Ffun

Sir Jace granted me permission to find a ffist if I could find one. I woke up yesterday so horny, my hole needed something inside it so badly, and being locked up through the end of the year, I was going absolutely insane. I took to a fetishized site that attracts men into fisting, and it didn’t take long for me to connect with a man who’s profile name was a synonym for “grungy” (I do not want to use real profile names without permission).

Grungy’s real name was Dale and he was aged 36, 6’1”, 165, swimmers build, although hairy chested, 30”waist, and enjoyed rimming, playing with toys, and fisting, as a top. Like me, no PNP, but poppers were cool. We really hit it off after just a few messages and agreed to hook up at my place. He wasn’t interested in fucking me, but he did like rimming, and fisting, and I was all in!

I cleaned myself inside and out, and laid out on the bed all my toys; dildos ranging from 7”, 8.5”, 10”, 18”, a thick 10” by 3.5” dildo, an inflatable 13” dildo, a fist dildo. I had towels, a tub of j-lube, and a bottle of fresh poppers ready to go. I put on my black Nasty Pig jock with red piping and matching knee-high black socks. I looked the part of a hand puppet if I must say so myself.

At noon, Dale arrived to my apartment, and I had buzzed him up and left the door ajar. I walked quickly back to my bedroom and got into position on all 4’s, facing forward. I heard Dale close the door behind him and his heavy footsteps coming closer towards me. “Mmmmmm nice. That’s a really sexy ass you got there”, he said as I heard him remove his shirt. Then he kneeled down, blew into my hole, and smacked my ass. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna have a great time playing in that hole”

He dove into my crack with his face and began lapping at the soft skin of my rosebud and I took my first of many hits of the afternoon. That initial sensation of the poppers working through me always makes me a little light headed but it does wonders on loosening my hole. I began moaning softly and reached my hands back to spread my cheeks apart so he could have better access. Dale likely hadn’t shaved in a few days and against my smooth ass, his chin was so coarse like sandpaper, and it made me squirm with even more desire.

Dale was an expert ass rimmer, he talented tongue found its way inside my hole and he began to munch down on it, spitting inside, inserting a first finger. Getting it so nice and wet. I began to rub my nipples between my fingers and pushing my hole back welcoming   his finger inside me. One became two and I let out a louder coo. His slender fingers were like magic sticks doing wonders inside my chute.

The fingering of my hole continued for some time. We were both not in a rush with all day set aside to play. Dale was well-skilled and knew how to work my hole open, eventually getting it ready for his full fist. But we were nowhere close to that just yet.

Dale removed his fingers and poured dipped the 7” dildo into the tub of lube. He carefully brought it over to the entrance of my ass, minimizing any spillage. He kissed and lightly nibbled on my butt cheek as he slowly pushed it inside me. The dildo entered without any resistance, and Dale continued to lick and bite my ass while fucking me with the small dildo. I was becoming more dilated, and ready to move up a size.

Sensing the same, Dale removed the 7”er and placed it on the towel and dipped the 8.5”. This one is slightly thicker and more lifelike with pronounced ridges and a larger mushroom head. I took another hit of poppers, reached back once again to spread my ass open, and Dale pushed this next dildo inside. My entrance giving off a slight “pop” as it pushed through. The mushroom head hitting my p-spot and the ridges making every sense tingle. “Ohhhhh ohhhhh”, I was in a state of utmost pleasure. Dale took his time, that dildo moving slowly in and out of my rectum. Nothing rough, just slow smooth strokes, and every so often he’d swirl the head around in an attempt to stretch my insides further.

I felt like Goldilocks as that dildo felt oh so right, but it was now time to kick things up a notch. Removing the 8.5”, we progressed to the 10”. This was was long and thick, no ridges, but allowed for a deep smooth ride. The thick head of this cock hit me firmly inside and I began to buck my hips back, rapidly, I wanted this dildo inside me faster, increasing the tempo. Once again, Dale began to smack my ass, lick it, bite it, while moving that dildo through me. He left it inside me and began to insert a finger next to it, wedging first one and then two, eventually fingering my with 3, while leaving that 10” embedded inside me to the hilt. Ohhh, I was beginning to feel my hole really begin to stretch now.

I suppose Dale was wondering where to take things next? He pulled the 10” out, and I knew whatever he chose next was not going to be so easy. I deliberately kept my head down to keep the element of surprise. I heard Dale applying lube to whatever was coming next. I took another deep hit in both nostrils and pushed out while the next object pushed in…and in…and in. It was the 18” black dildo that was at least 2” wide. It was a hole stretcher alright, and I’ve never taken more than 15” of it. That would change. I was so relaxed, and Dale was taking things so slow, and gradual, and we’d been at it now for almost 2 hours.

With liberal coatings of lube, Dale was increasingly patient and while rubbing my back and my ass and encouraging me, “you can do this”, I conquered all 18”. For years, I’d always wanted to bottom out on that dildo. A generous set of huge black balls hit against my ass, and I knew I had done it. “Good boy, fucking sweet”, Dale said. Dale began to slowly fuck me with it, moving half of it in and out of me. It was so wet and I was moaning louder now. My hole feeling stretched even more wide open at this point.

Another half hour passed and we’d moved beyond the 18”. Dale said he’d never seen anyone take something so long and wide before. I was pleased to impress him with my bottoming skills. When he removed that dildo from my ass, I was feeling empty inside. Dale had me flip over onto my back now and I held my legs open to spread my hole for him. I watched as Dale prepared the inflatable. This would be my very first time using it with a top, and I was a bit nervous and excited. Seeing this, Dale reached over and fed me another hit of my poppers. When he reached over, I got a good whiff of his hairy armpit, and I instinctively moaned, “mmmmmmm”. Dale asked if I licked that and I nodded. He brought his pit over to my face and pushed it down and I took more deep sniffs, sticking out my tongue to taste his natural musk. “Oh fuck man”, he said. “Mmmmmm mmmmmm mmmmm” was all I could muster.

Not wanting my gaping hole to close, Dale brought his attention back to it. With copious amounts of lube applied to the inflatable, Dale had to work a bit to get it inside me, as it was almost 3” wide, and my hole was just getting to the point where it would cooperate. With expert timing and plenty of patience, Dale had succeeded in inserting all 12” of it inside me, and he stood back just a little to watch my face as he began to pump it and it widened. “I could see your hole stretching, fuck that’s fucking hot”, he said. He grabbed the bottom of it and began to slowly fuck me with it. Holy shit, this thing was wild and I was riding it now like a bronco!

The 10” long and 3.5” wide is something I’d bought about a month ago. I hadn’t actually succeeded in mounting it, but I felt ready to try. We agreed my best bet was to place it on the floor, lube it up, and sit down on it. Dale’s hands were covered in j-lube and he rubbed them all over the phallus. I took two hits of poppers in each nostril. Dale steadied me, held my torso, and I began to feel that bulbous head against my wrecked hole. I had to rock up and down a few times before I pushed down hard enough to feel it insert. Unbelievably, it began to snake up into me. Dale helped guide me down slowly onto it. I slid centimeter by centimeter. My eyes wide open, it was like sitting on a giant closed fist, but maybe even wider.

My hole began to relax, and my hole wrapped around this giant object invading it. I was moaning like a bitch! I wanted a real fist now, so I dismounted and once again found myself on all 4’s, begging Dale to “give it to me”. My jock was sticky with so much gooey precum leaking out of the cage, soaking through the jockstrap. I knew it was physically impossible to orgasm with the iron clad Cellblock locked around my dick, but I was going to die trying.

Dale lubed up the fake fist dildo and because the previous dildo was so wide, it punched through with no resistance at all. In fact, I could barely feel it push through my second sphincter. It wasn’t doing the job I needed. I needed something more, something real. It was now over 3 hours or more and I was desperate.

“Please, I need that hand. Give me that hand”. I sounded pathetic, but I didn’t care. Dale lined up his right hand and in one go, he managed to insert it inside me, thumb included. “Ahhhh”, I let out. Like an itch that needed scratching, it was a relief to finally have him inside me. Dar began maneuvering his hand inside me, and within just a few minutes, I felt his hand ball up into a fist, and the Ffun was really just beginning. I was seeing stars as he punched up inside me. And for all the gentleness he started with, that quickly went away as he began aggressively punching inside me. He knew how to work me into a frenzy. His fist punching through me, each scrape of his knuckles like electric bolts of wonder.

Dale lubed all the up to his forearm and pushed through, and slowly began rocking in and out. That’s what I wanted, that’s what I needed! Dale would eventually began to punch fuck me like a boxer with his left and right hands. He punched me so hard I fell onto the bed, and the blows continued inside me and I screamed from the combination of pain and pleasure.

We played for almost 5 hours. I never did come, but damn, Dale knows exactly what he’s doing and I hope to play with him again sometime! My hole felt so much better after so much attention.