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  • Lessons from my fisting dad
  • I am in my Dad's room. My parents are divorced. I am living with my Dad. I am young and horny and very curious. My Dad is at work (or so i think). Being the horny kid that I am - I am snooping around my father's bedroom hoping to find some porno. After going through his drawers, under the bed and not having any luck, I go to his closet. Above the rack of hanging clothes is a single shelf with folded sweaters and a couple of shoe boxes stacked on top of each other. I pull the boxes down, place them on the floor, open it up. Finally. I find what I have been searching for. My teen dick is hard, stretching my underwear and causing a noticeable bulge on my jeans. I flip through the other shoe boxes. Score. Even more VHS tapes, all home-made, copies with strange titles like DILDO BOOT BIGS, MO BIGGA BUTT, HANDBALL MARATHON, POWERFIST, PIGS AT THE HOIST, countless others. A lot of fisting in the titles which captures my teen, horny curiosity. My dick is straining. In the third box, I find surprisingly (I'm shocked actually) some dildos of various sizes and a small, fat dildo (which I'll learn later is a butt plug; I am 17 after all). Also in this box is a jar of Crisco and a small tube of something called body slide, some lube or something.

    I spread the contents of the boxes on the floor. Man, my dick is getting so fucking excited! I strip out of my clothes, just throwing them on the floor. My Dad's room is somewhat large. There is a large, king size bed against one wall, with a dark, wood headboard and a nightstand at each side. Across from that is a large dresser with a huge mirror facing the bed. Beside that is a large screen TV and VCR. On the left side of the bed is a big leather club chair with a matching ottoman. And beside that is a big tall dressing mirror - one of those that swings. My Dad likes to sleep in late so the windows are all covered with dark curtains to block off the morning sun. It's very private.

    My dick is throbbing. I grab one of the video tapes, DOCTOR'S ORDERS and pop it in the VCR and press play. I grab the remote and look at one of the boxes and grab the small tube of lube. I jump into my Dad's bed, sitting up with my knees bent forward, my legs spread wide. On the screen, this hot "Daddy-type-Doctor" is examining his patient spread-eagled on an observation table like you'd see in a gynecologist office. The "patient" is wearing a surgical mask and just moaning the entire time. His ass is spread open and the doctor is feeding his hungry hole with dildos of various sizes, graduating from one size to a larger monster. Shit, I've never seen anything like this! I am so excited! I spread some of the lube on my left hand (I'm a leftie). Man, this shit feels good! Very slippery and velvety, not wet or sticky. I rub it all over my cock. I'm about 7" cut, with big, low hanging balls. I am so fucking hard watching the video. All the ass-feeding on the screen is getting my ass hungry. Across from me I can see my reflection on the mirror over the dresser. I focus on my ass and make it contract open and close, winking at my reflection. Man, my ass is hungry!

    I look over at the floor beside the bed and see the box of dildos and get an idea. I jump out of bed and empty the contents of this box on the bed. I jump back into bed, legs spread wider and spread some lube on one of the toys, not too big, not too small either - just a nice size. It's long and not too thick. I squeeze more lube on my right hand and wipe it on my ass, first on the outside (man, it feels so good!), just teasing my hole. I keep looking at the mirror, then the screen and my eyes roll up in my head. I do this for awhile then start fingering myself while jacking my dick slowly (I don't want to come yet!). My long index finger goes in my hole with no complaints. I feel my ass inside, all nice and warm, clean and moist with the lube. I slide in another finger and another. I'm moaning just like the patient on the screen. Pretty soon I have four of my teen fingers in my hole and I am like wriggling around my ass insides, just exploring and loving the soft fleshy feel of my hungry boy cunt.

    I grab the toy, spread more lube on it and slowly insert into my hole. At first it's just the tip, the head of the 'cock'. It's a little thicker than my teen fingers but my hole - now very open from all the excitement - doesn't even flinch when the head of the dildo slides in. WOW. Shit, I didn't know I could even take that! I am proud of my fucking self. I look at my reflection and can't believe what I am seeing! On the TV, the doctor has now replaced the toys. He is lubing up his black-gloved hand with Crisco (oh - so that's what THAT's for, I think to myself eyeing the jar on the floor). Then he starts filling the patient's hole, one fingers gradually assembling into four. At this point I am inserting the dildo slowly deeper into my very loose hole. I am breathing slowly, deep breaths in, deep breaths out and realizing the toy is digging deeper into my ass with every breath. Then shit! On the TV screen the doctor gets his whole hand in the patient's ass! MAN! SHIT! I've never seen anything like it. He just keeps feeding the guy with his hand, the black glove disappearing and reappearing with every stroke. I am fucking loving it and start fucking myself with the dildo, sliding it and out, following the movements on the screen, mimicking the hot doctor's treatment.

    WHAT THE FUCK!!! My Dad is yelling at me, his thick arms spread across his thick body. In my horny moment of fucking my ass and watching the fisting video, I had not heard him come home early from work. Dad is a truck driver so he is muscular and stocky, very masculine. He is about 6'2", 220 lbs of man, with a constant 5 o'clock shadow and goatee. His arms are thick from a lot of loading and unloading, dark hair covers his forearms. His paws are massive; the fingers look almost as thick as one of his slim dildos.

    "What the hell are you UP to?!?" my Dad says to me, his voice lowering now, almost a hint of mischief in his voice. He moves slowly into the room, steps on one of the video tapes on the floor (shit, he exclaims). He looks over at the TV (the Daddy doctor has his hand in a fast punching motion now...), looks over at me, my legs spread wide, a dildo jacked up halfway in my hole. At this point, I'm so fucking embarrassed to be busted. I stopped jacking my dick (although it's so fucking hard and shooting straight up the bedroom ceiling) and fucking my ass with the dildo. Both of my hands are spread on the surface of the bed, scared of what Dad's gonna do.

    "So you've found my secret stash now, have you, Boy?" he asks, grinning. He turns his head towards the mirror and sees my spread-ass situation, then turns and looks at me. I'm too freaked by the whole thing. I can't look him in the eye. I'm still so fucking horny especially with what's going on the TV screen! I lick my lips. Scared. Horny.

    Dad sits on the big, fat leather club chair facing the bed. He peels off his shirt and throws it on the floor; it lands on top of my underwear. He kicks the ottoman out of the way then pulls it closer to him as he drops one of his feet on top of it, unstringing his big work boots. He is looking at me the entire time, not saying a word.

    Oh shit. I am so fucking freaked. Meanwhile Daddy doctor on TV is getting more of his hand up the patient's ass that you can't even see the black glove anymore! It's just forearm into fist, in and out. Patient's hole is so big and full! My dick is throbbing.

    "You know," my Dad finally says, "it's not cool to go through your Dad's personal items without his permission." He stands up. I can see an outline of a massive and growing bulge in my Dad's worn out work jeans. "I'm sorry Dad," I start to moan, more out of horniness than anything. I can still feel the dildo tickling my ass. "I was just looking to borrow one of your shirts and..."

    "Boy. Shut up." He says this slowly but firmly. Now Dad is unbuckling his big leather belt and unbuttoning his jeans. Dad isn't mad. Actually he's kind of smiling, a little sinister grin on his face. "What you've done Boy is not cool. I am not mad at you but you do need to be punished, you hear?"

    Dad opens his jeans and strips them off. He is wearing a jockstrap and the bulge building on the front of it is impressive. My dick gets even harder. I used to peak at my Dad in the shower when he wasn't looking - sneaking a glance through the half-open door, hoping to catch him as he came out to dry himself. So I knew my dad was hung but I had never seen him hard. Now it was in front of me.

    Dad kicks the jeans aside and starts stroking his bulge through the heavy cotton. He walks over to the bed and sits beside me. I gulp. I'm not sure what to do. Fuck! I'm so nervous, yet so turned on. My dick is doing a dance on my abdomen, kicking itself around without even being touched, a bit of precum oozing out.

    "So you've been a bad Boy, huh?" Dad leans over to me now his bare leg brushing against mine. He turns over slowly and brings his face close to mine. I can feel his facial hair brushing against my cheek. His right hand reaches over us and slowly strokes my balls, very gently, cupping them, pulling them away from my body slowly, releasing them. Uhhh, I moan. "I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson, you know that, Boy?" he whispers in my ear. Then his hand moves up and holds the base of my dick, and he tightens his hold really hard but keeping his hand still. "You'll have to learn to respect your Dad's private things." I moan, he releases his hold on my dick but his hand is still there circling it, pulling it slowly up and down. "Some things are supposed to remain private, you understand that?" I nod my head. I can't even speak now. "...And this, Boy," he looks into my eyes, "is going to be private just between you and me." I exhale.

    Dad releases his grip on my dick. He sits up for a minute and pulls a small brown bottle out of the nightstand drawer beside the bed. He looks at me, still smirking. "Man, my Boy is really maturing into a fine young man." He opens the bottle and places the tip under his nose and inhales. He takes a deep, slow breath, then puts the bottle under my nose and instructs me to do the same. O H S H I T ! Man. What the fuck was that!? My eyes close, my mouth opens, my head spins. And then I feel this delicious movement in my ass. I open my eyes to find my Dad has slid down at the foot of the bed, his feet are near my head, and I can see his crotch within just a foot from my face. My Dad is slowly fucking me with the dildo, smiling and laughing at what he's seeing before him. "Oh man," he exclaims, "you have been one BAD BOY!" He grabs the lube and squeezes more of the clear, thick liquid on the dildo and then some on my dick and on his hands. With his left hand, he pulls his jock aside, exposing his massive, thick Dad cock. It's bigger and better than I had dreamed: it's thick, really thick like shaving-cream-can thick. It's about 2 inches bigger than mine and it looks awesome. I grab it with my right hand and help him stroke it, feeling the slippery slide of the lube against it's hardness. It feels warm and firm.

    "OHHHH...." my Dad moans. "Man you are making me hot, BOY." He wriggles his ass a little on the bed, his dick sliding around in my hand. He pulls back a bit, almost sitting up, my hand still on his firm Dad tool. "I told you I'm going to have to teach you a lesson." He pulls the brown bottle again from the side of the bed. He takes a whiff then passes it to me. "Inhale from both nostrils," he instructs. "Take DEEP breaths." I do as I'm told.

    Then he pulls the dildo out.

    "Ok boy, this lesson isn't about punishment. It's a lesson as in training. You get me Boy?" His left eyebrow rises up with the last question. My head is flying at this point. "Yes Dad!" All I can do is agree. He squeezes more lube on his right hand then starts to spread more lube on my ass. He jumps up suddenly and grabs the Crisco can and opens it up, grabbing a blob of the grease. Sitting back in bed, his legs spread also, he smoothes the grease around my ass. "Stroke your Dad's dick Boy!" he instructs me. I do as I'm told, obedient and grateful. I feel the coldness of the grease mixed up with the slippery lube coat my ass. He rubs with one finger around my asslips on the outside. I moan. "You like that huh?" he asks. He does this slowly for awhile, just teasing my hole, teasing it on the outside. I can feel my hole wanting more, it's feeling really hungry. "I see you want something, huh?"

    Then he slowly inserts one finger all the way in.

    MAN. That feels so good. I can't even explain. My head kicks back, my mouth open, exhaling. I grab the bottle. "Yeah, that's right Boy," he says, finger going in and out. "Lesson Number One: Feed yourself some of those poppers." I do as I am told. My head is spinning, but I am loving it. I feel a little tightness then realize by looking at the mirror that my Dad has now two fingers in my ass. "Wow," he says, "you are one BAD boy."

    Dad continues this play. First he slides the two fingers in and out. Then when he has them both deep inside me, he starts doing a slow circle pattern, almost like he's drawing inside my hole. I realize now he is stretching my insides. The way he does it, the slowness and gentleness of it, makes me feel really comfortable. Then he pulls out the fingers and starts playing with my hole with both hands. He puts two fingers in with his left hand, then out, then in with two fingers from his right hand. Then out. Then back again, alternating like this for a few minutes. I can't believe it. I'm in fucking heaven!

    I take another hit of poppers. I then grab my legs and lift them in the air, spreading them with both hands. "Oh Y E A H ...." Dad is now doing the moaning. "That is one good Boy!" He spreads more lube on my hole and grease on his hands. He feeds the end of the lube to the tip of my hole and squeezes some of the fluid into my ass.

    "Dad, feed my boycunt," I am getting all nasty now. "That feels so good, I want more..."

    Dad now has three fingers working my hole. I look to my side and see his throbbing dick, precum flowing out, just like mine. He keeps fucking my hole with the three fingers, then spreading them inside me. Then he inserts another finger and I think at this point I can't take it anymore. "Do another hit of poppers," he tells me. Whoa. That does the trick and his four fingers now feel like they're made for my hole.

    He does this for awhile. Just feeds my boy cunt with one hand then the other. At one point he puts both hands with four fingers, and spreads my ass wide (I am in awe at the reflection). And we continue this for what is hours, just moving from a few fingers to four. One hand to two and back again. He is taking his time, stretching my hole, getting me open, wider and wider.

    "OK son, let's take a break." I am shocked. What? "You can't rush this son, we gotta take our time. I can tell. Your ass needs a five minute rest. Get up and change the tape. Put this on..." he kicks one of the tapes on the floor. I get out of bed, a bit dazed and grab the tape, FISTING DUNGEON. I'm on my knees on the floor, feeding the VCR, my ass pointing to the bed. My dad moves from the bed and sits on the ottoman and I hear him squeeze more lube on his hand. And then he starts to finger me as I try to fast forward to the beginning of the tape. "Ohhh...." I moan, "Dad that feels S O good." He's not even putting his fingers in my hole; just caressing it, running it with the cup of his hand, brushing against my outer hole, rubbing it, gliding his hand over it. I just crouch there on my fours loving the sensation. We do this for awhile. I see scenes zip on the screen with lots of men in leather and slings.

    "OK Boy, enough rest." He motions me to get up and sit on the leather club chair. He grabs my legs and slides me forward so my ass is hanging off the seat. He positions my legs apart and over the thick armrests. He pulls one of the shoeboxes on the floor and pulls out a plastic jar and opens it. I get a whiff of a strong scent. From the nightstand, he grabs some cotton balls from the drawer and inserts it into the plastic jar (like a vitamin jar) then finds the bottle of poppers and pours several drops into the jar. He closes the lid of the bottle, puts that on the floor, then closes the plastic jar, and gives it a hard shake. "Lesson Number Two: this will make you open up more and easier." He shakes the jar, unscrews the cap then takes a deep breath. "Now your turn." He hands me the jar and I do the same then close the lid. It hits me immediately.

    Oh man, that feels good! I slide down more on the chair until my ass hits my Dad's hand. Dad is crouching on the ottoman, one hand all greased up, the other greasing up his dick.

    "Lessson Number Three: Love Your Father." He moves his body closer to mine and I feel the tip of his thick, Dad cock brush against my asslips. With one hand fingering my hole, he starts to slide in his cock. "Oh yeah Boy, that's it, respect your Dad!" His cock is thick, hard, hot. I slide down more on the chair, my ass opening up and meeting to his cock as he just sits there, his torso thrust towards me. Slowly then he starts pushing his thick cock in me. Head first, then the shaft, then out just so the head is almost out. On the TV screen some hot Dad on a sling is getting fucked by another hotter Dad. Ohhhh......I grab the plastic poppers jar and take a hit, then feed my Dad with it. "Yeah, my Boy is learning!" he exclaims, then rams his dick all the way in. Then he fucks me. Slow at first, then fast, then slow. Then he pulls all the way out and I open my mouth, lick my lips in silence then he shoves his Dad dick all the way in FAST and I don't even blink. We go at this for another five, ten minutes as I watch the video of the hot Dads going at it, meanwhile loving my Hot Dad giving it to me.

    Then Dad grabs more grease and starts to insert one finger in my hole while his cock is still resting, throbbing inside my slippery boy cunt. "Ok Boy. I think you're ready." He pulls his cock out of me then inserts four fingers (with no resistance) in my hungry hole. "Oh yeah, feed it to me please, Dad," I moan. I look beside us at the tall, slender dressing mirror. He slaps more grease on my hole and on his hand. "Ok Boy. Lesson Number Four: Breathe. I'm going to be feeding you more. You see that on the screen?" he motions with his head. Another hot Dad is now getting his manhole filled by another fucking hot Dad. "That's me and you. All you gotta do is relax and trust your Dad. Dad isn't going to hurt you. Dad loves you. Dad loves your ass. Dad wants to make love to your ass in a special way. You got that Boy?" I nodded, exhaling. "So take deep breaths. Do some poppers, take a big slow hit, and hold it, then exhale. When my fingers and hand get in you, it may feel tight at first - but I'll go slow. So take a deep breath and exhale s l o w l y."

    Dad then started to add his thumb. I could feel tightness at first but then remembered his instructions. I take a hit of the poppers and exhale slowly. I get used to the pressure at the base of my ass, then slowly I start relaxing. Slowly also, Dad starts to apply a tiny bit of pressure to my ass, pushing in, but always pulling out also to balance the feeling. I kept looking at the screen, then at my Dad and then the mirror, and visualizing where we were going. I wanted this BAD! It was hot to look at the reflection and see his hand disappearing into my hole inch by inch. It was like our own private porn video! We did this for awhile, him coaching me, breathing with me while he slowly slid more of his hand inside.

    "Ok Boy, now do another hit of poppers. Real slow now..." I did as I was told and after a minute or so I could feel my ass letting go, my legs spread wide, my ass opening up, opening up...

    "Y e a h , that's it," my Dad coached me. "Just feel your hot Dad's paw getting inside you. Making love to his Boy's hole. Making him his special Son...y e a h ...."

    And then it just slid in. O H H H H .......

    MAN that felt so fucking good! My eyes were closed, my head rolling back again. It was an incredible feeling, a fullness that was relaxing and comforting. It was heavy and large but also soft and gentle. My Dad's thick paw just sat inside, not moving in, not moving out. It was in peace. I looked at the mirror and just saw his arm stuck to my ass. I couldn't even make out the wrist! "Ok Boy. I'm gonna just let it be in there. I want my Boy's cunt to get used to that. Just relax and breath and make it rest inside." We stayed like this for what seemed like hours. I breathed slowly, feeling his hand in me, just very slowly making tiny movements, a little to the left, a bit more to the right. He was stretching me inside in a very gentle, loving caress. "Take another hit..." Then my Dad leaned over, hand still inside me and kissed me, his tongue as gentle as his fist inside my ass. His tongue was thick and long and playing with the underside of my tongue. My ass opened up even more! I couldn't believe the sensation of my Dad's hand in my ass and his tongue in my mouth! The kissing/fisting double feeling was fucking incredible! I was sinking in his hand and in his face. We kissed passionately, lips and tongues and saliva, all wet and slippery and messy, like my ass. My hole was more open now and my Dad was moving his hand slowly like his tongue in my mouth, in and around, getting my asshole to open up its walls. Then he started to slowly pull it out, just a little. I moaned. I exhaled and then he fucked me in with his hand, pushing it gently another inch inside my ass. He did this more, kissing me, teasing me with his tongue to get my ass open. It was working. I spread my legs wider and grabbed his back pulling his body to mine to get his tongue deeper into my face. Meanwhile his hand was moving a bit faster now, pulling in and out, getting my hole wider.

    Then he leaned back away from me and examined his creation.

    "Shit, Boy!" He looked at me and had a huge, proud smile. "You are one fucking hot Son you know that?!" He fucked his hand in and out. I did another hit of poppers and so did he. Then he told me to relax, take a deep breath. "I'm gonna try something OK, Boy? Just trust your Dad alright?" I nodded my head. I felt him pull out very slowly, just so the knuckles were still inside me. I could feel my hole expanding. "Shit!" he exclaimed. Then before his hand was completely all the way out, he shoved it back in fast. "Shit!!! That is hot! You like that huh, Boy?!" I looked in the mirror and saw how thick my hole got when he almost pulled out - you could make out his hand stretching my ass!

    "Yes DAD !!!!" I moaned. "Do that some more, that felt so fucking hot!"

    So Dad did. He pulled his hand almost out, then shoved it back in. He did it slow. Then fast. Then R E A L L Y slow and then fast in again. It was driving me crazy! On the screen some lucky Dad had two hands in his ass! Man!

    "Oh yeah, Boy, your ass is mine. You are so fucking open and hungry inside." He slathered more grease on his hand and poured more lube. He started to fuck me this way. I did more poppers. My hole got more open, more hungry, more wet. His hand was getting in deeper. "Oh man!" he yelled, all excited. I was in heaven. His hand was now going in past the wrist, I couldn't tell where exactly but from the look in my proud Dad's eyes, it was impressive. I could feel his hand slide in inch by inch, further into my hungry hole. With each stroke, he pushed his hand a little bit more. As his hand pulled almost out, my ass felt an aching emptiness, just waiting to be filled again with his next stroke. My hole was opening up more and becoming a trained hungry pussy.

    We kept at this for a good 15, 20 minutes. I can't remember. I didn't want him to stop. I would look in the mirror and see his arm disappear inside, the mark of a grease ring marking his forearm. On the video, some dad was on his fours with a similar deep penetration action. I was loving this! It was like being in the video! I did more poppers and then Dad changed his movement. Sensing how open I was now, he pulled out completely then just pushed his whole hand right back in all the way to the forearm! SHIT!!!! I couldn't believe the sensation when he pulled out! My hole stretched at it's outer ring and the pressure was incredible and delicious. Before I could catch my breath, Dad would shove his arm in, his hand balled into a fist now. The thickness of the initial insertion was at first large and full. But my hole was so slippery, so hungry, so open that it just slid in without any restraint. Dad would push in his arm deeper with every thrust, then pull out, push in, pull out. I looked at the reflection. MAN!!!! That was so fucking hot! I could see my asslips stretch out as he pulled out his arm. The grease ring on his forearm was getting smeared the deeper he assaulted my hole. I kept looking at that mark of my achievement, would take deep hits of the poppers, and inhale with every thrust he fucked me with his arm. We went like this for about five minutes, the grease and lube coating my dad's forearm.

    And then very unexpectedly, without even touching myself, I CAME!!!!!

    "HOLY FUCK!" my dad yelled. Man was he proud! My dick sprouted and oozed cum all over my abdomen, my chest, my side. A bit even splashed on my chin. His hand was still inside, about 4 inches past the wrist, and staying steady in my ass. "You OK, Son?" I nodded, smiling. He kept his arm inside me, now keeping it still, still filling me with content. He slowly moved the fingers a bit, just a little here and there, massaging my insides. It was INCREDIBLE. The sensation, especially after coming, was hard to imagine. I felt a complete fullness, a complete sense of love from my Dad that I never knew existed. He then slowly pulled his hand out and when it was completely outside, he massaged my hole, making it feel used to being without his loving hand.

    "Oh Dad, man, I feel so empty now..." I said.

    He smiled at me. "Well let's see what we can do about that..." He looked over on the floor, at me, then winked. "I think we have a remedy for that," he said. And with that he started greasing up a thick, short butt plug. He added some grease to my hole and then slowly started pushing it in. "Take a hit of poppers," he instructed. I did. Plop, in it went.

    Then Dad got up beside the chair and with his dick still pulled out of jock strap, pointed his thick tool at my face. "Ok Boy. Feed off your Dad's thick dick while I make your hole feel nice and soft again..." With that I started sucking his dick, getting it deep in my mouth while he slowly fucked me with the butt plug. Man that was hot! My hole was being stretched like when Dad had his hand pulling almost all the way out! Except now the butt plug was heavier, thicker in feel. He would tease my hole, almost pulling it all the way out, then shoving it back in again! I just went deeper for his dick! We did this for about ten minutes, in, out, in, out. Sometimes he would just keep it in and then do these slow, circling motions, getting my insides stretched out. And just as I would get very comfortable with these movements, he would suddenly pull it out and start fucking me again with the thick butt plug. My hole was loving it! We did this for several minutes while I hungrily sucked his cock. Then suddenly I could feel Dad's dick getting really thick and then he exploded in my mouth. I sucked my Dad's juice while his piston butt plug fucking slowed down. Then he pulled out of my mouth and out of my ass.

    He sat down back on the ottoman, spent. My legs were still wide open, dripping with grease and Crisco. My body was covered in my jizz and my lips were leaking with saliva mixed with Dad's cum.

    "Dad?" I asked, a little embarrassed...

    "Yeah, son. What's up?"

    "My ass is still hungry..." I spread my legs a little bit.

    "BOY you are one fucking bad son...."



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