Biz Trip Fun

I awoke to streaks of dried cum all over my chest from my neck down to my pelvis. One of the benefits of cock freedom after four weeks of lock-up is the raging morning woodies I wake up with.  I closed my eyes and immediately my mind went to Thomas’s extraordinarily large hands and how they felt when he shook my hand, placed them around my head when he fucked my throat, grabbed my hips when he fucked my ass, and when he took his palms to my smooth white ass.

I logged into StudFist and watched a video of a bottom getting his asshole punched out, took a huff of poppers, and imagined Thomas gut punching me. In minutes, I sprayed a new layer of hot cum all over my chest.

I needed to get out of bed and get to the office. In the shower, my boner just wouldn’t quit. Shaving in front of the mirror, my penis was still rigid. I couldn’t get the thought of Thomas’s hands out of my head. I put on a pair of blue briefs and brewed some coffee. Inspired by my hardon, I texted Thomas:

“Hey, good morning. What’s up?”

I was honestly surprised he didn’t ghost me. It didn’t take long before he responded. I decided to be blunt after some pleasantries…

“Hey, you ever get into fisting ass?”

“I’ve only done it a couple times because my hands are so big. Why do you ask?”

“My cock had been hard all morning just thinking about your fist in my ass.”

We made plans to meet @ 7pm in my room.   I managed to stuff my boner into my dress pants and went to work. I left a little early to stop by the store to pick up a Fleet enema, a small tub of Crisco, and some mattress pads. I’d already had with me a new large bottle of BlueBoy, which I would definitely be using that night.

I cleaned out and prepped for Thomas’s arrival. He’d confirmed he’d be coming so I didn’t worry about him flaking out at the last minute.

At 7pm, there was a light rap on the door. I answered it nude, my penis almost pointing up towards the ceiling. I’d been hard most of the day, and now wearing nothing, it was truly free to expand and grow.

Thomas rushed inside and I closed the door behind him. I pulled him closer inside the room and dropped to my knees. I untied his shoes and pulled them off. I undid his belt and pulled down his zipper.  Oh man, his meat was already hard under his boxers. I couldn’t resist. I pulled them down and that dick was down my throat quickly.

He placed those large hands around my head and I reached up to caress them as my mouth took my throat. I was moaning, my dick was leaking strands of precum. It was definitely a lustful moment, my sexual energy in overdrive.

Thomas pulled out of my throat.

“Don’t make me cum yet.”

“I need to feel your fist inside me”, I said.

I walked toward the bed and opened the Crisco. I scooped out a bit and placed it onto Thomas’s right hand. Then I rolled onto my back, my ass on the mattress pad, and took some hits of BlueBoy. I held my ankles into my hands and opened up my hole for him. Thomas sent 3 fingers into my hole and pushed the Crisco inside.

I cooed, those fingers felt so good. If mine measure about 3.5”, his were easily 5.5-6”, very long indeed. Soon with even more Crisco added, he added a fourth finger and he began to expand his fingers out inside me, working my hole open as the BlueBoy assisted in that effort.

It was time to get the thumb inside. I inhaled deep on the bottle, then I pushed my rosebud out, and that very large paw pushed inside the first ring. Holy fuck! That hand was huge!  I could t believe it slipped in so easily.

“It’s in”, he said. “Your hole feels so good around my hand bro.”

“Oh fuck yeah”, I moaned as I slowly began to rock my ass on his hand, it slowly gliding further inside to the wrist.

“Go ahead. Make a fist. Let me rise that fist.” I was animalistic in this demand. It was what I wanted since I’d opened my eyes that morning.

I felt him slowly adjusting his hand inside me, forming a large fist, “ahhhh, ahhhh, oohhhh, ohhhh”. I continued to groan as I felt him adjusting.

I poured a little BlueBoy on a washcloth and brought it up to my nose. After inhaling the fumes, I was lightheaded in a good way and I felt my hole expand slightly. I was ready.

“Punch me. Push your fist in and out.”

Thomas pulled his fist back, my assring expanding around his fat palm, and then a quick motion inside.

“Ohhh yeah! Yes, again, oh fuck YES!”  

Each gentle punch made me feel more pleasure. My head moving from side to side, the exquisite ecstasy. I dared not touch my erection. I didn’t want to cum yet!

After this initial entry into my cavern, we decided I’d get onto my hands and knees next. I took another try of the poppers on the washcloth and Thomas had greased up both hands now. He alternated fists now, my hole really getting the punch out it deserved.

When I watched the Studfist video that morning, the top counted out 50 punches, 10 with one hand before alternating to the other. The bottom’s face, the expression on his face, made me cum. I wanted that…so I asked for it.

“Give me 50 hard punches, 10 at a time!” I demanded!

“You sure bud?

“Yes, I said in my foggy haze. I can take it. Go as hard as you can. Wreck that cunt!” I was in that slutty headspace now…deep inside.

More poppers and then it started. I heard Thomas count out the first 10, they were fairly brutal. I screamed aloud as the punches landed into my gut.

Then the next 10 with his left arm, now his arm was reaching half way up his forearm. I saw sparks with each stroke, my head bobbing up and down, back and forth, “ohhh fuck, oohhhhh fuck”, I’d imagined my own facial expression, wondering if it looked at all similar to what’s I’d seen this morning.

Half way into the 30’s, I almost quit. I began to pull away. Thomas grabbed my waist and pulled me back, finishing to 40.

My home felt completely blown out, but my balls were tightening. I had a feeling with the final 10, the assgasm would be mind blowing! Thomas’s left arm wrapped around my waist, “final 10 bro, let’s make them count!”

And holy fuck of fucks, Thomas got punched me harder than I’d expected, by the 5th or 6th, I cried out, “ooohhhh FUUUCCCKkK, Oooooohhhhh Man, Holy Fuuuccckkk”, my entire body convulsing as he finished the last 10, cum spewing out of my cock in every direction.

I collapsed o to my stomach, astonished by what just happened. My ears were ringing.  The room was spinning. I was breathing hard. Thomas mounted my ass and I felt his hard cock slide right inside. His hands splayed on each side of me, he thrashed his cock into my spent ass until he added his load into the sloppy mess of what used to be a functioning colon. Then, he collapsed on top of me.

“I’ve never seen anything like that before. That was fucking wild bro.”

I couldn’t even respond. My heart was still beating hard, and I was trying to catch my breath. The high of that orgasm was something I’d be remembering for some time to come.

He asked, “you ok?”

“Yeah, just need a few minutes.”

He made no attempt to move for several minutes nor did I. But when his dick slipped out of my crack, he rolled onto his stomach.  I turned to place my hand on his hairy chest, and I felt his heart beating rapidly.

“Woah”, I said. “Thank you. That was fucking unbelievable. The way your fist gaped my hole open and deep, fuck that was awesome!”

I kissed him on the cheek to thank him and then I rose up to get some water and brought some back for him as well.

Once we were both settled, Thomas showered, dressed, and left. It was ways after 10pm at this point.  I lay back down on the bed and felt my puffy wet hole. My cock once again became hard.  I logged into Studfist to watch the same video as this morning. And now, with that same experience as the bottom, I shot off another load all over my chest.  

I slept like a dead man…completely spent.