Fisting Party on Halloween Night

 North of Home—October, 2021

So the actual afternoon/evening of Halloween I spent at the Ginger Bear’s house.  Between us, we had organized a group of men to share some fist and some food.  My only contribution turned out to be Ross (he of the enormous rosebud).  The Ginger Bear invited four buddies who showed up.  All were over 50.  His friends are true bears.  Ross is built much like me, tall and slim.

I got there in time to set up my fuck bench—which was never used.  Our host owns two slings and a third had been borrowed.  Around 5pm the guests showed up.  We sat around the big table near the kitchen and got to know each other over a beverage.  Slowly we stripped down to business…

Ross and I take the middle sling.  There is action on either side of us.  One man, half of a couple, stays upstairs, puttering in the kitchen.  The Ginger Bear is to our right.  He is working a rather large toy into his willing partner in the sling.  To our left, the top is slowly opening up his bottom trying to make his very large hands fit.

Ross gets in the sling as I open the j-lube, mixed in a tiny water bottle—so it can go along with the bottom for any other play.  He braces his legs against the chains.  I kneel and stick my tongue into his hole.  My cock instantly erects.  I tongue his hole until I can’t stand it—his moaning is so hot sounding.  I stand up and my cock slides in.  I am pretty sure I will be the only one using my dick tonight, but I know Ross wants any body part inside of him that I can give.  I never have to wait long for Ross to get comfortable with my dick.  I begin fucking him, hard, almost immediately.  I love the sound of my thighs slapping into his ass cheeks.

I pull out, kneel and eat his hole again.  He pushes his rosebud, just slightly, towards me.  His hole widens.  My tongue pushes his insides back into place.  I grease my hands as I savor his ass juices in my mouth.

I stand and fuck again.  Then, standing, I start with my left hand fingers.  Two.  Three.  Four.  Plus the thumb.  All in quick succession. 

“Here you go…”  My whole hand goes into him.  Easily.   Less is more in fisting.  I do a slight turn of the imbedded hand to the left.  Back again.  And then right.  Each movement sending shivers through Ross.  I slowly twist my fist in place so I can slide my cock down my forearm.  It goes easily past his ass lips and disappears from sight into my open hand in his ass.  I fuck my hand—letting my cock slide between my second and third fingers.

Ross groans—louder and with a shudder of sheer pleasure.

So I pull my cock out and go into him again.  This time the guys on our left are both watching.  “My party trick,” I murmur and begin fucking into Ross and through my fingers that much harder…

Soon it is all about alternate hands.  Slowly and deliberately.  In and all the way out.

The Ginger Bear, on my right, has given up on his big hands with the guy in the sling.  There is now a medium sized dildo attached to a fucking machine plowing into the eager man.  GB is controlling the speed and depth.

To my left I notice those big hands have finally been accommodated.  The bottom is a verbal guy —loud and delirious with the sensations generated.

I am moving to doubling up my hands in Ross.  I have my left in—and four fingers of my right.

We are so close—but I look at his face and he shakes his head.  I ease back.  Another day.  After all he wants to experience other guys here tonight.

We break. 

I go wash up.  When I come back downstairs we all change up.  Ross goes into the sling to our left and takes the big hands on that top easily.  The Ginger Bear wants me to open up the guy he couldn’t get into.  We roll the fucking machine out of the way and I grease up.  I don’t bother getting my cock out, as I don’t want the conversation about if he wants it or not.

My fingers go into his hole easily.  Soon my entire left hand.  The man is thrilled.  His body gives off tremors that match his deep moans.

It takes just a little longer for my bigger right hand to stretch him that last bit.  It goes in and the man is wracked with a full body orgasm.

We all stop when we are told supper is served.

After dinner, I have a quick session with the very vocal man.  He loves what I do—and lets the whole house know it…

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This is a shorter than usual post—though in actual time, I was there way longer than a regular hookup.  I think my problem when I abandoned it on Sunday was that it didn’t have the drive my posts usually do.  After all, normally it is all about the orgasm driving the telling of the tale along.  Not so with this one.  I gave so many anal orgasms to men I can’t count them—but I didn’t shoot.  And that was fine.  Sometimes food with friends can be more important.

So—it’s here—since this is my sex life, for better or worse…

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