Fisting

January 10, 2008 – 10:00 am

I am going to tell you about myself, my love for cock
and how I go about getting it. I am not a size queen
and I am not gay. If you were to give me the option of
sucking cock or eating pussy, I could not chose between
the two of them, if that makes me Bisexual, then that
is what I am.

My first sexual experience was with a woman, I was in
my mid-teens and so was she; in retrospect, she was the
initiator, taking me into her room and kissing me.
Things took the natural route for two hormone-charged
teens and before we knew it, the sun was coming up
indicating that it was morning and time for the walk of
shame.

My first gay sex was with a fellow that I worked with.
He and I had done some serious chatting about
sexuality. This was the summer following the first time
and I was having no luck getting laid and was very
horny. Bryson was a nice person, openly gay but not
effeminate. He was willing to tell a quizzical youth
all the tricks of having sex with men and this youth
was open to all talks of sex! It was not too long
after, that during one of our talks; we got a little
drunk and being closer to his house went there for a
nightcap.

After another drink and some more chatting he made up
the couch for me to sleep (not wanting to debauch a
virgin boy, so he said) but being slightly drunk and
very randy, I continued to chat from the living room
with him, despite his warnings to the contrary. He said
that he would have to tie me down and beat me. Well,
something inside of me said, “Go ahead” and, well, he
did.

Before I knew what was happening I was bound and being
spanked, and loving it, because he kept reminding me of
my erection. It was also obvious that this binding of
me was something that he wanted as well. I could tell
this from his erection. His penis was a much bigger
version of mine and it was a very nice sight, dangling
in front of my face-I’m sure he wanted to see what I
would do with it-well I didn’t let him down as I opened
my mouth and let it slide into my throat.

With that one move I opened myself to a whole other
realization, the feel of a cock sliding in and out of
my mouth has become something that almost daily I
crave. It was also something that he was looking for as
he stopped spanking me and took control of my mouth and
head; he started to tell me how to lick and suck a
cock, slowly around the head and under the rim,
splitting the pee slit and getting all of the sweet
precum that was my reward. He told me how to deep-
throat and to lick his balls. He showed me a few
techniques, and then had me perform them on him. He was
a wonderful teacher, as well as a lover.

By the time the sun was coming up, I was in love with
his cock. We fell asleep and when I woke, the first
thing that I did was to take his cock into my mouth and
wake him with all that I had learned during the night.
He responded and gave me a mouthful of cum that I
swallowed with relish, he bent down and gave me a kiss
and thanked me for the wonderful way that I woke him
up. We spent the next week together, with him showing
me all the different aspects of male love. By the end
of the week, I was his slave, willing to do anything he
asked me to, as long as I got his cock. He asked me if
I would like to meet some of his friends that were
coming that weekend, to which I answered most
absolutely.

The Friday approached, and the bunch of us went out for
dinner, just so that we could have a good time without
any actual sex getting in the way. The discussions were
many and varied from the upcoming elections, to the
strange weather, to the prevailing attitudes about sex,
drugs and rock and roll.

So we shuffled off in the direction of one of the clubs
that littered the area. On the way I gave Bryson a
couple of those I want you looks and a deep loving kiss
to which he gave me a glance that promised a whole lot
when we got back to his place; little did I know we
would never get there.

We got to the club and immediately went to the dance
floor, shedding our coats on the way. The floor was
packed with writhing bodies and we joined in the
festivities with abandon, not knowing whom we danced
with and caring even less. As it turned out this was a
gay club. The atmosphere was heady and hedonistic as
the beat of the music took over and the floor pulsed
with a tribal rhythm. It was a little while after we
had been there that the wine started to take effect on
us.

The music and the wine had an almost magical effect on
each of us and we started to dance as shaman; soon we
had a large crowd surrounding us as we ground against
each other’s bodies. With the opening of a space into
which we could dance, the group of us were putting on a
show, and soon we had a few others join in-regulars or
so they said-and we were being guided into the dark,
back corner of the dance floor. In that corner of the
club, it was private and we continued our little show,
only now it was in earnest as the delicious feeling the
wine gave washed any sort of morals or embarrassment
away.

I was unbuttoning Bryson’ shirt and pulling him to me
with the sleeves, as he got close enough to touch, I
snaked my tongue over his chest and down his belly. I
could feel someone’s hands on my hips moving with the
music and reaching around to my belt, slowly undoing it
and snaking it out of the loops. As this was going on
behind me, I was getting more daring with my man in
front of me.

Bryson was having his pants undone from unknown hands,
but I was still holding on to the front of him. It was
as if I had staked a claim to him, “no one touches him
until I am finished” seemed to be the unwritten but
understood rule for the moment anyway. As his pants
dropped to his ankles, his erect penis flopped out for
all to see, I could hear moans of approval and was
quite happy, as he was mine, or so I thought. I had no
idea that I was to be taking that cock and so much
more.

As his pants fell to the floor and he stepped out of
them, I dropped to my knees and started to tongue the
end of his penis, tickling the underside of it and
licking the sweet goo that was coming out the pee-slit.
I was giving him all the tricks he taught me, licking
the balls, running my tongue around just the head,
sucking just the head into my mouth and popping it out
over tight lips, I gave him one of the best blow jobs
ever, I could hear cheers of encouragement from the
small crowd that was gathered around us.

Bryson was really getting into the attention to his
cock, when he came in my mouth. I let some of the cum
run out of my mouth and down my chin but swallowed the
most of it. I looked very slutty with a man’s sperm
running down my chin in a very public place!

Before I had a chance to do anything else there was
another cock in my view, this one attached to a body
that was very hairy and had quite the manly scent. I
had never encountered this before and it rather took me
aback, but only for a moment, as I was feeling very
randy and willing to do anything. Before that chance
arose, the group of us that had been shuffled to the
back corner were now moved again, this time to a
private room that seemed to be used for small parties
the like of which we had just started.

Hanging from the ceiling was something that I had no
idea what its purpose was; a leather strap and chain
apparatus that was shaped like the letter “A”. Along
with Bryson, myself and the large hairy cock, there was
about another dozen and half men; none of whom I knew,
but all had started to move around the apparatus to get
a better view of whatever they thought was about to
unfold.

By this time, I was totally out of my mind with desire,
quite probably from the wine but I did not care. I was
completely naked by this time and not the least bit
aware of my state. The group of men had started to look
to me as the centre of attraction, something that I
took as a compliment.

One of them, a very studly looking man had taken my
hand and led me towards the hanging leather sling. He
was telling me that this was a good thing and from the
feelings coursing through my body, it was going to be.
I told him that I was feeling no pain and he said that
he knew and everything was going to be OK, just let him
and Bryson take care of me. I said ok and gave myself
over to the feelings.

They took me by my legs and shoulders and laid me into
the sling, my ass higher than my head and my legs up in
the air wrapped around the chains. The stud took out
some bracelets, wrapped them around my ankles and
hooked them to the chains so that I was unable to move
my legs. Bryson did the same to my wrists, immobilising
my arms. While he was locking my arms, his cock dangled
in front of me and I tried to get it in my mouth.

That drew some applause from the gathered, now naked
crowd. I took this as a challenge and continued to go
for the hardening cock in front of me. Bryson bent down,
kissed me and said that I was to relax and be a good
boy. He continued to tell me that I would get all the
cock that I wanted and then some, all I had to do was
ask for it.

I yelled out at the top of my voice, “Give me your cock
now, fuck me!” To which he slid his still hardening
cock in my mouth. The stud was running his hands over
my exposed ass and legs, every once and a while teasing
my balls with a finger or sliding one in my tight
asshole. The sensations when he did that made me tense
up and raise my ass off the sling. That also made the
cock in my mouth go deeper into my throat, I could feel
his balls on the bridge of my nose, I had never had
that much in my mouth but it felt like there was still
room for more.

The stud was continuing his exploration of my ass and
balls, only this time with his tongue. The sensations
were totally out of this world and I was soon
forgetting about the cock in my mouth. He had pushed
his tongue into my ass and was fucking me with the tip,
he had also slid a finger into my ass and with that was
stroking opposite of his tongue.

The feelings running through my ass were completely new
to me; Bryson had never done that to me. The stud was
working another finger into my tight ass; he now had
three working their way up to the third joint. This was
something that was incredible, two men giving me their
complete attention in front of another 15 or so. Bryson
was giving me all of his cock and I took it until, he
once again exploded in my mouth. I gulped and tried to
swallow it all but there was just too much, and it ran
down my cheek.

With his cock out of my mouth, I was able to pay more
attention to the feelings emanating from my groin. He
had worked another finger into the now slightly looser
asshole and had pulled out from somewhere a bottle of
what smelled like chemicals. He pulled his fingers out
of my ass and leaned up, stuck the bottle under my nose
and told me to breathe in deeply. The instant that I
had, the top of my head felt as if it blew off. At the
very same moment, his cock went into my ass and I was
in heaven!

I had thought that Bryson had a big cock but this guy’s
was so much bigger, and he filled me right to the
bottom of my being. I could not feel his balls and was
wondering if he was all the way in when he started to
pull out. Slowly he removed his cock until only the tip
was still in and then he started to push back.

I met his push with a shove of my own and soon I could
feel his balls tickling my asscheeks and I was
completely full. When he knew that I was stuffed he let
it rest in my ass for a moment so that I could get used
to the stretch, while he waited someone else took
Bryson’ place at my mouth. This was a new experience for
me, cocks when I wanted them.

I opened my mouth and snaked my tongue around his
balls, sucking one in. They were heavy, plum-like and
very hairy, again something that I had not run into
before. I let the ball pop out and continued licking
back to his ass, the taste was something else, a
combination of sweat, piss and that man scent that
comes from getting worked up. I revelled in the aroma
of this man and let him slid into my mouth. He had a
thick short cock that stretched my lips out around him
making me look like one of those plastic fuck dolls,
and boy did he fuck me!

There I was, slung between two cocks buried deep inside
me and loving it. We started to get a rhythm going so
that when one was in the other was out and it felt like
I was sliding along a pole-I am sure that is what it
looked like as well. It was not very long until the
cock in my mouth started to swell and spurt jism in my
throat, he was deep enough that I did not spill any
this time. The crowd of naked men around us had now
lined up next to my head waiting their turn to fill my
mouth. I was to suck cock for hours or so it seemed. At
the same time that my mouth was being used as a filling
station, my ass was getting some new attention.

The great looking stud that had buried himself deep
inside had come at the same time as the hairy guy,
filling me up. He had stepped aside and some new fellow
with a thinner cock had plunged in and was taking his
pleasure with my ass. He was going for the long haul,
taking deep strokes that I felt every inch of as they
filled me. After a couple of minutes of this long, deep
fucking, he came inside my ass.

The next person knocking at my ass took a different
approach, he started the same way as the first person,
fingering me and easily getting four in up to the
knuckles. At the same time as he was putting the fourth
digit in me someone had put that bottle of hair raising
stuff under my nose and said to breathe again,
muttering something about popping or something like
that. I was not listening all that well at that very
particular instance because as I took a breath there
was a tearing feeling in my ass as his whole hand
passed through my sphincter. If I could have screamed I
would have, the pain was something that was out of this
world. I could feel his hand flexing inside of me
stretching me a little at a time. It was after a few
moments of this slow stretching he was able to close
his hand into a fist and at that moment, all I could
see in front of my eyes were stars going off like small
fireworks.

The crowd of men had, by this time, used my mouth and
filled me or covered my chest with their sperm. I was a
sticky, slippery mess and I loved it! I am not sure how
many cocks I had sucked or how many times I felt
someone’s sperm hit my belly, but I am sure everyone
but one had used me. The only one that had not cum yet
was the fellow that was in my ass; he had greased up
his hand and arm and had taken up ownership of my ass.

He was sliding his arm into me with a rhythm that was
taking me to new heights of pleasure. I could feel the
ball of his fist as it slid in and out of my now
slacked asshole. The little bottle had made appearance
after appearance, and soon I was floating on a cloud of
pure sexual euphoria that few experience, I am sure.

By now unreal feelings centering on my ass were taking
me to levels of pleasure that I had never felt and one
that I had no desire to leave. I had stopped letting my
mouth get filled and focused all of my attention on the
sensations in and around my ass.

The crowd had thinned out and there was only Bryson, the
great looking stud, the fellow with his arm up my ass
and one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen, attached
to a very hairy body. There had seemed to be some sort
of unspoken word as to the order of things now that
there was only the four of them left.

I was still hanging in the sling, my ass well greased
and I was able to slide my body weight and make the
whole thing swing. I told the big cock to stand by my
mouth and let him fill me up once I got swinging again.
I had gotten to like the situation that I was in and
revelled in the feelings of cock and fist running in
and out of my body.

Bryson was helping me suck on the monster cock and balls
as well as kissing me, something that turned the
monster into a swelling, jerking mansicle. The stud and
the arm were working my ass over very nicely; they
would take turns reaching the bottom of my ass with
either of their appendages. After a while, they had
gotten an idea and soon they were both inside of me, a
beautiful thick cock and an arm that were working with
each other to get me to come.

This doubling up at both ends was just too intense for
any extended length of time, and before long the
mansicle, which Bryson and I were sucking on exploded
giving us a nice thick cum washing over our faces. I
licked all of that cum off Bryson and kissed him deeply
passing some to him.

The two in my ass had switched their approach to me and
now both of them had their arms in my ass. I did not
even feel the stretch that was needed for that to
happen, let alone know that it happened. It took a bit
of doing, but they had gotten a rhythm going where one
was pushing and the other was pulling out of my ass;
when their hands met at my sphincter, I could feel a
tug on my insides.

After what seemed like forever, they stopped, pulled
both of their hands out, waited a second to re-grease,
then joined their hands together, and pushed. The
colours that popped in front of my eyes were intense,
my own little firework show! The feeling of the two
fists, actually the one huge fist, was out of this
world. They really got into the final fucking of my
loose ass and buried themselves up to the elbow
alternating for the little push further until they both
were up to the mid bicep and I was in fisting heaven.

Let me tell you, that when two large fists work a
virgin ass for two or three hours, the feelings you are
left with are beyond words. I felt them let go of each
other’s hand and slowly the stud pulled his arm out,
leaving with a popping sound. The lovely man with the
fist finally pulled his hand out of my ass and let me
float back down to earth.

It took a few minutes but then Bryson and the stud
removed me from the sling and wrapped me in a blanket.
Then we all got into the shower to remove the sweat and
cum from our bodies. After drying off and replacing our
clothes, I found out that the big hairy cock was the
owner of the club and the two that had my ass were
friends from dinner. We went out to the bar where the
owner poured us all a round of drinks and we chatted
for a while. By this time, the club had been empty for
a few hours and we were all alone, the owner
disappeared for a few moments and then returned with a
videocassette in his hand.

He said that all of the goings on in the sling room
were monitored on closed circuit television and taped
for insurance purposes. He also said that he had just
had one of the most intense sexual encounters in a long
time and wanted us to have a copy of the whole
experience.

Imagine my surprise when this all came out. I was now
on videotape in some strangers’ library for all to see
and there was nothing I could do about it. Now that is
another story!