Fisting

So this is where it is going to go;

 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 wholeexperience. 

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!


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