Ffucking Ecstacy

I met this hot stud on a website that caters to the fisting community. He is 37, a Black bear, 6’, 220, full beard, and large hands. After reading reviews from several  fist bottoms, I was keen to met him for myself.

I’d discovered that for me, eating a couple CBD gummies before fist play has almost the same effect as a “booty bump”, and along with some fresh poppers, my cunt would open for anything. So I set out to by some PIG poppers before driving over to his place and swallowed those gummies an hour beforehand.

I rode up the elevator to his floor and walked down the quiet corridor to his front door and noticed it ajar, as I’d informed him via text of my arrival. I opened the door to a dark apartment, and noticed a light coming from his bedroom door.

In his bedroom illuminated with low red lighting, there was my stud, laid out naked on his king bed stroking his 8” thick cock.

“Hey faggot, strip for me.”

I nodded my head and as I was removing my clothes I noticed a few things. A tub of j-lube sat beside the bed along with some pads and a stool.

I stripped down to my red Gym jock with 2” waistband, and also wore a red striped leather armband, indicating my fisting preference. I reached into my pocket for the poppers and awaited instruction.

“Suck!” He commanded and pointed to his erection. With his hands propped over his head I positioned myself between his legs and opened wide to engulf his Black meat into my faggot mouth. I felt instantly submissive to this man as I looked at him and our eyes met. He nodded in approval as I went down on him, “ohhh, you’re an amazing cocksucker, but you probably have been told that many times. A whore like you must’ve had plenty of practice.”

My cock was leaking in its cage from hearing this “compliment”.

“I don’t want to shoot in ya mouth, get on your back and show me that hole.”

He pulled me to the edge of the bed and knelt down below and treated me a masterclass rimming. I was ever so close to cumming as I twisted my nipples as he did things with my hole that are just indescribable.

“I think that cunt needs a fist now!”

“Yes, please, fuck YES!” I was pleading, practically begging as my hole winked at him.

He sat up on the stool now and lubed his left hand liberally. I began to sniff heavy on the brown bottle, and the gummies were beginning to take full effect. As he pushed through my entrance with a few fingers, I began to realize just how hungry and ready I was for more.

“Please, give me more. I want it, fuck please!”

“Damn pig, you are a hungry slut, aren’t you?”

I began to push down his hand to show him just how much I wanted to have his hand burst through my ring. He took the hint and in record time, my hole swallowed up the largest hand it had ever taken. His hand didn’t collapse well so I was feeling stuffed fairly quickly.

As his hand pushed through that initial wall, i closed my eyes and saw bursts of light flashing under my eyelids. The sensation of poppers lifted me away and soon I had settled onto his wide wrist and wanted more. I felt his hand closing inside me, every sensation causing my nerve endings to jolt and when he closed completely, he began to push it up inside me, his knuckles scraping my insides and I began to groan in the most exquisite ecstasy, my eyes rolling up inside my head, and losing all my inhibitions.

My top pulled up, squirted more lube into my hole and coated his fist liberally as I inhaled, and he reentered, this time his closed fist pushed inside me, and again he pushed through, causing me to leak uncontrollably, his eyes met mine as he began to slowly punch in and out of me. I couldn’t believe how quickly my cunt had dilated to get to this point so early into our play.

“Oohhhhh ooohhhh yeah. Oh my god!”, I yelled as his fist brought me pleasures I hadn’t had in a few weeks. Watching the intensity in his face as he watched me submit fully  is a vision I won’t soon forget, etched into my memory for now.

My hole sounded so sloppy and wet, as he continuously applied more lube throughout this punching phase.

My hole expelled a great deal of lube when he pulled abruptly pulled out of my behind.

He scooped some up from the pad and placed it back onto his fist and told me to turn around and fuck myself with it. I turned around now, hit the poppers, and swiftly gobbled up that fist, my hips moving quickly, his knuckles pressing against my love button, I experienced a prostate orgasm and shouted out loudly to celebrate this achievement.

Now he pulled out again and lubed up the right fist, a smidge larger than his left. This time he grabbed onto my waist to keep me stabilized as he punched right in through me.

“Come on pig, count ‘em out. You can do if!”

After 50 gut punches I was delirious, and tapped out, collapsing onto the mattress. He let me recover briefly.

“More pig?”

I nodded, “yeah, fucking amazing, yes!”

“Hit the poppers and this time I’ll count”. I was incomprehensibly wailing in total delight with every blow I received, I felt high with all sorts of adrenaline, pushing my ass up and hole out to willingly take these cunt punches, wrecking my insides. I was barely listening to him counting when his voice became louder and recaptured my attention, and when he shouted “117”, my balls erupted with a second nut dribbled right into the jock, making it super sticky and very messy.

Finally, our last round, my fister stood at the edge of the bed and pushed his hard cock into my very wet cunt and said, “damn faggot, this cunt is gaping, my big dick is lost in here. Let me fix that!”

He pushed his hand inside my cunt and began to wank his cock inside of me. I grunted and grunted as he pleasures himself with his right fist wrapped around his prick, his other hand swatting my backside and he is yelling insults at me for the duration, reminding me of the filthy pig I am, how only whores like me take stranger’s fists and dicks, how he wrecked my cunt and as he blew his nut he called me a low-life pussy.

After he unloaded, he pulled his hand out then his cock. He swatted my ass again, “turn around, pig”, he shoved his cum covered fingers into my mouth followed by his deflating dick. He tasted better than delicious, 5 stars!

and our play came to an abrupt end after that. He wasn’t shy about his intentions to shoo me out of his place. “Meeting my friends for dinner, if you don’t mind leaving quickly before they get here?”

In fairness to him, I did sort of invite myself to meet him and he did tell me he didn’t have all night. He did text me the next day and said I have a great hole and wants to play in it again, which is quite flattering. Btw, as I walked out his door, his 3 friends turned the corner and saw me leaving his place. They seemed to laugh at me as I passed them by, and I heard one say, “has to be one of Devon’s faggots he’s always telling us about. At least that’s what he looked like. I’m sure Devon can’t wait to…” and their voices drifted off as I turned the corner.

That humiliation made my cock jump in its cage, and I wished I had the ability to rub one out! Alas, I went home and rode my fist dildo until a third load was released and drifted off to a very deep sleep!