I blew 210 days of sobriety just the other day. Some readers might feel bad about that, some won’t. The truth is for the past sixty days or so all I could think about was getting high and taking fists. I fought the temptation for as long as I could. I did not proactively solicit anyone myself, it was one of my former fisting buds who contacted me. My friend Steve, who I have written about quite a few times over the years. He is a very built older Black man. When it comes to fisting, he has been my mentor and truly knows me and my hole better than any other man on the planet.
“Hey, I’ve missed you. Wanna play?”, he asked.
I swear, I didn’t respond right away. I knew once I did, my seven months of sobriety would end, and it wasn’t an easy decision. That said, I finally did take the plunge.
“Hey buddy. How you been? Missed you, too. Would love to play.”
Steve responded almost immediately.
“Great! What are you doing tonight?”
It was a Friday night and I had no plans.
“I’m getting together with you”, I replied.
“How’s 9? I’ll have everyThing ready”.
There it was…the T I craved so very badly. Right there…in that word. Seeing it in writing made it feel more profound.
“Yeah, see you then.” Honestly, I’d only written the words, but deep down, I don’t know that I was ready to get back to crazy train again, but the more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself to go through with it.
I had a few hours on my hands to get ready and my anxiety was off the charts. In between cleaning out I took a couple of hits off a blunt I had and found a 10mg THC gummy to take the edge off.
By the time I was ready to Uber to Steve’s, I was already pretty heady and I’d used some of my larger toys on myself to ensure I had done a good and thorough job.
To ensure no accidents while taking it deep and wide. I could feel my hole twitching on the short ride over.
Steve answered the door shirtless, nothing but a navy blue pair of short workout shorts. He looked so incredibly sexy and he reached out to give me a big warm hug.
“It’s so good to see you. We haven’t played in so long. How you been?”
My head was pretty foggy but I was still coherent enough to form sentences and carry a conversation.
“Pretty good. I haven’t gotten high in over seven months…so I’m a little nervous.”
“We don’t have to use T if you don’t want to. I just thought you’d enjoy it more.”, Steve said.
“No, I want to. I’m good. I promise.”
“Ok, there really is no pressure, whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“Ok.”
“Let’s go to the bedroom and get comfortable.”
“Yeah, ok.”
Steve had laid out on the bed a few of his big toys with various lengths and wonderfully placed ridges, etc., as well as tubs of lube. The sling was set up to the side of the bed. I brought with me two bottles of fresh poppers, a gas mask, and a new bottle of Max Impact. I also had a hood with me.
Steve had a small fridge in his bedroom where he retrieved two beers. He knew my favorite was Corona. We opened up two beers and I took a large sip.
“Hey, you should take off your clothes, I can’t be the only one naked here.”, Steve said with a little chuckle.
“You have shorts on.”, I said.
“For now. Come on, let me see how all that work in the gym has been going for you.”
I’d been going to a personal trainer twice a week and running twice a week and I did look more buff than I did the last time we played about 9 or 10 months ago. I wasn’t feeling shy when I stripped off.
“Wow Rich. You have pecs now!”
Steve reached to feel them and then my right bicep.
“Damn, look at that! You really look great, Rich.”
“Thanks.”, I said, kind of proud of the compliment.
“You think you wanna try a little smoke? I’m gonna do some. Again, no pressure.”
“Yeah, ok, I’m in.” I knew if I was going to truly open up tonight, I’d need all the help I could get.
Steve looked at me with a smile, knowing full well I’d be getting high with him that night.
Steve lit up the glass pipe and we each took two hits, blowing our clouds into the air.
“How you feeling?”
“Good, really good.”
“Want more?” Steve was determined to have had way with me. I could definitely tell.
“Just a little.”, trying my best not to give in.
“Can I blow it in your mouth?”
“Yeah”. Shit, once that happened, all bets were off.
Steve and I did two more hits each blowing the thick smoke into each other’s mouths. I could feel myself lifting…like my physical presence was in the room, in the chair, but my brain was not for sure. That was some good shit we were using.
“Take off your shorts, Rich. Let’s see what you got under there.”
I pulled off my khaki shorts and exposed my red and white BOX jock.
“Very, very sexy. Mmmm mmmm”. The chems were definitely taking effect on Steve. He sounded like such a perv!
“Get up in that sling and let me get a good luck at that hole. I wanna work it open tonight, Rich.”
I took my poppers and things and laid them on the side table next to the sling.
I propped myself up and Steve placed my feet through the stirrups. My ass was hanging perfectly off the edge.
I thought Steve was going to shove a finger or two inside, but he didn’t. His hands parted my ass cheeks and he just looked downward.
“Fuck Rich. I think your hole is winking at me!”
Steve lowered his face and started to munch on my loose, twitchy hole. He stopped only momentarily to grab his pipe that had maybe one or two hits left in it, lit it, and blew the clouds right up my ass.
“How you feeling, Rich?”
“Sooo gooood”, my head was really foggy now.
“Yeah…I know.”
Steve lubed up one of his toys that was probably almost a foot long that had 6 connected round ridges, first one the size of a golf ball, the last one a large grapefruit.
I took my first hit of poppers and the first three went in so easily. Steve twisted the toy slowly from left to right as my hole gobbled up the next ball, and then the next, and with a second hit, I’d taken the whole thing.
“Ohhh yeah. Look at how hungry that hole is. You want me to fuck you with this toy, pig?”
I had my hands clasped behind my head, i could smell my own nervous pit sweat, I looked up in the mirror above me, and watched Steve fuck me with that toy over and over again, making me moan like a two dollar whore.
“You want me to give you a treat, piggy?”
“Yeah, please!”, I begged.
“I thought you would, hehe, fucking pig that you are. Trying to play coy with me. You weren’t fooling anybody. You’re a fucking pig and I’m gonna open you up tonight and prove it to you.”
Steve pulled the dildo from my hole and already had a coupe of crystals dissolving in a shot glass, even before I consented. He took the little syringe, sucked up the potent elixir, put a dab of lube on the tip and pushed it through my rectum, some fingers trailing with him, depressing the dispenser. I could feel a warm tingle develop all throughout my body. All these months of sobriety completely behind me now.
Steve carefully pulled his fingers out of me, wanting none of that liquid magic to spill out.
“Just relax. Let’s let that sit for a while. I’m going to be right back.”
I laid back in the sling, feeling my body absorb the chemical. I had no idea where Steve went, and I didn’t really care. I felt my entire body go limp, my mind cleared, it was awesome.
About twenty minutes later he reappeared with his friend James, a former body building champion, another Black man with a thick beard and a body built like a truck. We’d played before together, although I wasn’t expecting a third, it was a very happy surprise.
“He’s ready now, James, look at him. You wanna open him up?”
“No, no it’s your house, you should do it. Besides, my hands are a little bigger than yours.”
“I don’t even think that will matter. This pig is primed. Trust me, that cunt is gonna be gaping in no time, watch.”
Steve lubed both of his hands half way to his elbows. Surely he wasn’t going to start off with a double right away, but it did look like it.
“Take your poppers. Big hits for me, piggy.”
Oh my god, my head was spinning out big time after I closed the brown bottle. I moved myself further down the sling and opened my legs wider.
“Put it in! Please!”, I was so pathetically desperate.
Steve closed a fist and punched his way through, past his wrist. It was wonderful.
“Ohhhhh yeessss!”, I hissed.
I was still feeling the rush and Steve already had four of fingers from his other hand shoved in, over top his fist that was lodged several inches inside me.
“I think he’s ready, James. This fucking cunt hole feels open like a tunnel!”
I somehow snuck in another deep hit and I felt Steve’s thumb slip in and I was already taking two fists up my ass within five minutes of the booTy bump.
“You want me to double punch your hole, piggy?”
“Yes! Oh god yes! Wreck my cunt!”
Steve pulled both fists completely out of my ass and it felt so empty.
“Put them back in, put them back in!”, I pleaded like my life depended on them!
“Steve lubed up again, but this time both fists were side by side and he pressed inward, again past the wrist and went wild, twisting both fists like a corkscrew, wildly pulling his fists in and out, in and out. It was taking my breath away. It felt like I was ascending to a higher plane with every single punch. I loved how my cunt lips parted so easily.
James stood at my side. One of his hands reached under my jock, set my balls free from the pouch and squeezed on them (my cock was caged). Then I felt my right tit being twisted and pulled. So much stimulation all at once was truly magnificent. I was insanely out of my mind.
Steve was double punching me…my hole offered up absolutely no resistance. Each punch went deeper, going as deep as the elbows. Steve worked up a sweat blowing my slop hole into oblivion. This initial opening up of my hole went in a good thirty minutes. Fisting me is definitely not a casual sport.
“I need a break. James, your turn. Have fun, his pig hole is hungry tonight.”
“I can tell. I can’t wait to get in there!”
“Why don’t you put your hood on? Just let yourself go. Enjoy the ride, pig.”, James suggested.
I put the hood over my head and things went dark. I did have holes for my mouth and nose, of course. I took the bottle to my nose and then I inhaled some fumes.
Once I closed the lid, I put my hands back over my head again, my pits stunk even more potent. I spread my legs as far as I could and thicker fingers entered my inner sanctum. James pried my hole apart with his eight fingers, stretching my cunt lips as wide as the would spread, rubbing my swollen cunt lips with his fingertips, circling them round and round, teasing me, before one of his closed fists punched its way deep inside, followed by the other, filling my needy fist bucket.
James didn’t wait long to punch out my guts, right hook, left hook, faster, one after the other, truly giving me the blowout I needed. This Black God muscle stud was growling, using all his might to pulverize my pussy into next week.
“Fuck James!”, I vaguely heard Steve exclaim. “Look at that rosebud! Fucking beautiful!”
James pulled his fist out with one final tug causing my rosebud to make a full bloom appearance. I pushed out to really show these men just how my rosebud had developed since we last played together.
“Steve, you got more T?”
“Yeah.”
“Let me get some. The we’ll put the gas mask over his head and get this fucking party started for real.”
I could hear them passing clouds to each other.
“Open your mouth, piggy”, Steve said.
He blew a thick one deep down my throat. Then James followed. Steve blew one right into my opened cunt hole. None of us were feeling any pain now, that’s for sure.
“Put the mask on him!”
I heard Steve pour some of my poppers into the cotton ball and place it in the mask canister. Once it was closed, he placed the mask over my head.
The effect was quick. I was getting higher and higher with every breath. James had both his fists up my ass, one next to the other. They went in like nothing, like a knife through butter.
I had to flip the mask off because I already had way too much. I felt a hand on my ankle, pushing my ass more open and then I could feel more pressure, more fingers, lots of twisting and turning as my pig hole opened wider and wider ever so slowly.
“Yes, more! Please more!”
Then the most glorious sensation I ever felt followed. I felt a slight “pop” in my butt, and I knew I was taking a triple.
I flipped off the hood I was wearing so I could see it happening in real time.
“Ohhhh yes! Fuck yes!”, I cried.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about, Steve. Look at how open that cunt is for us! Fucking epic!”
Like they’d done this many times before, they orchestrated every movement.
I took a big deep hit and felt Steve’s fist glide over James’s two, in and out, in and out, the sensitive skin of my ring felt so alive. My eyes rolled back into my head.
Then I went for the good stuff. A small spray of the Max Impact on the white rag and once I had that over my nose, the three fists were annihilating my cunt all at the same time! I was in heaven.
The three of us lost track of time ruining my rectum. The effects of the spray poppers, bottle poppers, gas mask, were all wearing off a bit which signaled it was time for a break.
We each downed a beer, but I was still tweaking big time.
Steve and James were lying in Steve’s bed smoking a joint, passing it back and forth.
“You want something in your cunt piggy?”, James asked me.
“Yes!”, I was about to reach for one of Steve’s toys.
“Lube our feet. Let’s see you ride them, piggy.”
I lubed up Steve’s left and James’s right, first sitting only on Steve’s, enjoying the full stretch down to his ankle. I leaned over on my hands and started to bounce and ride Steve’s size 11 foot. Then I dismounted and attempted James’ size 13. Again I went down swallowing as much foot as I could in my hungry cubby hole, enjoying the feelings of a large foot now being kicked upward into my asshole.
“Turn around, pig”, James commanded.
He held the blunt out for me to take a couple of hits.
Then he slapped my face.
“Show us your rosebud, cunt!”
I spun around on my hands and knees between them and pushed out, once again showing them my flower.
Hands were roaming all over my ass and my rosebud. My butt was so sloppy and slick from so much grease. James held his fist out and let me back into it. I was almost taking his elbow when I pulled forward. I was riding James’s forearm and took more hits.
“I made something for him. Pull out for a second.”
There was that familiar dispenser. It was another dose of T. In retrospect, I needed it. Steve stuffed my hole with one of his large plugs and I heard them making out while they massaged my lower back.
I don’t know if this dose was more powerful than the last, but it sure felt like it. Again I was tingling all over, the tight grip I had on that wide plug was loosening up,
In a few minutes, I felt fingers prying the perimeter of the plug, slowly looking for an entry, until 4 fingers were now inserted beside it.
Incredibly, I felt more fingers looking to slide in on the other side. I fell to my stomach, James’s foot in my face and I found myself sucking on his big toe while these two men worked my hole open, eventually their entire mitts were inside me at the same time as this very wide butt plug.
One of them started to fuck my ass with the butt plug with his free hand. I was slobbering on several toes now, babbling like some idiot, incoherently. The plug was removed, and replaced with a fist. It was probably Steve’s, it didn’t feel as wide as before. I desperately searched for my poppers, but I didn’t need them because the gas mask was chucked over to me.
I placed it back over my head and allowed the strong fumes to take over. I was no longer connected to reality. Under my eyelids, all kinds of colorful shapes formed while my mind traveled outside of my body. I flipped the mask off my face and I knew my cunt was full, but it didn’t hit me that there were four of them inside me until James’s deep baritone voice cut through my haze and announced it.
“Four fucking fists! Fucking incredible!”
“Oh wow. Oh wow!”, I continued to babble in wonderment, feeling this exquisite ecstasy. I’d only opened this wide once before but now I was “handily” taking a quadruple fisting! I raised my hips and pushed downward, attempting to gobble up as much as I could take.
I must have really been lost because out of nowhere, my nose was covered by that white cloth and I was breathing in spray fumes. Who else was there? I had no idea, I welcomed what was presented to me and like some sick, out of my mind, tweaker, gooning out on all the chemicals in my body, Steve and James gave a new definition to cunt carnage. The fourth person in the room held my torso and assisted by forcefully pushing my legs up back while the four fists punched inside me. Each entry felt like a lightning bolt, sending waves of extreme pleasure throughout my entire body. I began to tremble when I screamed out, “oh my god, I’m cumming!”,
I experienced a full body assgasm. My body shook all over. I’d never felt anything so glorious in my entire life, and that’s saying something. I thought the men would stop when I was coming down from the rush, but no, they continued to punch right through it for several more minutes.
Finally, I was the one who dismounted and collapsed stomach first on the bed.
“Shit guys, you really beat up his hole! Fuck!”, said the stranger.
I was so curious to know who said that but I just couldn’t move yet.
“You wanna get in there, Calvin?”
“Yeah, you know I do. You got more stuff?”
“It’s over there”, I heard Steve say.
I was comatose but I could still hear things. The torch was lit, clouds were blown, which I could now smell in the air. Someone blew into my ass while the other pried my hole open. Then I felt a couple of fingers and more tingling. Likely a raw crystal or two now melting away in the slop of my wrecked cunt hole.
“Let’s get him back in the sling”, Steve suggested.
I was unable to stand up in my own, but James and Calvin assisted me and like a slab of meat I was situated in the sling. That was my first look at him. Calvin was a Black man, easily in his 50’s, tall, slender, bald, goatee, hairy chested, good, distinguished-looking man.
Calvin dipped his hands in the vat of grease and coated both hands with lots of grease.
I was so far gone into my own stupor there was no proper introduction. The handshake I got occurred right up my butthole. Calvin’s hands were massive compared to the other men. Even so, I opened right up. Calvin didn’t hold back at all. With his ginormous closed fist he blew out my hole, hellbent on further developing my rosebud. Once it appeared, Calvin took his tongue to it. Each swipe with his wide and long tongue caused goosebumps, it was such a wild sensation knowing my amped up hole was lit up as it was.
And then as I was lying back in the sling, watching the action through the mirror on the ceiling above me, I helplessly watched Calvin’s entire forearm disappear inside of me. Inch by inch, I could feel my hole widen along the thickest part of his forearm, down to the elbow.
“You think he can take me up the shoulder boys?”, he asked?
“Go for it! The pig is fucking high as a kite! Look at that cunt just eating up your arm.”, Steve reassured him.
“Yeah, go on pig. Put your mask on and show our boy Calvin what this cunt can do.”, James said enthusiastically.
James and Steve stood at with side of me, pulled my ankles from the stirrups and pushed them backward. I somehow managed to get lower on the sling so my hole was at the optimal angle. I watched on as Calvin coated his entire arm’s length in a thick coating of fisting grease.
I took a deep, intense hit of the IronFist bottle on offer and really went off to the moon. Calvin’s right forearm easily slid just below the elbow. He lowered himself so he was now on his knees at the perfect spot to simply push forward, careful not to move too quickly, but to allow his fingers to find the inner depths of my colon.
That cloth was brought to my nose and over my opened mouth and removed after 15 seconds or so, enough to get the full effect of the Impact. My hole was stretched even wider now, I was taking Calvin’s bicep.
“Fuck, bro, you’re almost there. You’re doing so well, piggy.”, Steve said.
This time one of them affixed the mask over my head and in five seconds, I felt Calvin’s hand slide in and sure enough I’d done it. My cunt became a true arm sleeve!
I flipped off the mask and with my ankles still held behind me, Calvin started to fuck me, pulling back to his elbow and moving forward, using his flexed bicep to stretch my pig hole wider and wider the more he flexed. It felt like Calvin was deep enough to touch my heart. My entire rectal cavity was covered and coated in slick fisting grease. It sounded so sloppy. I could barely contain myself. I gripped onto the chains and then the men let go of my feet and pushed the sling back. Soon enough it was swinging hard back and forth and my cunt was swallowing up two feet of a muscle man’s arm. I don’t remember a time I ever felt more high and free, and so fucking fabulous.
“Steve, grease up your arm. Get in here with me”, Calvin demanded.
“Yeah, ok”, he said.
Now James was standing behind me holding both my feet back while Steve stood over Calvin who was now sitting on a short stool at the foot of the sling. Calvin’s entire forearm was buried in my ass and I once again reached for the poppers. This time I poured just a dab on the cloth and held it up to my nose. Steve’s fingers pried along the perimeter of my stuffed and stretched cunt until he worked his four fingers inside. There was no limit to how much my elastic hole could take under the influence of so many chemicals. It wasn’t long before Steve and Calvin had one forearm each working my hole open, delivering some mild punches. Once again I lied back on the sling with my arms over my head thoroughly enjoying this intense ride.
James put my feet and ankles back in the stirrups on each side of me and lit up some T in the pipe. He blew a cloud into Calvin’s mouth. Then in Steve’s, then two big ones in my mouth. Fuck, I was absolutely soaring now.
James did the unthinkable. His finger stuffed a large crystal in a small opening between Steve and Calvin’s forearms. They stopped moving, allowing it to dissolve, allowing James to get ready for what was coming next.
After a few minutes my body was tingling again. I was open far and wide like a huge tunnel and with the gas mask over my face for the fourth or fifth time that night, these three men worked together, orchestrating one each of their forearms, coring out my cunt in the deepest triple fisting I’d ever had. Three forearms of varying sizes pulled back to my pussy lips and forcefully pushed inside. One of them pushed the sling back and once again, I was wildly swinging, my cunt voraciously gobbling up their forearms. It was absolutely and by far the craziest thing I’d ever done and it was well worth it. I began to piss myself every time my cunt landed, soaking my jock strap. My piss was so forceful it flew through the material landing on my abs.
After several insane minutes, it was definitely time to come down a bit. My heart was racing. My body was slack, endorphins flying, adrenaline pumping, they left me in the sling to recover while Steve and Calvin took to the bed and James sat on a chair.
They were drinking water and it was James who poured some in my mouth to hydrate me.
“Fuck, that was crazy”, Calvin said. “You told me your boy likes to get fisted but fuck that was unreal, bro!”
“I told you, never been with anyone who could take so much. This one’s special”, Steve said.
“His cunt opens so easily. Look at these hands! He had them both up his ass at the same time! I still can’t believe it!”
“Do you think he’s done?”, Calvin asked.
“Are you kidding me? No way! Let’s just give him a few minutes to settle down and then we’ll get him cleaned up for another round. He can go all night as long as you have the energy.”
“Fuck yeah”, Calvin said.
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