Date: Thu, 23 Feb 2017 21:26:13 +1100
From: Story Teller <storytellertripplex@gmail.com>
Subject: Jon's Family and Their Friends - Chapter 7

Chapter 7 – Jon's Family and Their Friends

Recap:

After 5 minutes of Mark working this huge toy in and out of my ass, he
pulled it out with a huge flourish and announced "Dad, your ass can
definitely take my fist, so why are we messing around with toys."  Ben
squealed at this announcement.

This was the first mention we'd had of fisting, but of course, Mark was
right.  I'd been fisted regularly for about 15 years and had even taken the
occasional double fist.

Continuation:

I reasserted (some) control at this point.

"I'm not going to pretend I'm not excited by the idea of you fisting me,
but until you can demonstrate you know what you're doing, you have to
follow my instructions – with no improvising and no `Do what you're
told, whore' bravado.

"You haven't fisted anyone before, have you?"

"Well," said Mark, "Sam asked me to fist him one time, but my hands were
too big."

Ah, "Sly Sam" again, I thought.  We must invite him over more often.

"Give me your hands," I told Mark.

Mark's hands are big, bigger than mine, but that wasn't what I wanted to
check – I've definitely taken bigger hands.  While not that long, Mark's
nails were longer and rougher than I'd like, particularly given his lack of
experience.

"Go and trim your nails, as short as you can get them," I instructed.

While Mark was doing that, I went into my en suite to find some latex
gloves.  Some guys are allergic to latex and other fisting bottoms don't
like it saying their asses wear out sooner when being fisted with gloves,
but it's never worried me or my ass.  Freshly trimmed nails on the other
hand always have sharp edges and gloves, despite the thinness of the latex,
protect against the scratches and tears which may otherwise result.

I have sometimes been fisted bare handed, but only by long standing fisting
buds who I know are careful about STI testing and who know to trim their
nails at least 24 hours in advance.  And it's not just HIV/AIDS you have to
worry about.  Hep C and other nasties can be transmitted by toys, fingers
and fists.

I got Ben to assist with getting Mark gloved and J-Lubed up and I also go
him to pump some more lube up my ass.

As I wanted to see (and control) what was going on, I got us back into our
previous positions – Ben kneeling at the top of the bed with my
shoulders on his lap and my head cradled in one of his hands and Mark
sitting on the bed between my knees.

"Three and then four fingers," I told him.  "And you know how to make a
cone with all five fingers?"

"Yeah, I've seen it done ... in videos," he conceded.

"OK, take it slowly."

This time we saw the gentle almost tender side of my often boisterous and
rough son and soon he was working four fingers and his palm in and out of
my stretched hole.  My ass was humming and I was quivering with
anticipation.

"I'm ready," I told him.

Mark folded his thump into his palm and gently pushed his coned hand into
my ass.

I really enjoyed the stretch when we got the thickest part of Mark's fist.
Yum, he does have big hands, I thought, and then he was through my
sphincter and in my ass up to his wrist.

"Dad, you took his fist," said Ben.  "I've seen a few fisting vids, but
this is so much hotter."

"It's just the beginning," I replied. "Mark, push in a little further."

"I can feel your heart beat," Mark said as he pushed in further.  "Any my
fingers can feel another opening.  It feels amazing up there.  I never
realised fisting could feel so intimate and connected."

"That's the start of the colon," I told him, "but let's not go there for
the moment.  Now pull your hand back until you're mostly out of my
ass. ... And push it back in."

I again enjoyed the stretch and pressure against my prostate, both coming
and going, as Mark pulled his hand out and pushed back in again.

"Again, and push in a bit further" I told him.

Mark soon had the idea and was steadily pushing in and out of my ass.

"Now tighten up your fist – A LITTLE."

My ass was starting to hurt in such a good way I couldn't help but give
into my piggy side.

"Now really SQUEEZE your fist!"

"Ah", I groaned after he'd slammed his huge tightly gripped fist into my
ass.  "Stop for a moment."  And he did, while I caught a few deep breaths.

I was impressed by Mark's discipline and control, following my instructions
exactly, at each step.

"You want to try some punching?  OK, let's start with ten.  Lose fist at
the start then tightening your fist towards the end.  OK?"

With a nod of his head, Mark lubed up his fist again and got back into
position.  Then he pushed the first punch into my ass.  God it felt good.

Again, Mark got the idea immediately and executed with precision, counting
the punches aloud as he went.  By the time we got to ten my body was
shaking and I had to resist the urge to cry out and tell him to stop.

Again I took a few moments to recover and catch my breath.

"Another ten," I told him.

Again Mark executed with precision, counting out the punches aloud, then
pulled out and stopped.

"OK, twenty and really hard at the end,"

"Sure you can take 20, Dad?" Mark asked.  "You seemed to be struggling
towards the end of that last set."

"Just shut up and do what you're told, muscle boy," I told him.

So he promptly delivered 20 hard punches to my ass, making sure he his fist
was as tight and wide as possible, and the punches were as hard as
possible, by the end.

Be careful what you ask for, I thought to myself at the end of that.  But
then I told Mark, "Another twenty."

After that I joked about whether Mark's arm was getting tired and asked for
fifty.

"Fuck Dad.  Sure you can take that?"

"Just do it, muscle boy."

Afterwards I got Mark to punch in a couple more set of fifty.

Mark really seemed to be enjoying this competition between my ass and his
fist and was smiling the entire time.  I think he took particular pleasure
in squeezing his fist as hard as possible so that each punch was like a
bomb going off in my ass.

As is often the case with heavy assplay, I concentrated on my ass through
all this and didn't even think about my cock.  I'm pretty sure I lost my
erection despite the incredibly hot ass action and Ben playing with my
nipples while he cradled my shoulders and head.

After Mark had pushed a couple of hundred heavy punches into my ass, it had
started to hurt, in a not such good way, so I called a break.

I grabbed beers for the three of us (What the hell, Ben's 18th birthday was
coming soon.) and we all had showers.  Despite the break and the showers, I
think we were all still buzzing – I knew I was at least.  Ben and Mark
had been cuddling after re-joining me in bed and had recovered their
erections.  Mine was also coming back to life.

When I saw Mark was playing with Ben's ass with his fingers once more, I
again gave way to the inevitable.

After lubing up Ben's ass, I positioned myself at the head of the bed with
some pillows behind my back and my legs spread.  I then got Ben to bury his
face in my crotch and let Mark's cock lose on Ben's ass.  Ben used the
opportunity to play with my wrecked asshole with a couple of fingers,
gently rubbing my overstimulated prostate and playing with the newly
stretched out folds of my asslips.  Ben seemed to understand that was
exactly what I needed at that point and was also getting better as taking
my cock down his throat.

I reached around Ben's chest to play with his nipples and cock and enjoyed
the sight of Mark ploughing into Ben's ass with renewed vigour.

I didn't seem long before we all blew our loads and collapsed onto the
messed up sheets.

That was truly one night to remember.