Fucking My Fist Inside S J

 My Playroom—March, 2026

 

The man I had called Sawyer (and Fist Guy when I first met him while having group sex) had wanted to come to the playroom around the time I had the flu.  He understood the need to wait.  We both wanted me in top form when we met.  As I improved, we set a date near the middle of March.

In the meantime, we emailed each other.  He’d found the blog (not a hard thing to do as it’s listed on two or three of my hook-up site profiles.)  He wondered about his blog name.  I told him I create a name for a least a modicum of anonymity.  He was mock incensed.  He had always used his name or initials in profiles, for online postings. 

So, to that end, Sawyer will now be S J… 

 

He looks great, stripping down, tossing clothes in the chair.  I sit on the flattened fuck bench.  He comes over, naked but for socks (as the cement floor is cool to cold) and kneels in front of me.  My cock is quickly out of the pouch and in his mouth.  I close my eyes and let his tongue do anything it wants to me.  He licks my shaft, my balls and my drooling cockhead.  He deep throats me again and again.

It’s too much.  I need to taste his hole.  I have him get up on all fours on the bench.  I kneel and lick down his ass crack.  The first time, I just go right on over his hole and keep licking downward.  Then I come back up—and this time I zero in on his pucker.  He groans as I batter it with my tongue.  He opens easily and my tongue goes deeper and deeper.  His hole is begging to get fucked—and I can’t wait.

I stand, my cock glistening with coconut oil.  I slip into him.  I mean to stop two thirds of the way in—but his ass just swallows me up.  Every inch is in S J’s hot hole.  I pause, the briefest of moments and begin a slow fuck.  Really opening his ass.  Coating it with the first layer of lube—and making him start to produce his own hot ass jizz.  I build rapidly.  I am fucking fast and deep.  My left boot goes up on the bench—and my cock goes into him even deeper.  S J groans.  I keep drilling.

His hole has opened fast, as is the case with many guys who love fist.  I pull out and grease up the egg headed dildo.  It slides into his hole and my cock is right on top of it.  Perfect.  His ass feels just like it did when I started.  I fuck him for some time before I bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He cleans me up, relishing the taste of his own hole.  I fuck him again, this time with the dildo on top of my cock.  It’s not as comfortable, so I slip out and reverse it so the toy is under my cock once more.

I pull the dildo out and grease up the stainless-steel oval head of the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  The coconut oil glints in the reddish light from the fixture above us.  I slide it in.  S J groans.  It’s still cool to the touch.  It heats up quickly in his hot ass.  My cock goes into him, too, right along the smooth, thin shaft.  I love it as a DP toy.  I love how my cockhead smashes into the head of it, pushing it ever deeper into S J’s willing hole.  I fuck him like this for a long time—but with frequent breaks for some ass to mouth action.  His saliva mixes with the coconut oil making a fabulously slippery lube.

We move to the sling.  I eat his wet hole.  I fuck it.  I go get the clear dildo with the black handle and slip it inside him.  He loves how full he feels with it.  But I know that he really wants fist—the toys are just a good change of pace. 

I begin greasing up my left hand.  My fingers, first two, then three, are inside him.  I grease my right now, too.  Three fingers of one hand slip in, slide out and three fingers from the other hand take their place.  Back and forth.  Now, all six go in, knuckles together and palms out.  I do a stretch.  Opening him ever more.

I regrease.  My left hand works into him.  All of it.  His ass lips clamping down on my wrist.  I stand up and my rock-hard cock slides down my wrist and enters his hole.  My cock head crosses my palm and the head goes through my fingers inside him.  I fuck this way for some time, pull out and slide in once more.

I grease up the right hand.  It takes slightly longer to get into him with my dominant hand.  I do the same thing with my cock—adding it to my fist inside him.  It is not quite as comfortable a fit, so I go back to my left and do it all again.

I kneel.  I do some more ass stretches.  Now I alternate hands.  First the left slips in, turn slightly and pulls out, followed by the entrance of the right.  Back and forth.  It makes S J pant.

I give my hands a break and grab the Seahorse, the curved toy with lots of ridges.  It must feel incredibly different after me.   He likes the curve going up—but he LOVES the curve going down.  His moans make my cock hard.  I pull the toy out and fuck him again.

I do alternate hands once more.

Now my left and my cock.

Again, to vary things, I grab the Sex Machine, the toy that looks like a dick cut off a robot.  S J pants with this one.  He takes maybe two thirds of it.  Poppers come out.  He takes more.  And more.  This mammoth toy is not quite buried in him, but damn close.

We take a rest.

When he’s back in the sling.  I work the swollen lips of his ass with my tongue.  I get very hard as I suckle on them. 

I fuck him. 

I work my left hand into him.

I re-visit most of the same toys once more.

I wipe up the excess Crisco and eat his hole once again.  My cock hardens up.  I slip into his abused ass.  He grins at me, nodding, knowing what I’m about to do. 

“Do it, Daddy.  This ass is yours…”

I slide in. 

I love the feel of his puffy hole…