My Fisting Experiences: Mark's Story

The usual warnings apply. This story involves sex between consenting adults. If you're not over 18 or it is illegal to read this where you live, then please do not continue any further. You have been warned.

Mark's visit and the amazing sex we experienced had certainly been an eye – and hole – opener for me and Ed.  We were both amazed at how he could take two fists and be punch fucked when it was still an effort for us just to take a single fist.  I was determined to learn more of Mark's story and so a couple of days later I gave him a call to ask him more.  He was more than willing to tell all.  This is Mark's story.

Well Jimbo it began around the time Richard and I broke up.   I'd always enjoyed riding on dildos and when, towards the end of our relationship sex was so infrequent, if he wasn't around I'd hop on a dildo and enjoy the sensations while watching a hot video.  They were nothing outrageous but then I like my dildos like my cock, big and thick!

Occasionally I'd see a fisting scene but like what you've told me, the guys – hairy bears or men with far too many tattoos – just didn't turn me on.  Race wasn't important, but I did like muscle, and a bubble butt was an added bonus.  But what spun my wheels was someone who was sexually adventurous and who wasn't in a rush.

I also started going to the sauna more frequently and had some pretty wild experiences. This was before Grindr saw people seek gratification elsewhere.

My transformation into full-time fist slut happened one time when I was out of town on business in a large city to the south.  I'd decided to stay the weekend and after a day of terminally boring meetings I decided I needed a change of scene.  So later that night, I got cleaned up and I went to really large sauna that was very clean, very modern and without a hint of grunge.

I was walking around with a towel around my waist, catching a few eyes and not to mention a few gropes.  I'd lost all that excess weight and had regained my muscle so there were lots of offers.  But deep down, I was hoping for something else.

It was then that I saw this lean handsome guy in his late 20s with long curly hair.  Like myself, he had an olive Mediterranean skin. His twink days were behind him, but he still had quite a youthful air about him.  I wasn't sure whether to follow.  Yes, he looked hot, but I'd often had boring sex with guys his age.

But what made me think again was the carry bag he had with him.  It was just big enough to carry a dildo or two in it and my cock jumped at the thought that I'd met a kindred spirit.  I began to follow him.  He soon realised I was in pursuit and walked into a booth and allowed me to follow.

The door had barely closed and we began making out, with the towels quickly cast aside we were down on the large thick mat on the floor making out.  As our tongues played a merry dance, our hands explored the other's body.  We tweaked the other's nipples and stroked the other's cock. He had a beautiful seven-inch boner and two low hung balls and seemed to be enjoyed playing with my fat nine-inch cock.

When I tentatively pulled on his balls, he groaned in ecstasy.  I pulled on them some more and he groaned even louder.  When I pointed out that my balls could do with a good stretch as well, it seemed to turn him on even more.  We passionately kissed as we revelled in the exquisite sensation of the pleasure than comes stretching one's balls to their limit.

We played for ages, and we seemed to be very much in tune.  If I bit his shoulder or his nipples, he not only liked it, but seemed to know that I wanted it in return.

After a while we got into a sixty-nine position.  His cock wasn't as long as mine, but it was thick and beautiful to suck on with a long foreskin that I just loved getting my tongue into.

After a while I couldn't resist the temptation to lick a little further.  A closer inspection would tell me if that bag was just carrying some personal stuff, or whether it had indicated something more.  As I was on top, so I got up, sat between when his legs and pushed his legs up.  He initially looked a little quizzical, maybe he thought I was going to fuck him.

I smiled at his beautiful hole, several shades darker than his olive complexion.  I could tell immediately that he was no arse virgin.  I went straight for his pucker and his hole seemed to flower before me as my tongue swirled around the beautiful folds.  He groaned and groaned, especially as I dug my tongue deep into hole.  Amazingly he seemed to be able to relax it and it opened up even more and with just a bit of spit was I easily able to slide a finger into in hole.

"You like your hole being played with," I asked.  He nodded in agreement as I slid another finger in and swirled in around.  "So, what have you got in that bag?"

"Open it and see," he said, smiling back at me.

Inside were gloves, condoms, lubes of different types and, as I had hoped, several black dildos.  One was similar in size to my own cock, but the other two were something for the eye to behold.  The first large one was more than a foot long and tapered from about four inches circumference at the top, to about eight at the bottom.  The other, while only about nine inches long, was about nine inches circumference along its whole girth.

"Do you want to play?" he asked. I nodded eagerly and I like a child in a candy shop I asked: "Can I see you sit down on the big one?"

He smiled again and what unfolded blew my mind.  While I held the now lubed black dick down, he began his slow ride to the base.  While he took a snort of poppers, he was in no rush.  He took his time, gently riding and rocking, each time taking more and more of the monstrous thing into his hole.  I don't know what turned me on more, watching as his hole being stretched, or looking up to see the delightful expression on his face.

He had an amazing hole, that belied his tender years.  I groaned every time he lifted up the dildo and his arse lips were dragged over the dildo's length.  And I groaned even more when he reached the bottom and his hole was so stretched to such a girth.

"Oh man, that's so amazing.  Your hole is so beautiful.  It must be getting so amazingly loose and sloppy."

"You want to see my sloppy hole?" he asked.

I didn't have to respond when he raised himself off the dildo and bent over.  The red hole stayed wide open, with lube dripping out from the now puffy lips.  I couldn't help myself – I caressed his puffy arse lips with my fingers.  It was a thing of exquisite beauty.

But before I could get more than a finger or two inside, he suggested I join him on a dildo.  I quickly nodded.  He pulled a condom over the regular sized dildo and sat it in front of him.  I positioned my hole over it and began to slowly ride the dildo while he resumed riding the big one. When, after a few minutes, I bottomed out he lent towards me and we began to kiss.  And with that we began to rise up and down our respective dildos, kissing and groaning.  I was in bliss and I could have easily blown my load there and then.

But after five minutes, he suggested he take a break.  As the dildos slid from our arses we took a breather.  He had a couple of bottles of water in his bag and we rested for a minute and rehydrated.  What he said next took it to a whole new level.

"Have you ever sat on someone's foot before?"

My jaw dropped.  "No, but I'd never say no to trying."

And with that he got up and pulled a glove from his bag.  He pulled my right leg out straight and began pulling the glove over my foot and toes and then covering it with lube.

"I always use a glove on feet.  The nails can be surprisingly sharp and, well, who wants to get athlete's foot in their arse!"

I was more distracted by again seeing his puffy red hole.  Despite the workout from before, it had largely closed up but seemed to wink at me.

"You're in charge, man.  Got for it."

And go for it he did.  He then began to sit down on my foot.  The sensation on my toes was like nothing I'd felt before.  His hole was warm and soft. I could only look on in sheer amazement as his hole stretched wide again, this time over my foot.  He began to ride it, his rock-hard cock and balls hitting my shin, smearing it with copious quantities of pre-cum.

After five minutes, he suggested a new position.  He lay on his back with his legs in the air.  As I held on to his feet, I guided my gloved foot back into his hole.  Both his face and hole squirmed in delight as I moved my foot and toes around in his arse.  He was wanking his cock and clearly enjoying himself.

I then thought I'd try something different.  I pulled my foot out of his hole and then pushed it back in.  He loved it and I slowly picked up the pace, almost kicking his hole with my foot.  The sensation on his arse lips, and on his prostate pushed him over the top.  While he let go of his cock, the sensation was just too much and he suddenly erupted.  He almost screamed as rope after rope of cum shot from his cock all over his chest and I needed all my strength to hold on to his legs.

When he stopped cumming, I gently pulled my foot from his arse and lowered his feet to the mat.  His legs were shaking and his body was quivering as he slowly came back down to earth from what was clearly a full body orgasm, the first I'd ever seen.  I sat down next to him and kissed him.  He smiled.  "Thank you.  It's been years since I've had an orgasm like that. I saw stars."

As he rested, I used some paper towels and gently removed the cum that was splattered all over his body.  I hadn't cum and I would have happily left it at that.  The joy I had experienced from giving him so much pleasure had left me more satisfied than I could have imagined.  As his head lay in my crossed legs, I caressed his curly hair.

After a few minutes, I said: "Well I suppose I should be off and let you go home to what I am sure will be a great night's sleep."

He looked perplexed.  "We don't need to finish yet.  I'll be fine in a few minutes.  And I want to see that big fat cock of yours explode as well. What would you like to do?"

I looked a little sheepish. "Go on, spit it out, tell me what you want. There is something. I can see it on your face, something you've always wanted."

 "Well, I've never been fisted."

He smiled.  "I thought so.  That dildo isn't massive, but others have taken much longer to get to the bottom than you did.  I think you're ready, but it will be a stretch and I can't promise there won't be some pain, at least initially.  You're sure?"

I nodded back.  "I'm sure."

"Ok.  For your first time, it's probably better to be on your back.  Later you may prefer to be on all fours, but this way, I can see the reaction on your face.  But before we go any further, I need to know your name, fisting is highly personal and it would help the connection if I knew your name. I'm Carlos by the way."

"I'm Mark."

"Well Mark here begins a journey I hope you'll enjoy."

The room had a vinyl covered pillow and he pushed my legs up pushed it under me exposing my hole.  He gloved up his hands and pulled out a container containing what looked like white cream.

"It's Boy Butter.  I bought a new container the other day and set aside some it into a separate container in case I ran into a situation like this. You can take this with you when we're finished Mark.  Always use your own lube when fisting, never share."

I nodded and smiled as he greased up his hands.  I reached for my cock, but he pushed my hand away.  "You'll never take a fist the first time while wanking, your hole will never relax."

His guidance was both reassuring and relaxing.  I knew I was in `good hands.'

Carlos began probing my hole with his fingers, pushing the lube inside.  He seemed to be using a lot but I trusted he knew what he was doing.  Slowly two fingers became three and then four.  I took a hit of poppers as he slowly swirled them around and replaced the four with one hand with the four from the other.  At another point, he had two (or was it three?) from both hands inside me, slowly stretching me wider and wider.

"Oh Mark.  You've got a beautiful hole.  Your arse is getting nice and open.  I can tell you've wanted and dreamed for this for a long time haven't you."

"Yes, I've wanted it for a long time."

"What have you wanted?  Tell me Mark. Confess to your most secret desire," Carlos seductively said as his fingers continued to explore my increasingly stretched hole.

"I've wanted a man's fist inside my hole.  I've wanted it for so long and I've wanted it so bad."

"I know you need it.  You want a sloppy hole like mine don't you, Mark?"

"Oh yeah, I want a sloppy man hole like yours.  Open me up."

The confession of his inner desire made Carlos smile.  "Oh yeah, I'll make a man cave out of this hole," he said as he added his thumb to the four fingers already inside me.

He knew I was ready and he began to slowly but incessantly push against my hole.  I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to take it.

Carlos must have sensed my concern.  "Relax Mark.  You're almost there. Take a long snort of poppers in each nostril and hold it until I say to let get go."

He counted to five, and when he told me to let it go as I exhaled his fist slipped inside.

Wow! The sensations were so intense I began to panic.  "Take it out, take it out."

"Calm down Mark.  Taking it out would be far more intense.  Just relax. I'm not moving my hand.  You can get used to it."

With his soothing words, I relaxed and breathed deeply in and out, letting out a loud sigh.

With that Carlos smiled the biggest grin.  "Wow that's beautiful.  It's not often I bust a cherry but you're one sexy cheery to bust.  You should see your hole.  Do you want me to play some more?"

I nodded, cautiously, and took another snort of poppers.

Carlos then began to slowly move his hand inside my arse.  When his knuckles went over my prostate I thought I saw stars but when he began a slow but gentle fucking motion I knew I had reached a place I had always wanted to be.  I began to cry tears of ecstatic joy.

"Oh yes Carlos.  That's what I want, that's what I need. Go on, fuck my hole."

My hole was too tight for Carlos to even get back to the knuckles but the gentle motion drove me wild all the same.  My head tossed from side to side, tears streaming from my eyes as wave after wave of sensations passed over my body.  My mouth was agape, lost for words that couldn't describe the happiness and I joy I was experienced.  But when Carlos put my rock-hard cock in his mouth it drove me over the edge.  My back arched up and with a loud cry I began to cum and cum.  It seemed like I would never stop but he took it all.

When my orgasm passed, I got nervous again.  Carlos' hand was still inside me and I didn't know how he was going to get it out. He sensed my concern. "Don't worry Mark.  I want you to push down, as if you're going to the toilet."

And with a push and grunt his hand slid from my arse and I lay there exhausted but satisfied in a way I couldn't express.  This time it was Carlos' turn to caress me.  I leant against him, exhausted.  He gave me a bottle of water and I greedily drank it down to quench my thirst.

"So how was your first time?" Carlos asked.

"There aren't words to describe it," I replied.

"Well, it won't be the last time I can tell you now.  Once you've been fisted, you'll want it again.  I think it's the endorphins, like a runner's high.  It's an itch that won't ever let you go."

At the other end of the phone, as Mark finished recounting his story, I'd already blown a load on my chest from hearing this amazing story.

"Mark that was the most amazing story I've ever heard."

"Well Jimbo, next time I'll tell you about the time Carlos took me to a fisting party but that's a story for another time and from what I can tell, you've already shot at least one load!"

Stayed tuned for part two of Mark's experiences.

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