was possible. The look of ecstasy on the beta’s face was awe-inspiring. To date, this was the hottest porn I had ever watched.

As time fleetly passed by and the internet age arrived, the mindboggling video paled into insignificance with the smorgasbord of fisting offerings I watched. I must admit that I then became an addict.

Let me clearly state that I am too much of a baby to have my backside fisted, and knew I would never cope. The idea of this nevertheless always intrigued me enormously.

Fortuitously, one night my dream came true. In an active gay area, I first visited an action pub that was not too hectic. Everyone was fully clothed and the action upstairs was rather mild. The bar two doors further, however, was renowned for far wilder activity. I had never visited because they had a fully naked policy that made me slightly uneasy.

During my visit to the first pub, a very attractive and short young man entered. Much as I monitored his visit, he seemed rather phlegmatic. To my dismay, he left the pub rather early.

After a few more drinks, and nicely oiled, I decided to head home. Alcohol has a strange effect on people, and as I was about to head for my vehicle, I had a WTF moment and finally decided to visit the naked den of iniquity.

Upon entering and relinquishing my clothing, I uncomfortably hugged the bar counter self-consciously. I soon relaxed as I scanned the other naked patrons over my shoulder. It was not too bad, after all. After one more beer and with Dutch courage surging through my veins, I decided to reconnoitre the environs.

Upstairs, I passed by a few cubicles that had glory holes on either side. Further, on and on the right I observed a cubicle with a sling. With my eyes now adjusted to the gloom, I saw the pretty boy I had seen earlier in the pub close by, lying on the sling with his legs in the air.

‘Ah,’ I thought, ‘Looks like I am finally going to fuck you.’

Moving closer, his arse looked rather puffy and well-fucked. As I looked at his beautiful face, his eyes hornily harangued me as his tongue contoured his lips in lustful coercion. Extending my arm, my fingers smeared against his swampy portal. As my digits caressed the threshold of ecstasy, I could feel the viscous entrance of a well-fucked hole, and I wondered how many loads his backside had imbibed.

I had always been a cum-slut as was eager to explore his squelchy tunnel. After dropping to my knees, my tongue began lapping at his puffy entrance. His arse had an overwhelming taste of unfamiliar lubricant but enough semen to incite my interest. His arse lips were incredibly accommodating and my tongue slipped in and out easily. It was instantly apparent that his portal had got badgered by more than just cocks.

‘Has this guy been fisted?’ I began to question.

Hoping that this was my lucky day, I soon got to my feet and instantly began prodding his hole with three fingers. As a fourth finger soon entered the fray, the guy began groaning like a bitch in heat. I was beside myself by now and quickly placed my thumb in the palm of my hand as I had seen on the internet. After spearing my fingers, my hand began to jostle ever forward. As my knuckles broke his barrier, the man started ululating his approval. I watched in wonder as my hand disappeared into his backside.

The overwhelming warmth coating my hand was mesmerizing, and it was as if I had pushed my hand into a silky marsh.

“Yes, yes… Yes,” he cried as I commenced turning my arm. I had never experienced anything more exhilarating in my life as we bonded in bliss. Unable to restrain myself, I opened my hand in his passage of ecstasy, to more groans of approval by him.

“Ah, aah, aaah,” he whimpered in delight.

I was delirious as I balled my hand into a fist and started pummelling his arse.

My cock had never been harder before, as I pounded his portal. Little by little, my forearm surged ever forward until I was almost elbowed deep.

“Fuck, yeah, fuck, yeaaah,” he intoned as I maintained my metronomic action.

When I began to punch-fuck him, he was writhing like an excited serpent. I was so horny by now, that without stimulation, my dick started spraying jizz.

With all the excitement, my legs almost gave way beneath me. Once I had composed myself, I asked the beautiful boy if I should untie his legs from the sling.  

“No, I still want lots more,” he replied with a giggle.

As I was leaving, another man entered the cubicle. As I watched, he immediately got to work and started fisting the boy.

I departed shortly after, having enjoyed one of the greatest experiences of my life.