Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2015 16:10:06 -0500
From: Lyle Hastings <hastingslyle@gmail.com>
Subject: The Most Common Denominator-Chapter 8

Lyle Benton
The Most Common Denominator
Chapter 8

    Chucks hands were strong and agile. He confidently lubed up Lyle's hole
inside and out; making sure to gently push enough inside to make movement
safe and comfortable. Lyle felt himself responding to the experienced hands
by relaxing and breathing easier and more deeply.

   The result of this caused his ass to dilate and soon the combination of
Chuck's probing with his fingers and slow, deliberate, twisting movements
allowed him to fully insert his hand inside Lyle's hungry ass.

   Lyle moaned as the familiar "full" feeling over took him. He looked into
Chuck's eyes and nodded, indicating that he was ready for more. Chuck
slowly rotated his hand slightly clock-wise and back. He used a slight
punching motion, increasing the depth a little bit at a time to explore the
warm clinging hole. All the while, he studied Lyle's facial expressions and
body language for cues as to how Lyle reacted to each movement he made.

   Lyle was in heaven! He could tell that Chuck could really "read an ass"
and that Chuck was receiving as much pleasure from being the top as he was
being the bottom. There was an unmistakable connection that is the
essential component of an unforgettable fisting experience.

    Lyle fairly purred and smiled broadly as he allowed himself to fully
relax and give himself over to whatever Chuck was doing with his talented,
capable hands.

   Soon Chuck was able to gently "punch" Lyle's ass- fully pulling out his
hand then immediately re-inserting it over and over again. This action had
his hand making soft, wet sucking sounds.

   "Oh yeah!" gasped Lyle. This encouraged Chuck to speed up and move more
aggressively. He pulled out his right hand and inserted his lubricated left
hand. He alternated hands in and out and moved faster and faster.

   Lyle's ass was going crazy. He moaned loudly and his breathing came
faster and more ragged. He felt an anal orgasm building and then it hit. He
almost screamed from the intensity and his entire lower body and legs began
to tremble.

   Chuck ceased his movements and slowly slid his hands out. After waiting
for Lyle to calm down, he reinserted his hand and began to explore. Feeling
that the "second" ring was open, he looked inquisitively at Lyle's face to
see if he should continue more deeply.

   Lyle enthusiastically nodded and breathlessly whispered, "Yes. Come on
in."

   Chuck applied slight pressure, constantly monitoring Lyle's expression,
and slowly slid his hand deeper into Lyle's body. He felt the tightened
tissue yield to his efforts. Lyle signaled for him to keep moving in until
they both felt Chuck's hand slide fully into the second chamber.

   Lyle groaned loudly. This was so much more intense than shallow fisting
and required advanced experience from both the top and bottom. Some fisting
bottoms have years of experience with many different partners and never are
able to achieve this kind of depth.

   After letting Lyle get used to the new sensations his body was
experiencing, then, using slow deliberate movements, brought Lyle to
heights of ecstasy that can only be achieved by two people focused on
pleasure in this way. The slightest twist or fucking motion in this part if
the gut is magnified exponentially and is like nothing else one can
experience. It cannot be imagined: only completely understood by those who
have achieved it.

   Chuck was hugely enjoying himself and the feelings he was causing
Lyle. After some time, he could sense that Lyle was nearing fatigue and
gently withdrew his hands. He reached for the paper towels and gently an
thoroughly wiped the lube from both his hands and Lyle's body.

   Chucked help Lyle out of the sling and they embraced in a long, firm
hug. This intimacy is very deep and strong and quite unique to fisting
partners. Whispered "Thank you"s are exchanged and more often than not, a
kiss.

   Lyle's legs felt a little rubbery from being held above his body and
from the endorphins racing through his body and brain. He found a nearby
bench and they sat to catch his breath and to talk for a bit.

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