WOW, this is like the time I was fisted up to the elbow. What a magical ride that was! That fister knew how to slowly tickle/tap my insides
until I opened up from an internal spasm (orgasm?), then he would stroke and stroke and go on to the next deeper place and repeat the process.
He had gotten me so high that night. He was actually my dealer, who had a crush on me. When I arrived that night at midnight, I was about to just
do the deal and leave, but he said "Nobody ever wants to stay and play, they all leave immediately. So I of course felt bad for him, so I sat on that
bench they had with my dealer David on one side and his friend Andrew on the other. They started playing games with the pookie, telling me howto hold it
and each time making me take at hiT. Then we passed the pookie around. David would hiT it, shotgun it to me, Then I would hit it and shotgun it back.
Then Andrew took a hit and shotgunned to me, etc. Until I was so high I was about to puke. Then I begged David to fist me. But we did it without any lube.
Before he started I cleaned out in the shower. I remember how erotic it felt, water hitting all my erogonous zones. Once he started to fist me he handed
me a new bottle of poppers, and voila! my ass opened completely for him. He got in to the elbow, but without lube, I chickened-out at that point,
how I regretted that! I think my fisting days are over now, I can only play with my friend Dick Rambone and a few other toys as well.
Thank you to the wonderful people at Breeding Zone!