Fisting Sawyer in the Sling

 My Playroom—November, 2025

 

Sawyer, who I had originally called Fist Guy when I met him at the house party we attend, wanted to come back to the playroom.  He reminded me that the toys were fine, but he really preferred my fist—and the connection it brings.  I made a mental note.

He arrived right on time after his drive to my place.  I grabbed the melting coconut oil off the counter and we went downstairs…

 

I am lying on the bed, watching him strip.  He is around my age, a little younger, and has kept himself in good shape.  He puts his clothes on the chair, and turns to see me there, with my cock swelling in the pouch of the jock.  I spread my legs in invitation and he crawls between them.  He inhales the aroma of the jock, moaning at the scent of sex.  He licks it, tentatively at first, then with growing lust.  He finally pulls it aside, making my cock erect and sway under his hot breath.  His mouth gobbles me down—all the way to my pubes.  He begins a series of hot deep throatings, leaving my balls covered in saliva.  He licks it up and does it one more time.

“Do my balls…”

He does, licking them tenderly after the heated throating of my shaft.  I moan and tell him I love it.

Soon enough, he is on all fours on the currently flattened fuck bench.  I kneel and try to give him the same oral pleasure he gave me.  I am all over his hole—sucking, licking and tongue fucking it.  I grease my cock with coconut oil as I do it.  I stand up and push into his wet ass. 

Sawyer gasps and takes it.   “Fuck me, Daddy.”

I do a couple of slow, opening-him-up strokes, but I am soon at a much faster pace.  I pull out and taste him again.  Hot and delicious.  I fuck him once more, before I let him taste his ass jizz on my cock.

His hole is expanding fast.  I grab the egg headed dildo, grease it up and insert.  I add my cock on top of the toy, reveling in the feel of the ridged shaft of the toy under me.  Then I reverse it so the toy is on top.  Back and forth.

I pull out my cock and the toy.  On my knees, I work three fingers from both hands into him.  They are back-to-back, knuckle to knuckle.  I do a lateral stretch.  He moans his encouragement.  I do another.  I grease up my entire left hand.  It enters his hole—his ass lips clamping down on my wrist.  I keep it there for a long time before I move it ever so slightly with a turn to the right.  And back.  Again, a little farther around, this time.  And back.

I pull out and use my cock on him again.  The Ballistic Butt Bomb is on the shelf right by my side.  I grease the oval steel ball and slide it into him.  I add my cock.  I love fucking into the cool metal ball.  The long thin shaft of the toy feels great under my dick.

We move to the sling.  He hops in and keeps his legs on the chains.  I eat his ravaged hole.  The mix of his juices and the coconut oil is heady.  I fuck him once again.  His eyes are riveted to the mirror above him.  He loves seeing my engorged dick split him open.

I use the egg headed dildo one more time.  It tightens the feel of his hole.

I fuck.

I eat him out as I grease up my hands again.

My left works into Sawyer once more.  Quite easily now.  I move it slowly, twisting it in his ass.  I pull it slightly out and open my fingers.  I press in this way—and my middle finger touches and caresses his second hole.

I pull out and add more lube to my bigger right hand.  Now I do with it the all the things I did with my left hand. 

Enter.

Turn.

Open.

Caress.

I stand up and sip my tea, holding it with a towel to keep the lube off the mug.  Sawyer relaxes.

I kneel and fist him again.  Alternate hands.  Back and forth.  Three or four times.

I try to add my cock with my left fist in place.  Today—the angle seems wrong, so it doesn’t happen.

I re-lube my left hand and work it into him, first forming a fist as I push in—then with an open hand.  I am standing.  I lean down, putting my head on his stomach, and inch my hand into him.  The tiniest movement feels huge to him.  I have never been so deep in Sawyer’s ass.  I keep it up, barely moving, but giving him ripples of constant pleasure.

We take a break.

I do another round of alternate hand fisting.

Soon, his hole has had enough hand.

But he’d love my load.  I clean up the excess lube off his hole and eat him out again.  My cock erects—as it can go soft when I am concentrating on my hands.  I stand up.

“Breed me, Daddy.”

I am more ready to let go of a load then I thought.  I speed up the strokes.  Sawyer squeezes the pouch of his jock.  Which makes his ass squeeze down on me.

I pull out, tasting his hole one more time.

I’m ready—I stand and just make it into him before I explode…