Thursday, February 24, 2022

A Fisting New Year's Eve: Used Holes and One Virgin One

 North of Me—December, 2021

As I sat down to type, it felt a little odd to be writing up New Year’s Eve for today’s post in late February, but as I look back I realize it is right in line with other years.  Since I started the blog, there has almost always been 6 to 8 weeks from the sex to the writing of the sex.  I do like some time to elapse before writing.  It lets the events marinate in my mind.  I would love to eventually get it down to 4 weeks—slightly fresher but still with some rumination time.

 (And maybe I will get my wish as the threat of Omicron cut through a lot of potential January meetings.)

Back to December 31…We were going to fist and fuck in the New Year.  I arrived with the sling and the fuck bench at the home of the Ginger Bear.  I greeted him with a hug and, while he continued in the kitchen, I set up my contributions to the play area in the cool basement.  Mine was the third sling.  They were all in a row at one end of the wood  paneled room.  Just as I was hooking the sling into the frame, the host came down.  He needed to get some supports in a rafter, as there was flogging potential tonight.  He drilled as I screwed the legs into the bench and got it set.  This time I did not raise the middle area, but left it flat.  I had brought the legs supports, so a man could lie on it with his raised legs supported.  (I needn’t have bothered.  The slings were the place to be…)

Five more men were expected.  They began to arrive.  Some were the same guys I’d met at our Halloween Fist event, but there were men new to me, as well.  We were all in a similar age range, but for one who was likely some 15 years younger.  The plan had been to play, break and eat and play again.  It quickly changed to eat a little, play, eat and play.  After a bowl of delicious homemade soup, we stripped.  I added my chaps for some warmth and six of us went down to play, while the seventh stayed in the kitchen and warmed quiches…

 

It has been ages since I have fucked to the sounds of a flogging.  I have the Ginger Bear in the sling.  In the sling next door, the top has gone straight to fingering the hole that will soon take a fist.  I pause in my fuck, pull out and lick GB’s puffy ass lips.  It gets me even harder, so my dick is pumped back into him. 

Next door I watch the top’s hand disappear.  I pull out and grease up my left.  It is always an easy entry with GB.  We know each other well.  He relaxes and I glide into place.  I pull out and add my dick in with my hand.  The top next to us likes this move a lot.  I fuck in between my fingers deep in the Ginger Bear.

The flogging has stopped.  The top was too hard too fast.  He is now using a dildo on the flogged man over in the third sling.  On the other side of me the top is trying for his other hand, the right.  It is slower going.

I pull my dick out and kneel.  I grease up both hands now.  The left goes in.  I add two, then three, then four fingers, sliding them down my greasy wrist each time.  GB loves each extra stretch. 

The guy with the toy in his ass has called a halt and gone upstairs.  The men on the other side of me have success—the bigger hand has been accommodated.  They begin a slow alternation of the left and right. 

This inspires me to try my right hand.  I work the left out, re-grease and slide the right in.  I am stopped at the bridge of my knuckles.  I do a couple of lateral eight finger stretches with both hands and try the right again.  Success.  My right sinks into place.  I pull out and do it again.

“Let’s stop,” says the Ginger Bear.  I can tell he is thinking of the kitchen.  I clean him up with paper towels.  I watch the men to my left a little—and then go up to relax until dinner.

*

After we eat, my first job is to soothe the hole of the man who’d been flogged and used rather roughly with the dildo.    He is in the right sling and worried that his hole is done for the night.  I distract him by talking about dinner and get my left hand up him without his really realizing it. 

It is a short fisting session—but I give him at least half a dozen anal orgasms.  He walks away, spent and happy.

The man who did the flogging has the young man in the sling.  I watch the older man fuck him for a moment.  My cock gets very hard.  They both notice—and both want me to take a turn.  I move in.  The guy’s butt is hairy—as is his chest.  He looks like he’s in construction—and the idea that he wants back to back men up his ass, makes my cock drool.

I lock eyes with him.  “You want my cock up your ass?”

“Fuck, yeah.  You look huge.”

“Fuck him,” says the other top.

Instead I go to my knees and eat the hole the top was fucking.

This makes the top very happy.  “Taste my cock juice in there?”

I grunt.  (I can’t, but it still tastes good.)

I spit one last time into the guy and stand up.  My cock head slaps his balls.  I lock eyes with him again and my cockhead prods his hole.  Once.  Twice.  And I slide right in.  He really wants me.  And he has me.  Balls deep.

“Fuck, yeah!” crows the other top and slaps my ass.

“Oh!  Fuck!!  You feel great…”

I am standing still, not moving a muscle.  Then I begin flexing my cockhead deep inside him.

“Fuck me,” he breathes.

And only then do I begin the long in and out. I build fast.  His ass is a natural.  He loves squeezing down on me.  I fuck him hard and fast—and pull out for the other top. 

He pushes right in and continues the fuck.  I know the top from Halloween—and know he likes a good dick in his hole, too.  I tell him to pause a moment—and I am up his butt. 

“Shit…”

“Do the work.  I’m standing still.”

He does—fucking into the construction guy and fucking himself as he pulls out of him.  It can’t last for long but it’s sweet while it does.  It’s a great mind fuck for all three of us. 

We change around again.  I’ve made the top go slightly soft by being in his ass.  I fuck the hairy guy in the sling until he shoots a load all over his hairy chest…

*

We go up for dessert.

I remind the vers/top who I’d just fucked that he had told me in October, no one had ever gotten a hand in his ass.  He could take bigger toys, but not a fist.  He’s eager to try me.  Down we go, back to the sling.

I do the same distraction method.  Slowly playing with his hole, doing slight stretching.  And before you know it, he was a fist virgin no more…

 


 Full disclosure.  This is NOT a shot from NYE 2021but it’s a really good picture of me in chaps.  Jacob is the welcoming bottom…

2 comments:

  1. What a great way to bring in a new year. And a new rear!

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    1. Always good to give a guy what he wants.

      I have been spoiled with a lot of great group sex--it's a great way for me to spend NYE!

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