Date: Fri, 17 Apr 2020 10:31:20 +0100 From: Stu Hadley Subject: Lockdown! - Chapter 4 Lockdown! Chapter 4 These are difficult times and good erotica can help us get through the next weeks and months of isolation and social distancing. This fantasy is how I wish I was spending my lockdown... However, before then please do whatever you can to support your local health and essential workers. They have the toughest jobs of all and deserve our backing, as do local charities (such as food banks and shelters) that provide invaluable support to the wider community. Please donate wherever and however you can. Now, onto Lee discovering the epic pleasure of fisting... ------ "See what you've been missing?" said Kris, laughing with pure joy. Lee had just sunk his fist into a mancunt for the very first time. Kris's mancunt to be precise and it was a revelation for the young and muscular top. Lee had been renting Kris's spare bedroom when the coronavirus shutdown was announced. Mistiming his travel plans, he was now trapped in London with his host. However, that wasn't necessarily a problem as the two men had felt a palpable heat at first sight. In fact, Kris had ended up on his knees servicing Lee's dick mere minutes after the insatiable and hung top had walked in. Since then the two men had co-existed in a mutually beneficial regime. Lee got top-quality blow jobs whenever he wanted, and Kris got as much cum as he could swallow. However, the mood had suddenly changed. Lee had woken with an achingly hard morning wood and he felt in dire need of a hole to fuck. By now he knew that Kris's cum hunger was so extreme that his host was a surefire thing, even if he wanted to change things up by making a deposit rather than just unloading. Lee heard Kris showering and had quietly joined him, his touch being a pleasant and welcoming surprise for the more mature bottom. Soon Lee's passionate fingers were roving with determined purpose, intent on warming Kris up for a good, hard fuck. However, Lee was totally unprepared for what he found: a puffy and slack hole. In all his years as a top he'd never felt anything like it. Part of him was disgusted - he was used to guys being much tighter - but part of him found it strangely alluring. That was all in the past though. Kris had explained to Lee that he'd been into fisting for years and had all the equipment to prove it. Now he was lying back in his sling with Lee's virgin fist embedded deep inside his hole. It had been the quickest start to a session Kris had ever experienced, with Lee's large fists seamlessly pushing into his sloppy hole in one determined and perfectly fluid movement. Some might have thought it was cocky of a bottom to laughingly tell a top who had a fist in their butt what they'd been missing. Not Kris though. He could tell from Lee's eyes exactly where the top was at: giddy with new-found pleasure! Kris then delivered the coup de grâce, squeezing his pussy muscles to ripple his cunt around the top's hairy wrists. The sensation genuinely made Lee weak at the knees. How had he not known that sex could be like this?! That joy gave Kris huge hope for the rest of their lockdown together. If Lee bought the same insatiable energy to fisting as he did to face-fucking then Kris was a truly lucky man. Hell, they'd both be! "Fucking hell, man! That feels amazing!" grinned Lee. He was basking in the newfound pleasure of being so intimately inside another man. That joy meant he couldn't hold back for a moment and he started vigorously rotated his wrist so he could explore the full potential of Kris's hole. "Hey, steady there, cowboy!" said Kris, gently but with determination. Lee immediately held back and asked what was wrong. "It's nothing... don't worry. It's just you opened me up pretty quick. Sometimes it takes a while for the body to catch-up. I just need a moment to relax..." It was true, Lee had entered uncommonly fast, even given Kris's years of experience. There hadn't been any of the usual warm-up of toys and the like, just Lee's single-minded intensity to get things started. Now Kris needed time to adjust to the large hand that was buried inside him. The top gave an appraising glance. "You were the one who said he was hungry for my fists. Maybe you took me so quick because you want me to wreck your cunt, yes?" Lee's words were said with such certainty that the truth was impossible to escape. Kris really did want to be wrecked, ruined and destroyed. But surely that was all just fantasy? As they talked, Lee maintained a constant and intense pressure inside of Kris. Did the top know he was pushing forwards? Did he know how intense the bottom was finding the entire experience? Kris honestly wasn't sure. Lee was completely new to fisting and a less-confident guy might have been backing off right now. Not Lee though. His determination was infectiously horny. Kris decided to abandon logic and reason and simply go with it. If in doubt a big hit of poppers was always the answer! Lee watched Kris huff intently. Warm flesh was enveloping his hand like nothing he'd ever experienced before. The feeling was so good that his fist hadn't left Kris's cunt since he'd pushed his way in. His hand was gripped, caressed and totally immersed, all of his nerve endings in total overdrive. That meant he honestly never wanted to leave. He looked around and became aware of his reflection in the mirror that had been so expertly positioned before they'd started. His naked body looked strong and powerful, full of energy. However, it was the sight of his forearm buried inside another man that really bought him to life. He suddenly felt a new purpose soar through him: to obliterate Kris's cunt, right here and right now... He eagerly waited for the poppers to kick-in and dilate Kris's pussy. There it was! He felt relaxation and the top immediately started fully testing the limits of lubrication, friction, and wear. It all seemed to come naturally to him. He twisted, rotated, pushed and pulled. There wasn't a movement his hand didn't try in finding out just what was possible inside the poppered-up bottom. All this time Lee's hand had not left Kris's cunt once, so eager was it to stay inside its new home. However, he had to pull out eventually to apply more lube (not least urged on by Kris to help keep things moving). As he finally did it came with a monstrous revelation. Kris's well-used hole didn't close up. It was now open with lips that were flaring wide. "Holy fuck! Does your cunt always look like this?!" said the astonished top. Kris couldn't help but feel pride. "Yeah, I gape and get puffy pretty quick these days. Can't help it." Lee's earlier worries about how hot he'd find Kris's well-developed hole were abandoned and reappraised. The juicy cunt in front of him was a work of art, a living masterpiece. He suddenly became obsessed, his only goal to make it bigger, to make it his. He lubricated, manipulated and sought to dilate Kris's slack ring as much as possible. Lee's teasing fingers along the edge of his pussy drove the bottom wild but soon Kris was begging for the top re-insert his full fist and get to work again. He begged for his hole to be used for oblivion or until eternity, whichever was longer. Kris was completely lost in the moment. That heat meant Lee went all in. Coached by Kris in some of the finer techniques (just how hard should a cunt punch be? should a clenched fist be removed gently or forcibly yanked back?) it turned into an epic session. A session that unlocked a permanent hunger in Lee to stretch and destroy mancunt. He seemed to be a man possessed, dominating Kris's hole in every way possible. To a soundtrack of deep huffs, contented sighs and outrageous moans of ecstasy, Lee ffucked his heart out. Their wasn't a single inch of Kris's cunt that wasn't used and wrung out. Kris didn't holdback as he wanted to show the capabilities of his hole off for the eager and determined top. Was it possible that Kris's pride in his cunt might have set slightly unrealistic expectations for the future? Maybe... That was all for later though. Right now both were feeling an amazing connection and intensity, every movement of Lee's hands firing a million nerve endings and bringing immutable pleasure. All the qualities that made him an insatiable spunk machine were now on full display. Intensity. Passion. Commitment. Dedication. Ruthlessness. Stamina. It had to end eventually though. Lee knew he was doing good work - the thick cum oozing out of Kris's dick and through the fabric of his jock had to be a good sign, right? In fact, Kris had experienced multiple pussygasms, blinding moments of intensity that had literally forced the spunk right out of his body. The brief moments he tried to get Lee to slow down so he could recover, but the horny top compelled him forwards. Eventually - finally! - it got too much and Lee could no longer ignore his aching and dripping dick any more. He'd held off from touching his cock for so long, knowing that even the slightest touch might tip him over the edge. However, he couldn't hold off any longer. He took his dick in his spare inked hand and jerked off in sync with his cunt punches, an epic display of hand-to-eye coordination. Thick ropes of scalding cum shot from Lee's giant cock, with the intensity of a man who felt like he'd been edging for hours and hours. It was the most intense orgasm of Lee's life, leaving him barely able to move or talk. His mind completely fried by his despunking and leaving him dazed. Slowly he came back round, Kris showing concern but also joy from what they'd just experienced. "You okay there, stud? That was pretty intense!" he asked with a smile. "Fuck, that was like nothing else!" Lee replied, suddenly realising that his hand was still inside the brutalised bottom. A wave of guilt came from nowhere and overcame him. He'd used Kris without abandon, so carried away that he'd been unable to hold back. Wanting to make amends, he gently and slowly rotated his hand to retrieve it. He immediately saw contentment come over Kris's face again. Maybe he was worrying too much? This pig seemed to be ruled by fist (and cum, of course!). He knew he'd done good. "Was that okay? Did I do good for a first timer?" he asked, continuing to gently massage Kris from the inside out. "Man alive, that was fucking amazing! Some of the best fist I've ever taken" said a very satisfied bottom. Right now he was basking in the after-glow of having a well-used hole and the continuing sensations from Lee's fists. He felt a contentment that only a true fist-pig can experience. "I wasn't too intense, right?" asked Lee. "I was worried I got a bit carried away at times." "God no! I can never have too much fist!" Kris said, sealing his fate forever. ------ Next: things proceed at a gentler pace but one that sets a worrying precedent... ------ If you'd like to read more new work from any of the wonderful and truly inspiring authors who contribute to this invaluable resource then please donate to Nifty so they can continue to publish our stories. In the meantime, comments and suggestions are welcome at stuhadley77@gmail.com and my previously published stories are: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-first-hand-school/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-reintegration-centre/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-curse-of-troy-fletcher/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/the-wish