This story – the seventh I've written – is the second part of Mark's story and recounts when Carlos invited him to attend a fisting party.
I know there has been a big gap between these stories but as with everything in life you need to be in the right mood or have the time or both. Being required to stay at home because of the corona virus has been my catalyst. I hope you enjoy the story and I'd appreciate your feedback.
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.
I had shot a big load listening to Mark as he recounted how he had been fisted for the first time by a hot Latin guy, Carlos. The whole story so turned me on that as I slowly fisted Ed that night, I recounted the story to him. When I reached the point where Carlos had ridden Mark's foot, I deliberately raked my knuckles over Ed's prostate and he blew a big load all over his chest. And no sooner had he calmed down, I pulled my hand out and pumped my rock-hard cock into his soft and sloppy hole, spraying his guts with my cum.
When I told Ed that Mark was going to recount his trip to the fisting party, he said he wanted to be in on the call. So, a few days later I messaged him and suggested we get the next instalment by Skype. Mark took the hint and when we connected up, he was as naked as we were and was stroking his nine-inch uncut cock.
Mark resumes his story:
Well boys after the amazing session I had with Carlos I flew home, but we swapped numbers before I left and we continued to text and chat with each other. As he predicted I developed the "itch" to stretch my hole. Getting fisted had been such a "full filling" experience that I went online and promptly bought some bigger dildos as well as a supply of Boy Butter. About a month later, Carlos sent me a message saying that a cruise club in the southern city was going to hold a fisting party and he asked me whether I wanted to go. As you can imagine, I was quickly online booking the flights and accommodation and making plans for a month ahead and for "widening my horizons."
My flight arrived about lunchtime and after checking into the hotel, I went out to a local sex store, Falcon Leather, Carlos recommended to buy a new supply of poppers and Boy Butter. When he suggested I get a big tub because I would almost certainly need it, I almost popped a load just thinking about the pleasure I was about the experience. I then went back to hotel to clean up, have a light dinner and rest before the party got underway later that night. Carlos was working at a local restaurant but suggested I head along first and he'd meet me there at 11pm soon after he finished work. When I asked whether he'd be missing the action, he laughed and said that's when it would be really heating up. He also suggested I meet up with the guy who organised the party, David, to get the lay of the land.
With some trepidation, I arrived at the club about 9pm. It was a warm summer evening and even at that hour shorts and a t-shirt (and a jockstrap) were more than sufficient and I carried a small backpack for my lube and poppers and a light jacket if it should turn cool later on. I checked in and after inquiring at the bar about the location of the party, I headed downstairs to the area known as the "dungeon." I had no idea what to expect. When I got down there, there was an open area where three slings had been set up and large padded bench, and several rooms off to the side. One was occupied and I peered inside and saw a hot guy in his 30s being fisted in a sling. Surprisingly, his cock was hard and he was moaning and stroking his cock simultaneously as a thin older guy wearing leathers fisted his hole.
I became mesmerised by the sight when a soft voice behind me said "Hello." I turned around, almost embarrassed, and realised it was David. He was not difficult to spot - a friendly bear wearing a jockstrap and a red sash that said "party queen." He was a stocky build, medium height, with some underlying muscle, but he wasn't fat.
"Hi, you must be David, my name's Mark. A friend, Carlos, told me about this event."
"Ah, Carlos, yes I know him well – he's got an amazing hole. He's not here yet and you look a little nervous."
"Yes, he's working tonight and will be along later but this is my first time to something like this. I'm from up north and feeling a little out of my depth, if you'll excuse the pun." David smiled. "Well, everyone is welcome here and call me Dave. Let me show you around." He showed me the slings and rooms, and the padded play areas and a supply room.
"Over here we have latex gloves for those who use them, and free cups and soft drinks put on by the club. There's also pens so you can mark your lube container. Do you have yours?" I unzipped my back pack and handed over the tub of Boy Butter which Dave wrote "Mark" on side and lid.
"So, Mark, how many times have you been fisted," he asked as he handed back my lube.
"Aaah, just once," I sheepishly admitted. "Carlos was my first, but I've been practising with some bigger dildos and butt plugs."
"Well, we were all like that once so don't fret. We need to get you caught up so you're no longer feel `out of your depth.'"
He smiled and then popped the question I was dying for him to ask: "Can I fist you? My hands aren't big and it's probably a good way to get you started for the night."
I nodded – maybe a little too eagerly – and he directed me into one of the sling rooms.
"Normally people leave the door open – many of us are exhibitionists – but given you're new to this scene and want to relax, I'll close it," Dave said. "Hop up into the sling and get comfortable. If it's ok with you, can I fist you without gloves? My hands are super clean and my nails are super short – I love the feeling inside a hole."
Something about Dave's demeanour made me sense that I could trust him to respect my borders, so I agreed. I took off my t-shirt and shorts revealing my black BIKE jockstrap and hopped up onto the sling. Being in a sling was a different experience to being on a mat on the floor when Carlos had fisted me - having your feet suspended was far more relaxing while David was sitting on a stool and looking me straight in the eye. He put some paper towels under my arse and some newspaper on the floor. He opened my tub of lube and gently began applying it to my hole. As the first couple of fingers entered me, I let out an audible sigh of relaxation. To this day, I still love feeling the first couple of fingers entering my hole and swirling around inside me.
Dave certainly knew his way around a hole. He was working more lube into my arse with slow but steady movements. About five minutes later, when he got up to four fingers, I took my first shot of poppers and felt the wave of warmth spread over my body. I sighed loudly again and Dave smiled.
"Did you say you've been using bigger dildos." he asked. Lost in a popper haze, I smiled and nodded. "I can tell, your hole is opening up really well" and when he added him thumb to the mix, I took another deep inhale of poppers and waited for what I had lusted for since I was first fisted - the descent into pure bliss. Dave pushed and then eased back, each time slowly getting closer and closer. When his fist slipped into my hole soon after, it was a beautiful smooth motion. He rested for a minute and I smiled the biggest fist fuck smile ever. Unlike the first time when Carlos fisted me and I almost panicked, this seemed so natural, so right.
I took another deep inhale of poppers and with my inhibitions gone, I begged Dave to fuck me. And fist fuck me he did. Dave was a fisting expert. He played my hole like it was an instrument – sometimes turning and running his knuckles over my prostate, causing me to shudder every time.
"Oh Mark, you have a beautiful hole. It feels so silky smooth. Do you like what I'm doing to you?"
"Oh yes, I love it so very much. But I want to be fucked, please fuck me."
Dave smiled and then he began a slow, gentle fucking motion. At first the pushing and pulling was just inside my hole but as he continued and I relaxed, he eventually pulled right out and pushed back in. As his fist re-entered my hole, my mouth opened wide and a groan of ecstasy from deep within my body burst forth. When he did it again and then again, I literally saw stars.
"Yeah take that fist. It's going to be really sloppy by the time Carlos sees it later tonight! Do you want a sloppy hole, Mark?"
I could only nod. My mouth was gaping wide and my head was rocking from side to side as Dave fucked my hole with his fist. This was not punch fisting – Dave's fist remained coned – but for a novice like me the effect was the same.
After what seemed an eternity of delirious ecstasy, Dave sensed that I needed a break. He slowed his pace before gently coming to a stop and withdrawing his hand. As I gained my breath, I opened my eyes and Dave was smiling. "Mark, that was a privilege. I know I didn't take your cherry, but I think I've taken you to a new level." He reached across and gently kissed me.
I thanked him profusely as he cleaned both me and floor beneath before helping me out of the sling. I sat down on the stool for a moment as I regained my bearings before standing up and stretching my legs.
"Thank you so much Dave. That was amazing. I'd love to return the favour but I think I need a rest and a drink, and it won't be lemonade!" I gave him a big hug and then left the room.
In the time I had been with Dave more people had arrived. The other sling rooms were now busy but I decided to go upstairs and get a drink – I felt like a whiskey – just to relax and check out the rst of the club. After finishing my drink and checking out some of the dark rooms and individual rooms across the ground and upper floors, I returned to the basement.
In the time I had been gone, a lot more people had arrived. My jaw dropped when I entered the main area. The three slings outside the rooms were now in use and three hot guys were getting their holes turned inside out. They were nothing like the images of who you were thought might be into fisting. One was in his 20s, another in his 30s and one maybe in his mid-40s. The guy in his 30s was black. They were all hot studs and either lean or muscular. I'm certain I recognised the guy in his 20s – may be a rugby player, I wasn't sure.
The moans, groans and repeated refrain of "oh my god" and "oh yeah, fist my hole" gave me an instant hard-on. As you boys know, when my cock gets hard, it's pretty obvious. From my right, a plaintive voice said: "Please sir, I'd love to suck your big cock."
I turned to the right and on a large padded bench, a young guy was on all fours getting fisted from behind. His mouth was wide open, his tongue hanging out. I walked over, pulled my jock strap aside and let him go to town on my 9-inch pole. The guy getting fisted was in a blond haired preppy guy in his early 20s, with a padlocked collar around his neck. He had the most preppy look ever while the guy behind him was a fit and furry daddy-type in his 50s wearing leathers.
Despite the workout his arse was getting, he expertly sucked my cock, running his tongue up and down the underside of my cock from my balls up to the tip of my hooded meat. He would alternate between teasing my cockhead and foreskin, sucking on my balls, and deep throating my whole cock. I'd never had such a good blowjob. When the daddy started punching his hole, he had to stop sucking me off. I took the opportunity to move behind him to admire the view. His hole was, to say the least, destroyed and sloppy. I couldn't believe someone so young had developed such a man cunt. The daddy offered for me to take over, but I declined as I said I needed to take a piss.
"Did someone say they need to piss – please sir, let me drink your hot man piss," the preppy guy pleaded.
I had never pissed on anyone but took up position. Given I was still sporting half-a-hardon, it took some concentration to get the piss flowing. But once it did, the preppy guy latched on to my cock and directed the flow all over his face and hair and into his mouth. It went everywhere, but he gulped down lots of my golden piss as well. When I finished, he put my semi-flaccid cock back in his mouth, and purred like a cat. It was so fucking hot. With that the daddy decided the preppy kid needed a break and we both cleaned him and the floor up with paper towels.
The preppy kid introduced himself as Matt and thanked me for quenching his thirst. When I said I was a friend of Carlos, he smiled. "I would love to have a hole like his – his expertise with feet is amazing."
"From what I can see you're doing very well and you certainly aren't far behind!"
Almost as if on cue, Carlos appeared looking as hot as ever. He was wearing a hot Aussie Bum jockstrap that accentuated his hot buns.
"Hi Carlos," Matt said, "I've just met your hot new friend Mark – I've already drunken his piss; tasted amazing."
"Oh, he's one hottie alright," Carlos replied before turning to me and with a big Latin smile and accent said: "Well, I'm glad to see you've been busy. It's great to see you again Mark." We hugged and then began to passionately kiss. Sensing his cue, Matt tapped us both on the shoulder and said he'd see us later.
Carlos took my hand and led me way, up to the second level and to a small room he opened with a key, where I could see his backpack. "I rented a room. I wanted to spend some quality time with you alone before we head back to the party."
We resumed our passionate kissing and lay down on a large vinyl padded bench, our hands and mouths exploring each other's body, cocks, balls and arses. After 15 minutes of massage and sucking cocks, Carlos was keen to explore further.
"Let me look at your hole Mark, I want to see what progress you've made."
I flipped on to my hands and knees and pushed my arse up towards his face, pulling my arse cheeks apart with my hands. Now he could see that what was once a tight pucker could wink at him.
"I've been practising with my dildos and butt plugs and Dave opened me up earlier," I said with great pride.
"Oh Mark, I can tell you've been fisted. You have such a beautiful hole – it's coming along nicely, very nicely indeed," he said. And with that he put his middle finger in his mouth and gently pushed his spit lube finger it in my hole. I groaned with pleasure, especially when he swirled it around and tickled my prostate.
But I didn't want this to be just about me, so I carefully turned over on to my back and slid under Carlos so I could see his hole and return the favour. So as Carlos continued to finger fuck me, I pulled his arse down towards my face and pointed my tongue at his hole. As my tongue touched his hole, it literally flowered before me and I licked deep inside him.
The sensations were too much for Carlos, whose back and body arched backwards, pushing his hot hole into my face.
"Oh yeah, get your tongue inside my man pussy, get it nice and wet."
When the initial sensation passed, Carlos leant forward, pulled my legs back and put his face into my arse, swirling his tongue around my pucker. As our tongues explored and probed our respective holes, it was the hottest 69 rimming I had ever experienced.
It wasn't long before our fingers were exploring the other's hole. While Carlos could easily take several fingers with just my spit for lubrication – and was loving the feeling – he sensed that my hole needed more. He disengaged for a moment and he pulled over our backpacks, giving me his lube while he took mine. And he gave me my poppers, and a paper towel to hold them.
He then moved back into a 69 position and with the addition of more appropriate lube, we resumed playing with our holes. I knew Carlos could have easily taken a fist very quickly, but I decided this was going to be no race. As he went from one finger to two in my hole, I did the same to him. After about 10 minutes, we were both were coning five fingers and sensing what was to come, we both paused for a moment, took a long snort of poppers in each nostril, and resumed exploring our holes. A couple of minutes later Carlos entered me for the second time as my hand slid into his hole. We both let out a collective groan of pleasure.
It was amazing to look up and see my hand up to the wrist inside Carlos' stretched hole at such close quarters. It was so fucking hot to see the lips of his hole extend out as I pulled my fist backwards. Beautiful as this close up view of his hole was, it didn't give me the access I really craved and I suggested to him that we each get on our backs lying next to each other, top and tailing. We disentangled ourselves, both took some more poppers, and lay down next to each and continued to play.
It was mirror fisting. If I twisted my hand in Carlos' arse, he did the same to me. If he vibrated his fist in my hole, I did the same to him. And when I pulled out of his hole and pushed my fist back in, he did it back to me. And so began the most glorious and exquisite fisting, punching each other's hole. It still makes me tingle thinking about it, several years later. When Carlos stopping coning his fist, and pushed it in knuckles first, I had to pull my fist from his hole as my head lifted off the mattress in sensory overload.
Carlos took the opportunity to slide around, lift my legs up and resume fisting my hole, pushing his fist in and out. Between groans and moans, I just managed to ask Carlos what my hole looked like.
"Believe me, it's a man pussy now. It's what you've always wanted isn't it?"
"Oh yeah, make me a man pussy. Make it as sloppy and loose as your hole." The admission and the plea seemed to push me over the edge and as Carlos' fist went in and out of hole, I began to experience my first full body anal orgasm. My body began to shake so much that Carlos had to slow down and slowly lay me back down before gently removing his hand. As I lay there in the after-glow of the most overwhelming physical sensations I had ever experienced Carlos lay next to me and gently ran his fingers over my body. Even these gentle touches made me twitch, my body was so electrified. We then sensuously kissed and hugged.
About 10 minutes later he asked: "Do you want to go back downstairs and check out the party. It will be in full swing now," Carlos asked. " Oh yes. I want to see what else is on offer," I replied.
Heading back to the basement, we ran into Matt. "Hello lover boys. You've just come back at the right time. We're going to build a fist chain. Everyone is invited – do you want to join in?" Carlos looked at me and a devilish look came over my face. I smiled back. I had found my calling.
And so it was that 12 super-hot men formed a circle and one after the other we put our right fist into the hole in front of us. Matt slid his fist into my hole and I put mine into the hot black guy had seen earlier in the night. The black guy had his fist in the 20-something guy, I'm now certain was a well- known national rugby player, while he was in turn fisting Carlos, who had his hand inside Dave.
I was fascinated watching my hand go in and out of the black guy's hole, the contrast of his dark skin and the pink of his man cunt was a big turn on.
The fisting was like what I had experienced with Carlos earlier, but on a much bigger scale with the furry daddy who had fisted Matt delivering poppers to everyone. A wave of techniques would move around the chain. I loved it when we began fist punching. The groans and moans must have been so loud that it drew a crowd from throughout the club who came to watch and cheer us on.
They were so turned on by the scene that they were soon all wanking their cocks and we were all soon drenched in load after load of cum. What a way to finish the night! I had become a fist pig and I loved every minute of it.
Mark's telling of story over Skype had got us all heated up. All three of us had chosen to sit on big dildos and as we rode them up and down, stretching our holes, we each shot a massive load.
"So, boys, when are you coming to a party?" Mark asked.
I looked at Ed and he looked me and we both replied: "Very soon!"
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