The Perfect Fist

Back onto my favorite fisting fetish website I went hunting for fist. I woke up early for work, had a morning wank then showered, shaved, coffee, off to work. 

I couldn’t focus on working at all. My mind took me back to the video I’d watched as I stroked my seven inch cock. It was yet another Studfist video. It was titled, “Whoa!” And it featured a young small bottom called Timmi and the Black stud, Amerifist punching him out while he held his ass up high and his legs pulled back to provide open access. Hearing Timmi moaning in utter joy as Amerifist’s large hands entered his guts got my dick rock hard and it didn’t take long to coat my chest and abs in a torrent of my own spunk. 

I turned on my PC, opened up my email, but then I was diverted away from the monitor. My dick and mussy (man pussy) were twitching. I needed to feed it badly. The need became all-consuming and I had no motivation to complete any work. I immediately logged into my favorite site on my iPhone and started hunting. 

Sure, there were the usual guys I’d seen on the site often, but I wanted to find a new fister, I craved a new and hopefully, exciting experience. I messaged a man with a profile that read, “I am a Top, strictly Top!”, which definitely caught my attention. His profile pic featured his fist inside an anonymous ass, and there were several more pics and videos that got me very excited. Further on his profile read, “your hole + my fist= a great nasty memorable fisting session”. Oh man, take me now!

His stats: Hispanic, 38, 38” waist, 5’8”, 194#, 7” dick, bear, bearded, x-large hands.  I was intimidated by the x-large hands, but not enough to move me off the idea of meeting him. So, I sent him a message. It didn’t take long for us to arrange a meeting in the evening. He was just as eager to explore my hole as I was to have him do it.  We decided on 8pm to give me ample time to prepare and head over to his place. In our message exchange, he stated he didn’t want to use any toys, just his hands. Mmmm, I liked the sound of that. While I do enjoy toys immensely, there is nothing better than skin on skin action.

I slogged through my work day with images of myself being fisted by this hot sexy bear. I caught myself a few times with my eyes closed almost moaning as these images formed in my mind. I decided to leave work a little early as I wasn’t accomplishing anything anyway.

Once home, I immediately stripped and began to douche thoroughly. Once I was satisfied I was squeaky clean inside, it was time to get myself cleaned on the outside. First, I shaved my head with my head shaver, then I used my manscape razor on my chest. I attached the short clipper to buzz my pits and pubes. Next, it was time to shave my balls and lastly my crack. Although my crack isn’t very hairy, I wanted to ensure it was smooth for my new friend.

After my clean-out and clean-up ritual, it was time to determine what to wear for the occasion. I decided on a skimpy blue and red mesh jockstrap and my harness. Some tops like to hold onto the harness when play becomes more intense. I found a bottle of IronFist poppers and a small unopened bottle of BlueBoy. I grabbed my poppers mask as I expected things to get heavy. Before leaving the house I chewed and swallowed a gummy. I was as ready as I’d ever be. I left and made the 25 min drive to his place. 

It was a suburban neighborhood with smaller houses on the outskirts of the city. I parked along the curb on the street. I grew more nervous by the second as I sometimes do when meeting someone new. I took a few deep breaths to steady my breathing and to calm myself down, and I began to feel the effects of the gummy. Within a few minutes, I grabbed my small bag of supplies and walked up the cement path leading to his front door. 

I timidly knocked on the door with my right hand and heard steps approaching when the door opened, I was warmly greeted by my fister. He was shirtless, wearing only a white jockstrap. In his hand was a can of beer. I couldn’t stop my gaze from staring at the outstretched pouch of his jockstrap. It was bulging, his balls were very large and the outline of his shaft was very noticeable. I hoped I’d get to see it or even better, feel it in my mouth or my ass. I licked my lips, instinctually. 

I snapped out of this daze and hugged Aaron. We hugged after the door closed. His chest was full of very thick and dark hair, like a carpet. His back must be waxed because it was very smooth. We broke our embrace and asked if I’d like a beer to which I agreed. He complimented my looks as he walked away towards the kitchen to fetch the beer and then he said I should follow him. 

We walked down a corridor, passing a bathroom and then we entered another room that was probably his second bedroom. In it there were two comfortable side chairs and a table on one wall and in the center of the too was a queen sized bed with black waterproof sheets. Some pads were stacked towards the edge of the bed. I saw a tub of Elbow Grease and  other small bottle of lube, which I’d soon learn was lube that contained CBD oil. 

We sat in the chairs and sipped on our respective beers while Aaron asked me to tell him about my fisting experience. He’d occasionally squeeze the bulge in his jock and I could see it stretching the thin fabric further as he grew harder. I explained to Aaron that I’ve only started my fisting journey two years ago and walked him through my recent experiences so he’d know I was ready willing and able to take whatever he wanted to give me. 

I finished the contents of the beer and my inhibitions disappeared. I stripped down to my jock Aaron admired my body and asked me about my tattoos. I was done talking. I knelt in front of Aaron as he sat in the chair and I pushed the pouch off his cock, off to the right side and protruding straight out of his thick wiry bush was this nice and meaty hard cut cock. Its head was an angry red almost purple. It was throbbing. I was so turned on by how hard Aaron had become just by seeing Mt naked body.  I opened my mouth wide and toon him down to the root, burying my nose into his pubic hair and my chin rested on those huge hairy balls. I held my head down for several moments and toon some very deep breaths. I loved his musky smell. The absolute and unmistakeable scent of man filling my body. My inherent need to submit was taking over. I was now under Aaron’s spell.

Aaron sensed my inner desire to accept his dominance. He grabbed a hold of the back of my head with his palm and my throat was pulverized. He held my head down tightly, stood up and I grabbed onto his meaty ass and he continued to thrash me mouth. He pulled his cock from my face and strands of my throat slime stretched from my mouth. He pulled me up from my knees and said, “let me get into that cunt!”

I thought he was going to fuck me but I was wrong. What did happen was he reached into my bag and while I was up on all 4’s he placed my poppers and mask in front of me. He spoke as he coated his hand with his fist and said the lube he was using was laced with CBD oil.  I cracked open the IronFist and inhaled. I felt my hole quiver as he pushed two fingers inside me. 

“Oh man, your cunt feels so good around my fingers. By this time my “cunt” as he called it, was ravenous I pushed my hips back so his two fingers would poke me deeper. Then he slapped my ass and said, “This cunt is hungry. Look at how you’re crawling up my fingers!”

He added two more fingers now. I was audibly moaning now. I opened up the BlueBoy and poured some out into the cotton balls I’d placed into the mask and placed it over my face and let the magical aroma take hold. Muffled by the mask at this point, and the initial intake of the fumes permeating my being, I felt myself letting go, a stifled loud moan emitting out of my mouth as I felt Aaron’s large hand expand  my sphincter, pushing past the sensitive tissue, the thumb under his four fingers so slick and greasy I pushed my eager hole out and pressed back allowing for that initial “pop” of my inner ring to accept this hand. 

I lifted the mask off of my face and my mouth formed into an “O” shape as I howled in utter glee, “Ooooohhhhh WOW. Oooohhh Wow!” I felt my cunt lips open and convulse slightly around his clamped fingers. “Ohhh fuck YES!” I exclaimed. “Yes, I want it! Fist that cunt!”

Once again masked, Aaron began to pull his hand back leaving the widest part of his hand in my opening asslips and twisted his hand clockwise and counter-clockwise, at the some time short little pushes in and out to fully prepare my cunt for what was yet to come. Aaron was a master, using plenty of lube to keep things slick and for his fingers to move easily in their tight space. 

I removed the mask and turned my head back so Aaron could see my face and just how good he was making me feel. I logged my right hand up from the mattress and formed a fist and air punched towards him. “Fuck yeah, give me your fist now. I want to ride that fucking fist!”

Aaron coated his right hand fully with Elbow Grease up to the middle of his forearm and I inhaled on the IronFist. Aaron brought his fist to my entrance and I moved myself back and placed my hole against the hardness of his tight fist. I felt once again how my swelling pussy began to swallow it. I took a second hit of poppers and Aaron punched his fist in as I pushed back and once again I felt so full inside and so alive as every nerve ending in my body was awakened and the true ecstasy of the fisting experience was beginning to shape. 

Aaron was happy to hold his fist steady inside me as I drove. I was pushing my hole completely over his fist down behind his wrist and lifting back off completely, thrashing back and forth over and over and with each pass the ride became smoother and smoother. Aaron was continuously applying the grease I needed without interruption.  

I was working hard to open my cunt and began to sweat from the effort. I was also feeling a bit strained from holding myself upright. Aaron pushed my back down to the mattress with his free hand and gripped the center ring of my harness and began a slow jab of his fist. Feeling it glide effortlessly inside me made my eyes spin. I placed the mask over my face once again, closed my eyes, and let myself go once more. Aaron was masterful in pulling his fist back to the entrance of my cunt, holding it there and then a slow gut punch. 

Eventually, my pussy went from a somewhat tight balloon knot to an open fist tunnel. Aaron’s forearm was gliding easily, his forearm completely pulling out of me and close fist pushing right back inside. The speed and strength increasing ever so much with each pass. It was stupendous! I even reached back to pull my ass cheeks apart so Aaron could hit his target with a better view. I loved feeling how my ass bounced throughout this initial episode. We both grunted lost in these moments.

I was babbling like a complete idiot when I pulled the mask off and Aaron pulled his forearm out. I reached back to feel the tenderness of my gape. There was no doubt Aaron had opened me up! I resisted the temptation to put my own fist inside my hole. Aaron gave  my ass a nice and firm swat and then commanded, “flip that ass over. I wanna see your face, pig!”

I love it when a man calls me a pig. It should be an insult but for me it’s the ultimate compliment. It signifies so much. It puts a label on my submissive nature and at the same time shows appreciation for what I am. Being called a pig makes me feel dirty, makes me feel like my top knows I’m not an ordinary vanilla bottom.  Hearing his tone as the word left his mouth…it was exactly what I needed to hear. 

Now on my back, I shuffled up towards the headboard. Aaron placed a pillow under my upturned ass (don’t worry it was  covered in an appropriate pillowcase). I watched as Aaron brought the tub of Elbow Grease closer to us. Our eyes locked as he generously coated both hands with it. He nodded his head toward the mask so I placed once again over my face and held each ankle in a hand and spread open as wide as possible. 

Aaron let me take a few breaths to get the full effects of the BlueBoy invade me and then he began his own anal invasion. On his knees now, towering over my upturned ass, he dipped a fist right inside me and pulled out. Alternating left fist and right fist over and over, sometimes several punches with one fist before making the switch.  This was true exhilaration now, each fist gut punching me in rapid fire. I had to pull the mask off because it was on for an excessive period and my headspace began to float away as Aaron suddenly wrapped his left hand around his right fist, using that hand to press against my open cunt, prying his hand a little deeper. Prepping me for an eventual double. I tried not to think about that, I luxuriated in the feelings that were happening at that moment.

When I’m being fisted, I fall into a meditative trance. My body releases all of its tension. I block out the world all of my personal and work drama fades completely out of my mind. It’s the most focused I can be. It’s about authentically being in the moment and allowing myself to focus solely on the elation of this experience. I haven’t been able to replicate this in any other aspect of my life, nor do I want to. 

I wanted this high to continue. I wanted much more. Aaron coated his hands again and after a series of more punches his left hand creeped in a little further now. I could feel the tension in my love hole, silently stretching, wanting to accept this second hand working so hard to enter it. 
I’d laid off the mask for a bit and let my head rest. It was a good 30-40 minutes before I knew it was time to “phone a friend”.  My hole felt so sloppily wet and greasy, I knew it wasn’t a lube issue keeping my hole from opening, it was just a little tight and not used to XL hands trying to cram into a relatively small space. 

Believe it or not, with the help of the mask my body was feeling lighter and a bit limp. All the sudden my hole opened up just enough and Aaron’s left hand was completely inserted. Aaron began to twist the combination of fist and hand inside me, pushing against my insides in an attempt to make the opening even wider. Soon, Aaron’s hands formed a giant sized fist.  I’d had moments with the mask on and off as we reached this point together. 

I looked up and into his eyes and I nodded my approval. I took some long and hard sniffs of IronFist and screamed in utter bliss as Aaron’s sweaty body positioned itself so that he could fully move his bowling ball sized combination of hands from the insides of my cunt opening to my insides, gliding up further and further.  

And now, fully opened to maximum capacity, he flipped me back onto all 4’s, my ass over the edge of the bed, he stood behind me and amazingly, two closed fists were easily sailing up my butt at the very same time! It took a couple of hours to get there but it was fucking happening! I was begging double punched by two enormous hands. I was truly testing my fister limits, and after just a few minutes I reached back and grabbed one of Aaron’s wrists as a signal to stop. I didn’t think I could take the double fisting at this rate much longer. 

It was a trade off. Aaron pulled his left arm out of me swiftly and then he pushed his right arm all the way up to his elbow. The fattest part of his substantial forearm resting in me. Definitely more than a foot of his arm was embedded deep inside me, long passing through my second sphincter.  Masked again, he begs to twist his body and his arm slowly back and forth letting me adjust to this new depth. 

I feel like my body left the room by now and I was watching someone else taking an arm up the ass! I was jolted back to reality when Aaron straightened out his arm completely, planted his feet on the carpet and I felt the bones of his elbow pushing further into me and I swear it felt like his closed fist was getting closer to my throat! As I said before, Aaron is a bear, his limbs are not thin, this was a challenge, but I wanted it!

Aaron let his arm rest in me and asked, “Are you ok? Do you want me to stop or keep going? I don’t want to hurt you?” 
I removed the mask and said through the fog in my brain, “I’m good, go slow though. I’m good, keep going!”

”Take another hit”, he advised. 

After I sealed the bottle closed, Aaron pushed up another inch. This was a very, very slow process. When we approached the bottom of Aaron’s bicep, he said, “damn, I can feel your heart beat man. This is fucking amazing! You still want me to keep going?” I was feeling my hole stretch again. I don’t think his bicep was a wide as he two fists so I agreed to press on. I’d only taken a full arm once but it was a smaller man with a shorter arm. Mask on, Aaron pushed a little harder so his bicep could push me open wider. His free hand copiously applying more and more lube. And it finally happened, Aaron’s entire arm was swallowed by my fuck chute up to his pit.  He twisted and turned so I could enjoy it. My entire body tingled with each move of his arm.  

I wasn’t agreeing to a double arm fisting but it was time to end this portion of our play. I was completely out of breath and needed a short break as did my host. 

Now into our fourth hour together, it was time for a grand finale. I wanted to experience an assgasm and the only way to get me there is to wreck my cunt with full on punches. Aaron growled at me as I presented my rosebud to him while on my back. “Punch my cunt! Wreck my fucking hole!” 

There was so much loose grease on the sheet he scoped some into his hands and line he was taking the first punch in a street fight, my brain exploded by his forceful entry. I’d removed the jockstrap by this point and cum was pouring out of my piss slit with every punch. I swiped some into my fingers and moaned when I ate it. Aaron had a mad look in his eyes as he punched into my hole like a punching bag. His sweat spraying all over me. My eyes grew wider and wider and my orgasm face was quickly forming. I screamed out so primal as my load spewed from my tightens balls and landed freaking everywhere. 

Aaron grabbed my harness again and pulled my body up to kiss me and then he shoved his hard dick right inside my wet cave. His fist followed and it was but a minute before he blew his pent up load into the sloppy mess of my pulverized pussy, thus time the primal scream emitting from his lungs. 

The full weight of his body collapsed on top of mine. I caressed his back feeling his cock fall out of me. I was terribly fucked out from all those poppers and couldn’t move from this position even if I tried.

We must have laid in this position for almost 30 minutes. Aaron pried his body off of mine and brought me some cold water. He stroked away to the bathroom and I heard him turning on the bath water.

He lifted me up, cradling me in his arms and I saw an extra large spa tub filling with bubbles. He climbed inside with me as my back rested on his chest and he held me as we sat silently in bliss. Aaron soaped my body and reached under me to clean off my ass. The warmth of the water and his body felt wonderful. 

Aaron bright me a towel and asked me to stay over if I wanted to. I had to work in the morning, and didn’t have my work clothes with me so I elected to go home.  We agreed our session far surpasses our wildest expectations and will like play again sometime. He asked me to text him when I am home safely which was very endearing and considerate. 

After texting him I stripped naked a slipped under my comforter and fell asleep soundly.