john1244
07-30-2007, 02:57 PM
" Now you’re gonna feel what it’s like to be your daddy’s hot little ass toy," he leered with a slight slur.
" Yes, sir," I managed.
" I want to hear you ask for what you need, boy," he replied.
" I want your fist, Sir."
" You want what? I didn’t hear you, boy."
YOUR FIST, SIR! I WANT YOUR FIST NOW, SIR!
" Where do you want it, boy?"
" IN MY ASS, SIR! PLEASE, SIR... I REALLY NEED IT NOW, SIR!"
The crystal had me by the balls, so to speak, at this point, and I was on fire with the need to have this big stud’s muscled arm all the way up my ass.
He reached into his bag and pulled out a full can of Crisco and a roll of plain white paper towels.
" Roll on your back and put your legs in the air," he ordered.
I eagerly complied, hotter than I’d ever been in my life.
He dipped his hand into the open can of Crisco and began a slow, gentle massage of my ass lips. Gently, he slipped first one than two than three fingers up my hole. This was nothing for a guy who’d just been royally fucked and who was used to inserting huge dildoes up his ass on a regular basis. I let him know quickly that he wasn’t dealing with a candy ass.
" More, sir. Please... I can take it, sir," I moaned.
" Okay, boy. Be careful what you ask for," he grinned as he planted his whole hand at the entrance to my ass and began a steady, hard pressure to gain its admittance.
It hurt. It really did. But it was the kind of hurt that I didn’t want to go away. Here was an incredibly built, handsome, stud master with his big hairy paw trying to fuck its way inside me and there was no way I was going to wimp out with whatever hurt it was temporarily causing.
He reached over for his bag again and pulled out a brown bottle that I’d seen used in the fist fuck videos I’d jacked off to countless times. Poppers. I knew what these were. I’d even used them from time to time when someone would hand me some on the dance floor. He handed the bottle to me and I unscrewed it and thrust it first under Jim’s nose. He took a couple of snorts and I then inhaled deeply.
That was all it took — when combined with the crystal — to put me over the edge. Between his rush and my own, we both let go with primal screams as his hand plunged completely into my ass all the way past his wrist.
" OH FUUUCCCKK!" I yelled.
" YEAH, BABY, YOU’VE GOT IT ALL NOW, MAN. I’M FUCKING FISTING YOU!" he shouted.
I can’t begin to describe the ecstasy of what it feels like the first time a real man’s fist invades your ass. Aside from the obvious feelings of being ultimately fucked and filled, it’s also a sense that — without question — you’re out of control. That someone else has power over your body and is driving and steering it in whatever direction and speed he chooses. It’s also a feeling of connection — the ultimate intimacy — of which I’d never felt before. It was all of these things surging through my blood, my brain, my ass, and my being — all at the speed of light.
Of course, the crystal helped.
"I own you now, pussy boy," he snarled as he began to work his fist slightly in and out. "Once you’ve had my fist in you, you’ll never be satisfied with anything else."
His words were rough but his actions were decidedly gentle as he kept pushing more Crisco in my ass all around his wrist. He was working his hand slightly in and out, taking it almost all the way out and then slowly pushing back in. I could tell he was patiently warming up my ass, getting it ready for what would inevitably get harder, longer, rougher.
" How’s that feel, boy?"
" Oh — incredible, sir. Oh — it’s too fucking good for words, sir. Just — uh — keep it up."
Suddenly I felt his free hand slap hard against my pecs and he’d developed a pissed off leer on his face. He slapped me again, this time really hard against my abs.
" You like that, asshole? You like me slapping you around you with one hand while I fist you with the other?"
" Oh — ummmm — yes sir," I moaned as I tried to squirm my ass even deeper on his fist. He’d warmed up my ass well and I was started to feel a deeper itch that needed scratching.
" I need this, sir. Please keep it up, sir. I need more of both, sir."
" Take another hit of poppers, but give me one first," he ordered.
We both took healthy hits and that sent him on a brutal assault of abuse. His right hand started truly fucking my ass for the first time while his left hand pummeled my chest, stomach, and occasionally, my face, with hard slaps that sent pain and pleasure all over my skin.
‘ I’M GIVING IT TO YOU NOW, YOU FUCKING FAG! TAKE IT! YOU LIKING YOUR FUCKING, BOY?
" HARDER, SIR. OH, PLEASE, SIR — MORE ! FUCK ME!" I begged.
His fists alternated abuse to the point that I lost sensation of time, speech, anything except the burning need to have his fist ramming in and out at breakneck speed. His blows on my outer body only made me hotter as my skin was sizzling from the repeated slaps. I was totally out of control and I was in absolute lust with the topman who had seized all control.
I must have blacked out for a second because I came to with the sensation of something biting my nipples. Hard. I looked down and saw he had moved up to feast on my hard muscled pecs. I have very large nipples, partly from genetics and the rest from the way I’ve pulled and stretched them during jackoff sessions over the years. I’ve always loved it when somebody would lick ‘em but until now, no one had really clamped down on them like this. And it was turning me on even more if such a thing were possible.
His fist was still inside me, but he’d slowed the pistoning down to just a slow, steady pressure. It felt like he’d gone deeper in me, but I couldn’t be sure. I was so consumed with the sea of sensations he’d created in me, it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended.
He was moaning loudly around my tit, biting it hard, chewing and jerking roughly at it as though he were some beast trying to tear off a piece for his dinner.
" Damn, boy!," he muffled "you got the finest fucking nipples I’ve ever tasted. I could just stay here and chew on these big babies all night long" as he clamped his teeth down really hard causing me to scream out.
" That’s right, boy. Let your daddy know you’re alive," he groaned through his bites.
He slowly fisted me deeper as he feasted on my nipples for what seemed like hours. We both took occasional hits of poppers which would cause us both to, if possible, even further heat up the intensity of his abuse.
It was during these rushes that he would clamp down especially hard on my tit while inching his hand ever deeper inside my ass. Even in my wild state, I could tell he was a master at his craft, using the pain in my tits to distract me from his fist penetrating even further inside me. I knew this and yet I didn’t care. I loved it. I loved him. I loved every fucking wonderful act of pain and pleasure he was inflicting.
And I still needed more.
Of course, the crystal still helped.
I could feel his fist starting to pull out and I wasn’t ready.
" Please, sir. Please keep fucking me," I said. "I don’t want it to end yet, sir."
" End?" he laughed. "Fucker, we’ve just begun," he grinned. "That was just round one, boy. We’ve got at least a dozen more to go," he chuckled as his fist slowly popped out of my well used butt hole. I felt like I’d just shit out a log and that my insides were now all about to fall out. He could read my mind.
" Don’t worry, dude. It’ll snap back quicker than you can say ‘fuck me.’ Besides, we don’t want to wear you out just yet, although I have to say that you took my fist like a pro. You sure that was your first?"
" Damn straight .... sir," I added with a proud grin.
" Look at this," he smiled as he held up the arm that had fucked me so royally. The crisco mark was halfway up his thick forearm, only inches from his elbow.
" I took that much?" My eyes must have been a mile wide.
" Yep. You’re one hot amazing little fucker. Particularly for being your first time. And that was just the appetizer, dude."
" Yes, sir," I managed.
" I want to hear you ask for what you need, boy," he replied.
" I want your fist, Sir."
" You want what? I didn’t hear you, boy."
YOUR FIST, SIR! I WANT YOUR FIST NOW, SIR!
" Where do you want it, boy?"
" IN MY ASS, SIR! PLEASE, SIR... I REALLY NEED IT NOW, SIR!"
The crystal had me by the balls, so to speak, at this point, and I was on fire with the need to have this big stud’s muscled arm all the way up my ass.
He reached into his bag and pulled out a full can of Crisco and a roll of plain white paper towels.
" Roll on your back and put your legs in the air," he ordered.
I eagerly complied, hotter than I’d ever been in my life.
He dipped his hand into the open can of Crisco and began a slow, gentle massage of my ass lips. Gently, he slipped first one than two than three fingers up my hole. This was nothing for a guy who’d just been royally fucked and who was used to inserting huge dildoes up his ass on a regular basis. I let him know quickly that he wasn’t dealing with a candy ass.
" More, sir. Please... I can take it, sir," I moaned.
" Okay, boy. Be careful what you ask for," he grinned as he planted his whole hand at the entrance to my ass and began a steady, hard pressure to gain its admittance.
It hurt. It really did. But it was the kind of hurt that I didn’t want to go away. Here was an incredibly built, handsome, stud master with his big hairy paw trying to fuck its way inside me and there was no way I was going to wimp out with whatever hurt it was temporarily causing.
He reached over for his bag again and pulled out a brown bottle that I’d seen used in the fist fuck videos I’d jacked off to countless times. Poppers. I knew what these were. I’d even used them from time to time when someone would hand me some on the dance floor. He handed the bottle to me and I unscrewed it and thrust it first under Jim’s nose. He took a couple of snorts and I then inhaled deeply.
That was all it took — when combined with the crystal — to put me over the edge. Between his rush and my own, we both let go with primal screams as his hand plunged completely into my ass all the way past his wrist.
" OH FUUUCCCKK!" I yelled.
" YEAH, BABY, YOU’VE GOT IT ALL NOW, MAN. I’M FUCKING FISTING YOU!" he shouted.
I can’t begin to describe the ecstasy of what it feels like the first time a real man’s fist invades your ass. Aside from the obvious feelings of being ultimately fucked and filled, it’s also a sense that — without question — you’re out of control. That someone else has power over your body and is driving and steering it in whatever direction and speed he chooses. It’s also a feeling of connection — the ultimate intimacy — of which I’d never felt before. It was all of these things surging through my blood, my brain, my ass, and my being — all at the speed of light.
Of course, the crystal helped.
"I own you now, pussy boy," he snarled as he began to work his fist slightly in and out. "Once you’ve had my fist in you, you’ll never be satisfied with anything else."
His words were rough but his actions were decidedly gentle as he kept pushing more Crisco in my ass all around his wrist. He was working his hand slightly in and out, taking it almost all the way out and then slowly pushing back in. I could tell he was patiently warming up my ass, getting it ready for what would inevitably get harder, longer, rougher.
" How’s that feel, boy?"
" Oh — incredible, sir. Oh — it’s too fucking good for words, sir. Just — uh — keep it up."
Suddenly I felt his free hand slap hard against my pecs and he’d developed a pissed off leer on his face. He slapped me again, this time really hard against my abs.
" You like that, asshole? You like me slapping you around you with one hand while I fist you with the other?"
" Oh — ummmm — yes sir," I moaned as I tried to squirm my ass even deeper on his fist. He’d warmed up my ass well and I was started to feel a deeper itch that needed scratching.
" I need this, sir. Please keep it up, sir. I need more of both, sir."
" Take another hit of poppers, but give me one first," he ordered.
We both took healthy hits and that sent him on a brutal assault of abuse. His right hand started truly fucking my ass for the first time while his left hand pummeled my chest, stomach, and occasionally, my face, with hard slaps that sent pain and pleasure all over my skin.
‘ I’M GIVING IT TO YOU NOW, YOU FUCKING FAG! TAKE IT! YOU LIKING YOUR FUCKING, BOY?
" HARDER, SIR. OH, PLEASE, SIR — MORE ! FUCK ME!" I begged.
His fists alternated abuse to the point that I lost sensation of time, speech, anything except the burning need to have his fist ramming in and out at breakneck speed. His blows on my outer body only made me hotter as my skin was sizzling from the repeated slaps. I was totally out of control and I was in absolute lust with the topman who had seized all control.
I must have blacked out for a second because I came to with the sensation of something biting my nipples. Hard. I looked down and saw he had moved up to feast on my hard muscled pecs. I have very large nipples, partly from genetics and the rest from the way I’ve pulled and stretched them during jackoff sessions over the years. I’ve always loved it when somebody would lick ‘em but until now, no one had really clamped down on them like this. And it was turning me on even more if such a thing were possible.
His fist was still inside me, but he’d slowed the pistoning down to just a slow, steady pressure. It felt like he’d gone deeper in me, but I couldn’t be sure. I was so consumed with the sea of sensations he’d created in me, it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended.
He was moaning loudly around my tit, biting it hard, chewing and jerking roughly at it as though he were some beast trying to tear off a piece for his dinner.
" Damn, boy!," he muffled "you got the finest fucking nipples I’ve ever tasted. I could just stay here and chew on these big babies all night long" as he clamped his teeth down really hard causing me to scream out.
" That’s right, boy. Let your daddy know you’re alive," he groaned through his bites.
He slowly fisted me deeper as he feasted on my nipples for what seemed like hours. We both took occasional hits of poppers which would cause us both to, if possible, even further heat up the intensity of his abuse.
It was during these rushes that he would clamp down especially hard on my tit while inching his hand ever deeper inside my ass. Even in my wild state, I could tell he was a master at his craft, using the pain in my tits to distract me from his fist penetrating even further inside me. I knew this and yet I didn’t care. I loved it. I loved him. I loved every fucking wonderful act of pain and pleasure he was inflicting.
And I still needed more.
Of course, the crystal still helped.
I could feel his fist starting to pull out and I wasn’t ready.
" Please, sir. Please keep fucking me," I said. "I don’t want it to end yet, sir."
" End?" he laughed. "Fucker, we’ve just begun," he grinned. "That was just round one, boy. We’ve got at least a dozen more to go," he chuckled as his fist slowly popped out of my well used butt hole. I felt like I’d just shit out a log and that my insides were now all about to fall out. He could read my mind.
" Don’t worry, dude. It’ll snap back quicker than you can say ‘fuck me.’ Besides, we don’t want to wear you out just yet, although I have to say that you took my fist like a pro. You sure that was your first?"
" Damn straight .... sir," I added with a proud grin.
" Look at this," he smiled as he held up the arm that had fucked me so royally. The crisco mark was halfway up his thick forearm, only inches from his elbow.
" I took that much?" My eyes must have been a mile wide.
" Yep. You’re one hot amazing little fucker. Particularly for being your first time. And that was just the appetizer, dude."