Fist Weekend In Milan

My partner and I have been into top and bottom fisting scenes for more than 15 years. Before Covid-19 arrived on-the-scene, we frequented fisting parties here in Munich, and other locations such as Berlin, Vienna, Milan and on the Greek island, Crete.

It was at The Illumined in Milan, Italy that I first had my entire arm up a man's ass. I walked into a room with a row of three slings to find a middle-aged man resting in the middle sling. I walked over, stood at the foot of the sling and stroked his inner thighs. When my fingers slipped between his asscheeks and found his entrance to pleasure, he nodded his head quickly several times and smiled. He waved off the use of gloves so I dipped into his Crisco can and generously lubed my hands and lower arms midway to the elbow.

His hole was not yet sloppy but I didn't have to do much stretching to slide a hand inside. He groaned as I penetrated his sphincter. I started sliding in and out slowly to spread the Crisco, lubing advanced territory. I kept getting deeper and deeper while this guy kept a broad smile on his face. He didn't even break a sweat.

When my elbow disapeared in his hole, I started to sprout a boner; the situation was getting exciting. i can routinely take an arm to the elbow, so this had a lot of potential.

I slowly slid my other palm flat against my lower arm already inside my victim and pushed to stretch his hole wider open. I interlaced the fingers of both hands to form one large fist. I fist fucked him with this large club-like fist. The sling-bound fistee started moaning loudly. He babbled in French and raised his head and spoke but I shrugged and told him in English I didn't speak French. He gave a disappointed nod of understanding and added a "thumbs up,"

Going deeper with both hands wasn't possible without really wrecking his ass, so I removed one arm and pushed deeper, expecting him to stop me at any moment. When my shoulder and chest pressed against his asscheeks, I knew I wasn't going in any deeper. My hand had long ago rolled into a fist and I used that and both hands pulling his hole wider open. After a few minutes of punch fisting he signaled he had had enough. I grabbed a roll of paper towels and cleaned the Crisco from his ass and my arms. This session had lasted for nearly an hour.

I noticed another guy leaning against the wall behind me, watching. After I was finished wiping away the Crisco, this guy walked over, physically picked me up and literally threw me into the next sling. Fuck, I love being manhandled. He just stood there looking at me. I didn't know what to say or do. He reached down, grabbed my nutsack and stretched it, forcing my balls to the bottom of my sack, stretching the wrinkled skin smooth and thin.

He broke out into a big smile as he let go, dipped a hand into my Crisco can and generously greased his hands and lower arms. He took time to loosen my hole and then pushed his hand of pointed fingers inside. His hands were on the large size and gave me that full feeling that brings me so much pleasure. Fuck, this guy was an excellent fister. Pushing in, twisting, pulling back, making a fist and pushing deeper. Suddenly, with his fist inside me, he shoved his cock inside and stroked himself for a few minutes. I love that, makes me feel the fister is realty in charge, doing what he wants.

After what I thought was about thirty minutes he pulled out, cleaned up the Crisco, pulled me out of the sling and then he crawled in.

This guy had a well-fisted hole, likely had stuffed some large toys in there, too. His hole was already getting sloppy. He may have already been worked on in the large red fisting room on the top floor. I played in his hole, slightly beyond my elbow and we both enjoyed the session, nothing spectacular like with the other guy. I leaned down and took his seven or eight inch dick in my mouth and blew him while fist fucking him. He fucking loved that.

I thought he was about to come when he suddenly raised his head and excitedly said something in French. I told him I don't speak French. He said, "No come.". He quickly formed fingers of one hand into a circle and pushed the index of the other hand in and out of the circle...the international sign for fucking.

He raised up as though he wanted out of the sling, so I grabbed the paper towels and cleaned us up. He jumped out of the sling, grabbed me and , gave me a kiss with a lot of tongue and spit. He pushed me to the floor on all fours, knelt behind me, smeared his precum on my hole and pushed in. My hole was still open from the fisting he gave me earlier so no foreplay needed.

This hot French dude fucked as well as he fisted. He fucked hard and deep and I was in love again. I felt his big cock getting harder and he quickly pulled out and sprayed my ass and back with his warm, thick seed. I milked the last of his sperm out, squeezing with my ass muscles and sliding forward and backward with small movements.

After resting behind me for a few minutes he got to his feet, reached down and offered a hand to pull up. As I stood in front of this sexy man, I realized my knees were burning. The rough fucking has scooted me around in the floor, unknowingly grinding my knees into the salt-covered floor.

Sa!t is spread all over the floor at fist parties to breakdown the J-Lube that drops to the floor during fisting sessions. Don't want anyone slipping and falling, spoiling their fun.

We have been to The Illumined twice, both times for extended fisting weekends. It never closes, open 24/7. And, a lot other sex goes in there besides fisting. I love the gloryholes, yeah.

I have some other stories I will soon be posting, fisting and others.