Slowly Opening Chris

Northwest Indiana—April, 2108

Fisting is a process.  I worry about people who claim they can always open anyone up on the first attempt.  Chris (the hairy bear I’d met while working in Indiana) and I found time for another meet one afternoon.  He had taken a small hand once, but we had not been successful with my medium sized ones so far.

He met me in his garage and grabbed my bag of leathers.  We talked for awhile in his kitchen, but soon went down to the lower level.  Fisting porn was playing on his wide screen television.  We chatted a little longer as we sat on his sofa, but soon I felt his hand on my bulging Levi’s…

Chris kneads my mound of cock through the denim.  I am growing steadily, even though trapped inside my 501’s.  He’s naked but for a jock.  I undo my belt.  He unbuttons my fly.  There’s underwear in the way, but soon I’m released.  My cock springs up and he bends to take it in his mouth.  I move around, to face him a little more, to help the angle.  He slobbers on my thick dick, making me really wet.

I stand up and fuck his face a little.  I hate my jeans around my knees.  I call a halt for a moment and strip.  It’s cool enough downstairs on this April evening for me to dress in my chaps.  I have a well rinsed jock on under that.  I add the harness.  Chris is back on me the moment I walk over to the couch.  Standing, I’m at the perfect angle for his him to deep throat me.  He does.  I grind into him. 

It makes me want to lick his ass.  I ask him to to lean over the back of the couch.  It’s a good height for him to be comfortable and a perfect one for me to kneel behind him.  I bury myself in his hairy ass.  I open him with my constantly moving tongue.  He groans, encouraging me to go deeper.  I drill it into him, leaving the surrounding hair sopping wet.  I am so ready to fuck—but I don’t want to do it here.

We go into his playroom and he hops in the sling.  I sit on the big ottoman and continue eating out his hole.  I hear poppers open.  I let him re-cap them before I stand up and slide my still wet, still drooling dick into him.  I push in.  All the way.  I grind my pubes against his ass.  I hold for a moment.  He nods at me—and I begin a slow fuck.

He is self lubing like crazy around my cock.  He feels great. I keep a steady, slow tempo for a very long time.  Eventually I let myself go and build up to a speed that causes my balls to slap his ass.  I finally stop—slightly winded.

I grab the egg-headed dildo.  I do a quick smear of lube on it.  It goes into Chris as easily as my dick did.  I let him adjust to that big knobbed end.  I push the base down and my cock slides along the ribs.

Chris groans and grabs the poppers.  He inhales and tells me how full he feels.  The vapors relax him, as I begin moving in and out of his full ass.  The bottom of my dick is being massaged by the ribbed column; the top and sides by hot flesh.  I can never get enough of this feeling.  I love how it tightens everyone up.  I fuck him hard.  Then I use just the toy on him, before adding my dick back in for another round.

I move on to a toy of his—well, one left by another trick.  It’s a really thick dildo.  I grease it thoroughly and work it much more slowly into him.  It’s a stretch, but he takes it—easily.  “Fuck,” he groans as I get about 2/3 of it up him.  There is no way I’m adding my dick with this one.  But I do work two—then three— extra fingers into him with the  latex toy still in place.

I pull it out slowly. 

The speculum is greased and inserted.  A slow crank open.  He poppers up again.  I crank it wide enough to add my dick.  He takes one more hit—and I enter him.  Now my cock has cool metal on the sides and hot flesh above and below.  I do a long, slow stroke to relish the unique feeling.  The speculum makes a sucking sound as my cock comes out of it on the back stroke.  We both get lost in the feelings my dick is creating.

I crank it a slight turn more open.  I fuck with the toy in this position, too—giving him the maximum stretch possible.  I pull out and crank it shut.  I begin to grease up my hands.  This instantly makes Chris take a hit of poppers. 

I work three fingers of my left hand up him.  A slow twist and out. 

The same with the right.   Again and again.

Now it’s four fingers to the knuckle.  I twist them, hold and pull out.   I repeat with the other hand.  Back to the left.  Back to the right.  On and on.

I re-grease my hands and my cock.  I fuck him for a moment, than slide three fingers into him alongside my dick.  I fuck with them in place. 

I fuck him with just my dick.  I work four fingers of my left into him.  Now the right.  Now all eight and do a lateral stretch.  He groans in pleasure.

I pull out my right and the left twists into him.  For a moment I think I’m about to go over the knuckles, but nope.  I remove it slowly when I realize I’m not going in yet.

I do the same thing with my right.  It’s my bigger hand, but for some guys, it seems to fit easier.  Three fingers first.  Add the fourth. 

Poppers and a try for the fist. 

Nope.

And so it goes.  Repeatedly.

All eight fingers is great—and Chris loves the stretch.  But my whole hand is not going into him. 

Yet.

We both have family commitments this evening.  When we realize it’s not going to happen, I wipe him down of excess lube and we go back to fucking.

“You want me to load you?”

He looks at me as if I’ve asked the stupidest question possible.

I fuck some more, then hunker down and soothe his ravaged hole with my tongue.  As always, tonguing fucked out hole gets my balls churning.  I stand up.  I slide into his stretched hole.

I fuck fast and not for too long.

I feel it coming and shoot into him with a guttural cry.  I collapse onto his hairy chest and his arms wrap around me…