One day I received an offer to participate in a fisting session. Fisting is extreme for me. I am not yet ready for this type of sex, and my hole is not trained enough. I have never been in a passive role and do not intend to be in the near future. However, I can be active in fisting, when I turn my hand into a large cock. I have always been fascinated by men, sometimes young, sometimes mature, who are able to take a large clenched fist, or even extra-large objects inside themselves. I like to watch my hand sink deep into their bodies, being tightly squeezed by warm, soft, mucous tissues. The passive partner enjoys the pleasure, while I enjoy feeling my hand, or even my forearm, greedily enveloped by invisible, dark softness. Thus, I agreed without hesitation.

There would be not one, but two bottom guys with bubble butts to be fisted. They always go to sex parties together as a team, as they like to watch each other being fucked in one way or another. One is younger, the other older. The community says they are so professional in their matter, as if they had completed studies in the secrets of fisting—they so masterfully squeeze and gape their black holes, as if they were mere mouths.

I carefully trimmed and filed my nails. We wouldn't be using rubber gloves—most people don't like them, just like condoms, and they make the pleasure "sterile" and less real, especially since the risk of sexually transmitted diseases is much lower in this case. My palms and fists are of medium (M) size, but among the tops I know there are also "farmers" with such large paws that not all fisting bottoms are able to "swallow" them. And those who finally let them in are either transported to the seventh heaven or... walk around with a sore ass for two weeks.

I arrived at an apartment in a nine-story building in our capital city. I found the apartment easily. Both bottoms were already wandering around the rooms with their tempting booties that had been carefully prepared in advance, washed, scrubbed, enemaed, shaved, lubricated with anal cream and perfumed. They were nothing short of paragons in hygiene. The room was equipped with all the necessary "artillery": a whole series of super-thick, butter-like lubes, a cooling gel to numb the anus, the same anal spray, and a few anal toys just in case. The bottom guys ran around wearing jockstraps from famous brands tight on their buttocks. One adorned his chest with a special harness with shiny buckles.

The tops gathered as well, eagerly offering their hard-working hands to be devoured and then completely lost to the abysmal slurping asses.

The session began. The bottoms, like young colts, obediently crouched on the edge of the bed on all fours, dishing up their experienced hardened asses. It was obvious that they did special exercises at the gym to tone their butts. And their holes were as different as their faces.

One was refined with anal bleaching cream from the Netherlands; the other one was half-open, wrinkled, darker in colour, apparently torn many times in various directions, cracked and then healed, and therefore "experienced." This "older" asshole did not close completely, but only narrowed the gape, gasping like a fish thrown out of water. Obviously, the owner loved it very much and often engaged it with all kinds of plugs, vibrators, speculums, carrots, bananas (just like the notorious nuns in the joke), long cucumbers, broomsticks, bottles, and other elongated objects. This guy was a genuine long-time fisting expert. He posted his photos on foreign pornographic websites.

This man had reached such a level that he could bend a double-ended dildo in half and insert both its ends, stretching his hole into an elliptical shape, or, more often, ride two cocks, inserted simultaneously, without any fuss—his butt did not feel overstretched, and his top partners, rubbing their dicks in the same anus, experienced extraordinary, mind-blowing orgasms. Men with such abilities are extremely hard to find in our country. Therefore he is highly valued and well-known in the community and all of kinky Lithuania used to fuck him with their fists, objects and penises.

The other guy was younger, carefully looking after his hole and putting it to good use. Nature blessed him with very elastic anal muscles, so it didn't take him much effort, let alone anal tears, to get his hole used to fisting subtleties. All he needed was to relax, as well as the right tools. His hole would expand as much as needed, adapting to the shape of the hand being inserted, and when the hand was removed, it would quickly close without any side effects. It was simply made for fisting, so much so he could employ it for the money.

One jockstrap was blue, the other yellow. The pouches were hidden to make them more tempting.

Being the first in line, I sprayed both holes, which had been offered for use, with a relaxant. Then I smeared them with cooling gel. After a few minutes I took a generous amount of white, buttery mass from a half-liter can, rubbed it on my hands, applying it up to my elbows. I wondered how deep their asses would take me this time. Sometimes, those with shorter and smaller hands push their arms almost up to their armpits, as if wishing to get into the asses being fisted like into caves.

Later I applied white mass on the asses so generously that it started dripping onto black, waterproof sheets intended for sex games. The men's jockstraps got immediately "buttered." At first, I did some fingering. I inserted my slender designer fingers into both holes, wiggling and massaging them from inside. The holes began to open up, unsuspicious of anything bad. Before long, I was able to fit two and then three fingers, and finally my hand up to my knuckles. The guys gradually began to moan, asking for 'deeper, deeper'. At that time, the other two tops were actively filming the session with their phones, now praising the bottom guys, now urging me to get down to "serious" work.

I kept adding more lube. When I saw that the holes were eagerly gaping, waiting for something to devour, I slowly and carefully pushed my hands into the men's butts—both at the same time. There was a slurping sound—both my hands sank up to my wrists into rosy flesh. It was a very strange sight to see my hands stuck in people's... asses. It's not a natural place for them to be. The sight was really kinky and arousing. I could only imagine what the bottoms felt—judging by the sounds, they must be satisfied. I moved and wriggled my hands, which were firmly swallowed by the anuses, clenching and unclenching my fists.

Then I slowly pulled my hands out. The assholes gradually closed. They gasped, wanting more, harder, more intensely. It was my duty to give it to them. I put my hands back in, moved them around, fisted the holes and rectums. The bottoms adored it. They started moving their butts, fucking themselves on my outstretched hands, pushing back and forth on them. The guys were literally getting high. No wonder the fabric of their pouches, hiding their naughty joysticks, got wet too.

The further we went, the more we dared and trusted each other. The anuses readily accepted my fists with protruding knuckles. I pushed my clenched fists deeper and deeper into the bottoms‘ asses up to my elbows. It felt like I reached their guts or stomachs — I could have explored and felt their entire intestines instead of a medical probe.

Later I quickened my movements and made them rougher. I would suddenly and forcefully punch the gaping asshole, while it would absorb my "blow" into itself, "neutralizing" it like some kind of a mini-black hole. My hands dived and plunged where the sun don‘t shine. Being inside, I would clench and unclench my fists. It was crucial to pull them out clenched, because then the abused anuses would stretch to the maximum, and their owners would be flooded with waves of uncontrollable pleasure. At times I would insert my fists at the same time, and sometimes I would insert one and pull out the other, as if in boxing or kneading dough. The bottoms moaned and groaned, moving back and forth. My hands were submerged in slimy gel.

Then the boys turned around and asked me to caress them with my hands pulled right out of their asses. I am a good uncle, I do not deny pleasure to those who beg for it. So with my palms sticky and slimy from both the lube I stroked their hair, touched their faces, scratched their ears. Later on, like grateful puppies, they licked my hands and shared the saliva with each other. I even got a boner from watching that scene.

Then it was the turn of the other two tops. The bottoms being fisted lay down on their backs, their asses in the air. Their holes, which I had stretched open, gaped like sewer drains. The tops immediately got down to the main business of fist-fucking without any intro. They pushed and shoved their hands deep inside the bottoms‘ bodies, further stretching their intestines and holes. The bottoms moaned in unison, closing their eyes in heavenly bliss.

'Put your foot in my ass!' one of them cried out in a lustful voice. I took off my shoe, covered my foot with butter lube, and shoved it into his ass up to the heel. I moved it around inside, wiggling my toes.

'Put your shoe in my ass!' shouted the second one. The sneaker didn't fit, but one man‘s simple light shoe went in almost halfway.

I had been rubbing my erect penis against the bottoms‘ faces for some time. Then they suddenly pulled down their jockstraps and took out their cocks. One of them, with the top‘s hand actively exploring his "inner cosmos", started to urinate on his stomach in intermittent streams. Seeing this, the other started shouting, 'Piss! Piss!' The bottom told the top to pound his hole as hard as possible with his fist while he himself began to piss on himself continuously. The urine flowed over his stomach and down the sides.

Aroused by this unexpected sight, I shouted, 'Piss on my head!' and put my freshly washed hair under the stream of urine. Piss got into my ears and mouth. Not gonna wash my hair—I'd go home like this. Then I licked all the piss with my tongue, and cleaned it off his stomach with my beard, greatly exciting the helpless fuckee, "impaled" on the fucker‘s hand.

The other one started to wank at the scene. He wasn't able to piss during sex, so he generously splashed himself with cum as if he had been celibate for a year. I also licked his sperm and collected it with my beard hairs.

In the end, when everyone was exhausted, the fist-fuckers finally pulled their hands out of the insatiable assholes and came on the faces of the fist-fucked bottoms. Yes, this way semen is put to the best use possible. I didn't lag behind either. Then, all covered in piss and cum, the five of us licked and French-kissed one another, wiping our palms on our bodies.

We had a smoke in the balcony, some with stretched assholes, some with jerked-off dicks. After that we washed our hands and bodies, asses and cocks, but not faces, hair or beards. I came back home with my head like that and smell like that, and I even went to bed without a shower.

Oh, how those smells make me horny!