Date: Wed, 1 Mar 2017 21:19:46 +1100 From: Story Teller Subject: Jon's Family and Their Friends - Chapter 10 Chapter 10 – Jon's Family and Their Friends With Mark out action, or at least distracted, I decided to organise a fisting session for me and Ben with my old fisting pal Steve. Steve is a completely hot, lean, dark haired guy a couple of years younger than me. While he's definitely attractive, what I've always liked most about him is his confident relaxed manner and his ability to work a bottom like a concert violinist playing a Stradivarius. The fact that his hands aren't too big, and indeed are smaller than mine, was also a consideration. Initially, Steve couldn't quite believe what I was telling him when I phoned about a possible session with me and Ben. But at the end he agreed once I summarised the situation down to a couple of sentences: my younger 17 year old son wants to be fisted – badly; I completely trust Steve and know he won't hurt Ben; if I don't organise something straight away Ben will probably ask his big brother who has big hands and limited fisting experience; and if neither Mark, Steve nor I fist Ben pretty soon, I'm sure he'll find some random guy through the internet. Although I'd never introduced them, I think he'd seen Ben at some point and knew Ben was a slim and attractive blond, so it really wasn't that hard a sell, at the end of the day. And we'd been playing together for a long time, so he knew I was being straight up about the situation. And what fisting top doesn't like the idea taking a blond twink's fisting cherry? We agreed the session would be Saturday afternoon at Steve's place – so we could use his sling. (And avoid Emma complications, I thought to myself.) I knew Ben had been working his hole daily with a range of huge toys he'd borrowed from me, so I was pretty relaxed about how the evening would pan out. Ben was seriously thrilled when I told him I'd organised for us meet up with an old fisting bud, but then was noticeably on edge until the big day rolled around. When Saturday was upon us, we again prepped in my en suite bathroom, taking turns to douche out our holes, and then I drove us across to Steve's place. Steve opened the door wearing a leather harness, tiny leather shorts with a zip fly and Doc Martens books. Ben clearly loved Steve's lean but muscular chest, abs, legs and arms, and was barely through the door before he was on his knees unzipping Steve's shorts. I left them to it while I took the beers I'd brought into the kitchen and opened one for each for us. "Nice work with your mouth, kid. You definitely take after your old man," I heard Steve tell Ben while I was on the way back from the kitchen. Ben was beamed with delight following this compliment. Once we'd pulled Ben off Steve's cock, introductions were made and it was agreed that Ben would have first crack at the sling. I think this was the first time Ben had actually seen a sling "in the flesh" and he couldn't wait to climb into it. And I think it was also the first time he used poppers. Steve asked me to "open things up" with my cock while he went to the toilet and got prepared, so I J-Lubed up Ben's ass and my cock and slammed my cock into his ass as hard as I could for a couple of minutes. I definitely wouldn't say I "couldn't feel the sides", but with Ben concentrating on relaxing and opening his ass up in preparation for fisting and all the ass training, his ass was definitely much looser than the first time I'd fucked him a couple of months earlier. When Steve was ready I pulled out and moved to the other end of the sling behind Ben's head. Steve pulled up a stool and got to work lubing up his gloved hands and Ben's ass. "You've got a beautiful ass, kid. It's going to be even more beautiful shortly," Steve the ass artist announced. "Steve, I want your hands so much," Ben responded. It wasn't long before Steve was alternating four fingers from each of this hands in Ben's ass and then using both hands to stretch Ben's asslips apart. "Yeah, you're right Jon. This hole is ripe for fisting," said Steve. "Give him a snort of amyl." I opened the brown bottle up and held it to Ben's right nostril while closing the other with my thumb. "Breathe deeply," I told him. I then I repeated with the other nostril. Steve had been watching carefully and had his coned hand knuckles deep in Ben's ass. When he saw that first wave of amyl induced euphoria wash over Ben, he gently pushed his fist up into Ben's ass and Ben wasn't a fisting virgin anymore. "Wow, that feels amazing," Ben said. "What're you doing?" "Kid, I've got my fist wrist deep in your ass. What did you think I was doing?" "That feels great, but I'd expected some pain." "Don't worry, there'll be some pain, at some point, if that's what you want. But I think you've done a pretty good job at prepping for today. I don't think I've ever seen a cherry ass crying out for fist as much as yours was." And with that, Steve started working one fist and then the other into Ben's ass. When he judged that Ben was ready he stared gently working his fist in and out of Ben's ass in a light punching motion with me providing further amyl hits. It's wasn't too intense in my judgement, but was enough to send novice Ben off to a different world where all he could do was moan and make funny sounds and ask for more. As I said, Steve is a real artist. After about half an hour of this, Steve pulled his fist out of Ben's ass, pulled off his gloves and asked me to help him get Ben out of the sling. Ben was fully conscious and aware but a bit overwhelmed by the assplay (and the associated adrenaline surges) and his first experience of amyl and so was also a bit wobbly when we go him up onto his feet. "Not so much amyl next time," I suggested. "Agreed," responded Steve. Steve and I propped Ben him up on the sofa with a glass of water and let him recover while I pulled myself with practiced easy up into the sling. Steve then demonstrated his dexterity by moving straight from cherry busting newbie mode to hardened assplayer pounding. Steve and I had been playing together for years, so he knew exactly what my ass liked and could take. After squirting a huge load of lube up my ass, Steve pushing his right fist through my asslips pretty quickly and then moved straight on to greater depth. Within minutes he was well and truly into my colon and my asslips were two thirds the way down his forearm. "Shit Dad," said Ben, who'd recovered pretty quickly. "Are you going to take his arm to the elbow?" "Steve's pretty much in control here. Ask him," I responded. One of the things I liked about Steve was that I could leave him in complete control and just enjoy myself. "Steve?" asked Ben. "Ha, I guess it's my day for taking requests. Do you want to see your old man take an elbow? Or how about a double fist?" said Steve. "Fuck, Dad as taken your elbow? Double fist? Can you do both?" "OK, we'll see what we can do," Steve said with a laugh. And so that's what Steve did, first working his arm in up to his elbow then backing off so that he could work his second fist into my ass at the same time. And then going back to depth again. And then two fists again. I don't have the widest hips and my pelvic girdle isn't huge so it's only guys with smaller hands who can get two hands into my ass. Steve's hands are just perfect for this purpose, but I still really feel it each time a second hand slides into my already fisted ass. Each time it's a Madonna moment – like being fucked for the very first time. Soon I was the one off on a different planet and not really following what was going on. At some point I realised that Ben was standing behind my head, was playing with my nipples and urging Steve on. But Steve knew when I needed a break and pointedly ignored Ben's urging of him to keep punching into my hole. Now it was Steve and Ben's turn to help me down from the sling. I couldn't remember when Steve had last worked my ass over so well. Maybe he was showing off for the benefit of my pretty twink son Ben. "You want to have another go, kid?" Steve asked Ben with a slightly evil glint in his eye. "Shit yeah," replied Ben. "After seeing that, my cunt is really twitching!" And so Ben hopped back into the sling and let Steve help with getting his feet into the leather hoops above Steve's shoulders. This time Steve was actually gentler in his approach to Ben's ass. After getting his fist all the way into Ben's ass, Steve leaned forward to take Ben's soft cock into this month. Steve then gently worked his fist back and forth in Ben's ass while sucking on his cock to hardness and then taking Ben's nice sized cock all the way to his pubes. Five minutes of this and Ben was well on his way to orgasm. I joined in by playing with Ben's nips, kissing his beautiful mouth and forcing my tongue as far down his throat as possible. When Ben blew Steve let Ben's huge load dribble down his lips and chin and drip onto his chest. I think he liked my boy, as he had a huge smile on this face. "That was awesome," Ben announced. "But what about you guys?" "Don't worry, kid," Steve told him. "That's coming up next!" It was my turn to climb back into the sling, but this time Steve didn't resume his seat on the stool. Instead he told Ben that he had to "do the honours". He helped Ben to glove and lube up and told Ben to slide his hand into my stretched out hole, which Ben did with only a couple of grunts from me. And then he told Ben to suck me off in the same way Steve had just sucked Ben off. Always a quick learner, Ben soon had my cock in his mouth and was gently massaging my overstimulated prostate with his up my ass fist. Given the extremeness of the assplay earlier, it took my cock a while to respond, but following Steve's instructions, Ben kept at it, and soon my cock was hard and I was on the way to an orgasm. With Ben bent over with his fist in my ass and his mouth on my cock, Ben's ass was perfectly placed for Steve to fuck. And that's what Steve did after slipping on a condom and one glove. Ben's ass was already well lubed and stretched out so Steve's cock slipped in through Ben's puffy asslips with no difficulty at all. As much as Steve enjoyed a squishy and loose fuckhole, he thought Ben might appreciate something more, so he slipped a couple of his gloved fingers into Ben's ass alongside his cock. And he was right – Ben was soon grunting away in time to Steve's strokes. Meanwhile, at the other end of Ben's body, Ben was re-doubling he efforts at massaging my stretched out ass and sucking off my hard cock. Even though he had only cum minutes before Ben was soon hard too. While his right hand was busy up my ass, he was still able to pull at his cock with his left. Soon all three of us were grunting our ways to pretty much simultaneous and absolutely monumental orgasms. I certainly saw stars afterwards and had to reach around and grab hold of Ben's wrist to stop him moving within my spasming ass. Hey Guys, if you're enjoying this story, can you please make a donation to help keep Nifty going. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html