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Fisting

This story, and the one's that follow, have a grain of real life experiences in them, but I've elaborated on them significanty so they really are little more than fiction. But I hope you enjoy reading them. The usual warnings apply. This story involves sex between consenting adults. If you're not over 18 or it is i*****l to read this where you live, then please do not continue any further. You have been warned. Fisting. The word alone seems to instantly divide gay men into two camps. Those who do or are interested and those who don't. Some simply aren't interested and leave it at that. But others take a highly negative and critical view of those who do. I'm not sure how or why this attitude came about but I suspect it is due to a view of fisting as inherently linked with an image of big hairy men in leather who swear, curse and spit at each other. Hands are rammed in arses in scenes that are almost bordering on psychotic. I've been fisted many times and none of my experiences fit with those I've seen on screen. This is my story. Firstly a little about myself. I'm in my early 40s. I'm white, slim build, with a little chest hair which I usually shave off. I work out several times a week, a mixture of cardio and weights. I'm lean but not thin. I have some muscles but no-one would call me muscular. My cock is cut and an average six inches. I'm average height, about 5'7". I have relatively small hands although I didn't see how advantageous that would be if one got into fisting. ...

... I'm not entirely sure how my interest in fisting began. I knew what fisting was, but the one time I had seen it on a video, it seemed so extreme and the actors so unlike myself, that it never seemed an option worth exploring. When I was in my late 30s, my boyfriend at the time and I enjoyed using dildos. One was at the upper end of the human spectrum but none were outrageously enormous. Given we were both versatile and loved to switch roles, especially with dildos, we always douched as it made for some lengthy and fun sessions. It all began during one session about five years ago. He'd already fucked me with his 7" uncut dick and I was now fucking Ed with a mid-sized dildo. Ed was also white, and a similar age, but was little taller and stockier. He had a bit of hair on his chest, but nothing extreme. I was lying next to him, facing him, my right hand between his legs and moving the dildo in and out of his arse. We were kissing passionately, our tongues dancing in each other's mouth, as I fucked him. His arse had really loosened up and he just writhed in ecstasy when I would pull the dildo almost completely out and then push it back in. Sometimes, I would tease his hole with the tip of the dildo, he arse lips almost pouting to get it back in and then, just as suddenly, shove it back in. After quite a while, I pulled the dildo out and set it aside and gently caressed his hole with my fingers. "You want me to finger your arse babe?" "Oh yeah," he replied. "Play with my hole." I ...