The invitation to the New Year’s Eve party arrived, same as every year, although I always politely declined as it was really not my scene.  This year however, having no other plans, I decided I would at least make an appearance then go on my way.  At the same time, there was a much deeper motive … only because I had an insanely intense desire to get a fist into me and if it were to happen, this would certainly be the place.

By the time I arrived, it was well after ten thirty in the evening and the party had been in full swing for hours.  Everyone was in an extremely festive mood and dressed for the occasion, some quite over the top at that, and there was a crowd hanging out in the main area with everyone having a good time.  I could also tell that there were some things going on in some of the other rooms as well as in the basement and although part of me was a bit curious, I wasn’t actually so sure that I really wanted to know what was actually going on, although I did know that in the basement, participation was certainly encouraged.

I hung out in the main area for a while and had a beer … then another … gathering my courage before finally walking into the kitchen and approaching an individual who was leaning against the far counter.  I assured myself that it was almost a sure thing, only because he made it known to someone that he ‘so wanted to get his fist into me’, and more than once at that, and this person just happened to pass the information along to me, jokingly of course, because he thought that I would never seem to have anything to do with it.

Taking a deep breath, I grasped his hand and discreetly placed a carefully folded item in his palm … a purple nitrile glove … then curled his fingers closed, balling up his hand while telling him I would gladly take him up on his very generous offer … tonight … right now … the entire time silently praying that I would not be politely declined, my request subtle but my intent, crystal clear.

He thought about it for a long couple of seconds then almost to my surprise, agreed.  I felt my excitement instantly growing as I realized I was about to be getting fisted by someone I barely knew – and if the rumors were true, to be very good at it.

As inconspicuously as possible, we casually made our way to the master bedroom down the end of the hall and into the adjoining bathroom, knowing it was available, slipping inside the spacious room after hanging a bright red bandana on the doorknob indicating that the room was ‘in use’, while sending a message that it could be a little while, and the occupants would prefer to not be disturbed, although I knew that when it happened, it was going to have to be done rather quickly.

The ensuing conversation was very short and polite as I proceeded to unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans, sliding them down along with my underwear, all in one motion as nonchalantly as possible, in an attempt to treat this exchange no more differently than my yearly physical exam with the doctor … pants down, getting a gloved and lubed finger up the ass, moving around a bit, pulling out, pants back up, leaving the office with a slick hole … except this would be very different indeed …  instead of a single finger, it would be the entire hand … and instead of my prostate being gently pressed and prodded … it would probably end up being completely pounded on, while at the same time, hoping that he would not pick up on my increasing nervousness, especially where this was just so out of character for me.

Bending over against the front of the vanity and resting my forearms on the hard countertop, I sensed a firm snugness around my upper body, realizing I was still wearing my leather jacket, forgetting to take it off where everything up to this point happened so fast.  Too late to do anything about it, I stayed where I was and anxiously waited, while he slipped the glove onto his hand, pulled it tight, and covered it with a good amount of lube from a large bottle that was conveniently left out on the countertop, right next to a bowl of condoms, thinking to myself that I was as ready as I could ever be, not believing it was going to actually happen, feeling the increasingly slick wetness oozing from my currently closed hole; an almost predictable result of the incredibly excessive amount of lube I had so eagerly inserted barely an hour earlier.

I heard him say, “Never expected it.  Ever done it before?”

“Yeah”, I replied.

“Full Fist?”

“Yeah”

“Really? … huh … never thought”, then, “are you ready?”

“Yeah”, was my reply, knowing the question had two meanings – the first, did I prepare myself, and the second, was I actually ready for it.

I had convinced myself that I was definitely ready because I had spent the earlier part of the evening preparing with a nice wet enema, then gently stretching myself out with my Big Red Plug, because I wanted to be a little open, but hopefully not too loose, wishing I got the balance between the two because I really wanted to savor the nice stretch then totally feel the fill.

And just before I left for the party, I had injected a good amount of Boy Butter deep inside my tunnel with a syringe I used for just that specific purpose, guaranteeing that I would be slick as all hell if and when the time came.

In a matter of seconds, I felt a smooth, slick, glove-covered finger sliding in … then multiple fingers, testing my readiness, soon after, followed by all the fingertips giving me a nice stretch open, again asking if I was ready.

I knew this was going to be interesting as I have never taken a fist while standing – it always happened on a bed, typically in one of my favored positions, mostly on knees and forearms, sometimes hands and knees, and the very rare occasion, on my back.  Also, given the situation this was going to be a real ‘quickie’ – again, something I would never really consider, always enjoying a nice gentle extended warm-up and stretching out before finally relinquishing myself to a nice, long play session.

Assuring him once again that I was ready as I tried to relax, willing myself to just open up and hopefully just letting the hand easily slide right inside.

Instantly I was feeling all the fingers, followed by the knuckles as he pushed his hand partway in and twisted it a couple of times, stretching me out and spreading the lube, then all at once all I could feel was the incredible stretching sensation - sudden and intense - one that had me right up on my tiptoes when he started to push really hard as he began the Big Push In, causing me to grasp the sink with both hands and brace myself, while at the same time sucking in my breath between grit teeth as he slowly and steadily began to drive his hand into me, my helping it in, only because I wanted it in me in the worst way possible, by pushing out and forcing my ass-ring to open right up around it while shifting my body back against his hand, instantly being rewarded with that incredible sliding sensation, feeling his hand starting to penetrate, then entering me, although not without some effort and difficulty and not stopping until it was completely inside, with him curling his fingers and forming a full fist one almost smooth motion, instantly and completely filling me up as I let myself back down to the countertop, leaning on my forearms, realizing that his fist was definitely bigger than I expected – and much bigger than the fist that I was so accustomed to taking on a regular basis.

I didn’t have to worry if I was going to be tight enough and not too loose.  I could tell after a minute or so when he began to move his fist around, slowly twisting side to side with some effort, the dragging sensation confirming that I was definitely tight … and really tight, at that … and at the same time, I could tell that I was really, really slick.

It started with a nice, slow, back and forth pumping motion, his fist now beginning to slide around inside my very snug tunnel a little easier, especially once all the lube inside started to disburse as I forced myself to relax and felt myself begin to loosen up a little bit.

He went at it for some time, how long, I really don’t know because I was in such a zone, feeling his good-sized fist moving around inside of me, giving me a nice solid fisting session before I heard a far-away voice asking if I had had enough.  I just nodded and held my breath as he slowly pulled out his entire fist, that nice-sized, balled-up hand giving me the longest, biggest, slickest stretch on the way out, instantly leaving me feeling very empty but at the same time, strangely satisfied.

After peeling off the glove, he slipped out the door and left me alone in the bathroom to recompose myself before quietly rejoining the party, finding out that it was now only five minutes before the toll of midnight.

The New Year rang in with my asshole feeling every bit of the session, quite pleasantly sore, my ass-ring having a nice smoldering burn from the incredible long hard stretch in, and the much bigger stretch out, the slick wet sensation of excess lube seeping out of my partially gaping hole which was starting to saturate my underwear, the familiar pulsing and throbbing feelings from deep within, all resulting from having been quickly expanded, rubbed slightly raw and somewhat pummeled from the intensely fast session – one of which I had never experienced the likes of before.

After the ball dropped, I subtly lifted my glass to him from across the room and mouthed a simple “thanks” before quietly sliding out the back door and calling it a night, having gotten much, much more than I ever expected from the evening.

Good, as always.
Thanks, and K+

Thanks all!  I'm not sure if this was my best written, but the experience was just so awesome ... had to share with those that would appreciate. ~f