The Joy of The Fist (revised)
The Joy of the Fist
I'm bi-sexual, or, using the new “in” word, pansexual, and very, very hedonistic. I love to eat pussy and suck cock as well. I also love to fuck and get fucked by both men and women, although I like to fuck women more. I'm on the submissive side with men, and the DOM side with women. But nothing is "etched in stone." These are just tendencies and preferences. I think I can get into most anything if there is a connection, or "chemistry" with the person(s) I’m with. Some time ago my girlfriend at the time convinced a friend of ours who was Gay and quite open about being into fisting, to do me. Then, all she had to do was convince me. But she thought correctly, that wouldn’t be so hard to do. I LOVED being fucked, and I was open to just about anything sexual and willing to try most of them (with a few exceptions; s**t, c***dren, piss, severe pain just for the sake of torture), at least once. So, I agreed to give it a try. We arranged for a small gathering of the three of us, plus two very close friends for a few nights hence. After a few glasses of wine, and a few joints were passed around, we decided that I should excuse myself, get undressed and cleaned out with a nice warm, cleansing enema (one of the perks of anal play). Afterwards, the group headed into our bedroom. I was told (nicely) to get on my hands and knees, on the bed, and wait for the “party” to commence. Now I had had a great deal of experience getting fucked anally and loved it. Yet, here I was, a bit apprehensive of the unknown, and also kind of like a cat on a hot tin roof. A large part of the thrill here, was the tension of anticipation, and actually having a bit of an audience of a few friends who would be seeing me in quite a vulnerable, and extremely intimate position; and my girlfriend as well. But who was I k**ding? I’d had sex and “scenes” in all types of places, both private and public, and loved it. Actually, between you and me, I was, and still am, a bit of an exhibitionist. And, truth be told, I think that them being there watching was the perhaps the biggest turn on of all…maybe. And, as well, I thought, who knows what could, or would develop. My friends were both bi, and just as big sluts as we were. So, here I was, on all fours, on the bed, waiting, in an obviously, VERY, VERY submissive posture…and loving it. And, as I think I've already mentioned, I'm love being sub when I’m with men. In fact, since then, I’ve even surprised myself at just how sub I can be with men. I’ve even come to enjoy mild (so far) corporal punishment with a man.
My friend, who aside from being gorgeous (and very well hung), and in this instance my TOP, had a great sense of drama. After I was cleaned out, and on the bed waiting on my hands and knees he prepped himself and the scene for the "deed." He made sure to take his time and keep me waiting as long as possible. In fact, while waiting for him in that subservient position I finally said to him (joking), “what a bitch you are.” But he couldn’t have cared less. He just took his sweet time, letting me stew, and did what he had to do in prep. He laid out towels, and brought out a few dildos and then the Crisco. Then, when he was about to begin, he suddenly looked at his hands, and realized that his fingernails were too long to proceed (like he didn’t know this before). This was just as the HIV crisis was in its infancy, and no one really knew about it yet. No one fisted in those days with gloves. He then went into the bathroom, got out a nail clipper and nail file, and proceeded to trim and file his nails. All the while having me retain my position which I was happy to do. I too have a sense of drama and wasn’t going to let him get to me. I might note we actually were best buds and played with each other’s heads like this often. And, in any event, by this time, I was Totally Turned On. Finally, he finished with his nails and came back to my bottom. I asked him sarcastically if he was sure he didn’t have anything else he needed to do before starting…perhaps he wanted to call his “shrink” first, or his mommy. He laughed and started to rub my bum, massaging it a bit, alternating with something like caresses. He touched me lightly all over, grazing over my scrotum, my anus, and even brushing over my cock which was in a semi hard state at this point. Finally, after taking some time doing all this, he dipped his hand in the Crisco, and started by inserting his index finger in my anus. Slowly he moved his finger in and out of me, while turning it, and stretching my sphincter a bit, Finally, after he was satisfied that his one finger was going in and out of me easily, he went for two. He continued this same way and did this progressively with each of his fingers until finally he had all five in my anus, up until the second set of knuckles on his hand. All the while I was on my hands and knees letting him penetrate me at will, nervous with anticipation. Needless to say, I was on edge, yet enjoying what he was doing so far. When my girlfriend first mentioned the idea to me, I sort of played nonchaIant, acting casual while inside, I was very excited by the thought of it. At this point, I wanted it to happen already. He then changed his tactic. He started to put the slightest bit of pressure on his hand, pushing ever so slowly and carefully, all the while twisting slowly clockwise, then back counter clockwise. He kept this up until he was right at the point of getting past the widest part of his hand, that second set of knuckles and getting his entire hand inside of me. I can't begin to describe the tension...in me, my friends and my girlfriend. At that point, he asked my girlfriend to give me a hit of "poppers" (amyl nitrate, still the real thing in those days). I took it, as I liked it occasionally when getting fucked, and waited a few seconds until the "rush" hit me. He was very sensitive to my feelings, and as soon as he detected it coming, he pushed just a little harder and, the next thing I knew, He was completely inside of me. It's extremely difficult to sit here and write this account of what happened that evening and describe accurately both the physical and emotional feelings that I experienced. It was like nothing I've ever had before. To say it was ecstasy is a gross understatement. It goes way beyond that. Needless to say I was hooked. I never wanted him to come out of me. Of course though, after about 20-25 minutes, I reached my limit. There's only so much pleasure a person can take.
Some years after that, when someone tried to pin me down to get me to describe the feeling, the only thing I could think of that comes close is: if you’ve ever gotten fucked, hard and fast by a huge cock where it’s a bit painful on the downstroke, while at the same time ecstatically pleasurable, multiply that by about a factor of 10. Now imagine that feeling multiplied by at least 10. Or, ecstasy with a little bit of pain added to the mix…or, taking pain to the edge where it becomes ecstatic. But I’m sure that I’m really not getting it exactly right. It depends on the TOP and what he/she is doing while inside. If they’re gentle, it’s as I’ve described. But, if they’re vigorous I’d have to say it’s indescribable, and you can only know what it is if you do it. And, if the TOP goes deep and into the colon….I’m a a complete loss for words.
Getting fisted started a whole new chapter in my sexual being. I went on to enjoy this for years to come. I spent may nights at various clubs in NY, like The Hellfire Club, The Mine Shaft, etc. in the slings getting my ass worked on. Also in private venues as well. I also had a few girlfriends that, in addition to fucking me (and me fucking them normally) with a strap on dildo...a very large one, I might add, LoL, they got very into fisting me. I can remember many times when either my girlfriend, who actually became my wife, and her girlfriend were with me. One of them was fisting me, while I was eating the other one. Then after a while they would switch. I had one GF in particular (a different one…just a fuck buddy) that was unbelievable at it. I never saw anyone get as sexually excited in my life as she did when she was fisting me. When she was inside me, I would put my hand back and start to play with her clit. I have a great deal of sexual experience with both sexes, but I never, ever saw a woman as wet as when she was doing me. All I have to do now, if I want to smile is think of her doing me on my hands and knees with her hand up my butt.
For all intents and purposes, I stopped fisting a long time ago. But, I miss it a great deal.
I'm bi-sexual, or, using the new “in” word, pansexual, and very, very hedonistic. I love to eat pussy and suck cock as well. I also love to fuck and get fucked by both men and women, although I like to fuck women more. I'm on the submissive side with men, and the DOM side with women. But nothing is "etched in stone." These are just tendencies and preferences. I think I can get into most anything if there is a connection, or "chemistry" with the person(s) I’m with. Some time ago my girlfriend at the time convinced a friend of ours who was Gay and quite open about being into fisting, to do me. Then, all she had to do was convince me. But she thought correctly, that wouldn’t be so hard to do. I LOVED being fucked, and I was open to just about anything sexual and willing to try most of them (with a few exceptions; s**t, c***dren, piss, severe pain just for the sake of torture), at least once. So, I agreed to give it a try. We arranged for a small gathering of the three of us, plus two very close friends for a few nights hence. After a few glasses of wine, and a few joints were passed around, we decided that I should excuse myself, get undressed and cleaned out with a nice warm, cleansing enema (one of the perks of anal play). Afterwards, the group headed into our bedroom. I was told (nicely) to get on my hands and knees, on the bed, and wait for the “party” to commence. Now I had had a great deal of experience getting fucked anally and loved it. Yet, here I was, a bit apprehensive of the unknown, and also kind of like a cat on a hot tin roof. A large part of the thrill here, was the tension of anticipation, and actually having a bit of an audience of a few friends who would be seeing me in quite a vulnerable, and extremely intimate position; and my girlfriend as well. But who was I k**ding? I’d had sex and “scenes” in all types of places, both private and public, and loved it. Actually, between you and me, I was, and still am, a bit of an exhibitionist. And, truth be told, I think that them being there watching was the perhaps the biggest turn on of all…maybe. And, as well, I thought, who knows what could, or would develop. My friends were both bi, and just as big sluts as we were. So, here I was, on all fours, on the bed, waiting, in an obviously, VERY, VERY submissive posture…and loving it. And, as I think I've already mentioned, I'm love being sub when I’m with men. In fact, since then, I’ve even surprised myself at just how sub I can be with men. I’ve even come to enjoy mild (so far) corporal punishment with a man.
My friend, who aside from being gorgeous (and very well hung), and in this instance my TOP, had a great sense of drama. After I was cleaned out, and on the bed waiting on my hands and knees he prepped himself and the scene for the "deed." He made sure to take his time and keep me waiting as long as possible. In fact, while waiting for him in that subservient position I finally said to him (joking), “what a bitch you are.” But he couldn’t have cared less. He just took his sweet time, letting me stew, and did what he had to do in prep. He laid out towels, and brought out a few dildos and then the Crisco. Then, when he was about to begin, he suddenly looked at his hands, and realized that his fingernails were too long to proceed (like he didn’t know this before). This was just as the HIV crisis was in its infancy, and no one really knew about it yet. No one fisted in those days with gloves. He then went into the bathroom, got out a nail clipper and nail file, and proceeded to trim and file his nails. All the while having me retain my position which I was happy to do. I too have a sense of drama and wasn’t going to let him get to me. I might note we actually were best buds and played with each other’s heads like this often. And, in any event, by this time, I was Totally Turned On. Finally, he finished with his nails and came back to my bottom. I asked him sarcastically if he was sure he didn’t have anything else he needed to do before starting…perhaps he wanted to call his “shrink” first, or his mommy. He laughed and started to rub my bum, massaging it a bit, alternating with something like caresses. He touched me lightly all over, grazing over my scrotum, my anus, and even brushing over my cock which was in a semi hard state at this point. Finally, after taking some time doing all this, he dipped his hand in the Crisco, and started by inserting his index finger in my anus. Slowly he moved his finger in and out of me, while turning it, and stretching my sphincter a bit, Finally, after he was satisfied that his one finger was going in and out of me easily, he went for two. He continued this same way and did this progressively with each of his fingers until finally he had all five in my anus, up until the second set of knuckles on his hand. All the while I was on my hands and knees letting him penetrate me at will, nervous with anticipation. Needless to say, I was on edge, yet enjoying what he was doing so far. When my girlfriend first mentioned the idea to me, I sort of played nonchaIant, acting casual while inside, I was very excited by the thought of it. At this point, I wanted it to happen already. He then changed his tactic. He started to put the slightest bit of pressure on his hand, pushing ever so slowly and carefully, all the while twisting slowly clockwise, then back counter clockwise. He kept this up until he was right at the point of getting past the widest part of his hand, that second set of knuckles and getting his entire hand inside of me. I can't begin to describe the tension...in me, my friends and my girlfriend. At that point, he asked my girlfriend to give me a hit of "poppers" (amyl nitrate, still the real thing in those days). I took it, as I liked it occasionally when getting fucked, and waited a few seconds until the "rush" hit me. He was very sensitive to my feelings, and as soon as he detected it coming, he pushed just a little harder and, the next thing I knew, He was completely inside of me. It's extremely difficult to sit here and write this account of what happened that evening and describe accurately both the physical and emotional feelings that I experienced. It was like nothing I've ever had before. To say it was ecstasy is a gross understatement. It goes way beyond that. Needless to say I was hooked. I never wanted him to come out of me. Of course though, after about 20-25 minutes, I reached my limit. There's only so much pleasure a person can take.
Some years after that, when someone tried to pin me down to get me to describe the feeling, the only thing I could think of that comes close is: if you’ve ever gotten fucked, hard and fast by a huge cock where it’s a bit painful on the downstroke, while at the same time ecstatically pleasurable, multiply that by about a factor of 10. Now imagine that feeling multiplied by at least 10. Or, ecstasy with a little bit of pain added to the mix…or, taking pain to the edge where it becomes ecstatic. But I’m sure that I’m really not getting it exactly right. It depends on the TOP and what he/she is doing while inside. If they’re gentle, it’s as I’ve described. But, if they’re vigorous I’d have to say it’s indescribable, and you can only know what it is if you do it. And, if the TOP goes deep and into the colon….I’m a a complete loss for words.
Getting fisted started a whole new chapter in my sexual being. I went on to enjoy this for years to come. I spent may nights at various clubs in NY, like The Hellfire Club, The Mine Shaft, etc. in the slings getting my ass worked on. Also in private venues as well. I also had a few girlfriends that, in addition to fucking me (and me fucking them normally) with a strap on dildo...a very large one, I might add, LoL, they got very into fisting me. I can remember many times when either my girlfriend, who actually became my wife, and her girlfriend were with me. One of them was fisting me, while I was eating the other one. Then after a while they would switch. I had one GF in particular (a different one…just a fuck buddy) that was unbelievable at it. I never saw anyone get as sexually excited in my life as she did when she was fisting me. When she was inside me, I would put my hand back and start to play with her clit. I have a great deal of sexual experience with both sexes, but I never, ever saw a woman as wet as when she was doing me. All I have to do now, if I want to smile is think of her doing me on my hands and knees with her hand up my butt.
For all intents and purposes, I stopped fisting a long time ago. But, I miss it a great deal.
3 years ago
Shit, man, I'm so addicted I got a silicon fist I hop my ass over every Monday-Friday making my rounds in my pick-up truck... and if there's a set of furry knuckles around lunch hour at a highway construction site, I'm bent over and lighting the stud's smoke while he ditch-digs in my rectum! Great fucking post!