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Hi I am 62 French boomer and I’ve been fisted for the first time with a medium hand two months ago in May 2023.
I’d like to share that first experience for newbies.
I’ve training myself for 7 months with an AllBlack 12 inch high cone and a monthly session with my versatile top.
On the last couple sessions I was dilated enough for my partner’s hand but my reptilian brain was not happy and locking up the sphincter against this agression. You reptilien brain manage your body in the background, you can’t control it, you need to reassure him.
I discussed with my top my fears : will it be painful ? Will the hand will go out? Will it be
Painful? What about shit risk ? Will
My sphincter ever close again ? And so on! List them !
My top even did for me the contour drawing of his hand and where he stopped to show me the thicker part (70mm) was inside the sphincter but the final push of the last 3 cm stopped by the tension .
I decided to try a hand buttplug by myself. After 30 minutes it was in, With some effort and focus but NO PAIN.
I was so happy I sent the pic to my fister.
We saw each other the following day without any target (no « it must go in » ). After playing and try to insert his hand , on the second attempt, the pressure gently but steadily applied on my sphincter was very high and Inconfortable BUT NOT PAINFUL-MUSTNOT BE PAINFULL! I growled like at the gym, my sphincter open a Little bit more and the pressure stopped .
« Did you get out? »
»no I’m in, relax I’m Not going to move for a few minutes so you get used to the feeling ».
I felt a big smile On my face and so happy and proud of this achievement !! It was a great relaxation feeling.
At the very same time my reptilian brain who thought the agression has stopped received signals for my body that the rectum was suddenly filled up without anything trying to enter , and from an empty colon. It kind of « crashed in confusion » as a computer bugs (lol).
I was in a « emotional state of shock » for a few minutes until my brain recover and understood it was no danger. Nearly a mind/body dissociation.
My top cuddled me during this moment.
The hand went out easier than it went in ( don’t push) . A new sensation to master….
My top wanted to do it again to train and reassure the brain but I was so emotionally tired that we did it the following day .
The hand when in much more easily (brain training ) Then I got my first shaking anal assgasm with spasms that lasted about 5 minutes after the session. That’s when you Need to
Cuddle with your top; That’s another story.
Since then , this week (early july ) I took fifteen hands in 3 nights getting more and more open .even my top is surprised, so do I.
So FF trainees and wannabees this is what was you will experience. I know now this is difficult to understand until you lived it. I’ve tried to explain it the best.
It’s not a competition, it’s not race , you need to train both your body mechanics and your brain to these new sensations. Don’t hurt yourself, listen to your body signals, at your pace, don’t compare to others , don’t trust FF porn movies ,each ass is different.
Be ready to have your sex life Changes forever ;-)
You open strange doors that will never close again (david bowie , scary monsters ;-) )
eric aka barbusex75
Hello! I am now 56, been fisting actively for 24 years, passive for 23. What I am going to describe now took place in summer 2003, almost a year and a half after I received the fist for the first time. So far I was able to tell, I never heard of anyone else trying something like this - and I've never seen anything like it even in most extreme FF porn movies!
In 2002 I've moved to live in the Netherlands, what was a completely new experience as that country is much more liberal than my homeland (Bosnia), and it was not only much easier to make contacts in the fisting scene and have FFun whenever I liked, but it was also much easier to visit other West Europe countries in the neighborhood and attend numerous FF parties. Thanks to Dutch liberal politics, it was also easy to obtain all possible sorts of chems I liked to try for the FF.
In august 2003, I went with a fist buddy from the small Dutch town where I lived, to a Sunday afternoon FF party in Duesseldorf, in the club called "Depot". The party was really good, by a chance I met there also Italian fister from Bologna who fisted me for the first time in 2002. We went to Duesseldorf with my motorbike, and I was wearing, beside leather chaps, also leather "underchaps" - a shorts with full back to front zipper. So it was possible that I get fisted just by opening that zipper, in order to make my hole accessible. I've been fisted several times that afternoon, with chems, so my hole remained well greased and relaxed.
For the ride back, we took the A 57 motorway from Duesseldorf to Dutch border. As it was Sunday afternoon and holiday time, it was practically empty, with little or no traffic at all. My motorbike at that time was a BMW R 80, that has almost a flat seat - it is not rising towards the back like on modern motorbikes (where the pillion sits much higher, above the driver). So, it was possible for me to stand up on the footpegs, holding the handlebars, and to open the zipper with one hand - then sit onto the fist of my buddy WHILE RIDING AT THE FULL SPEED, some 120 km/h. His fist just slided into my well greased hole, and I moved my back, enjoying the sensation. Later we joked what would have happened if we had an accident, and police found us lying next to the motorway, with his fist in my ass...
Our luck was that we were able to complete these acrobatics without any damage for either us or the bike. And to tell of this crazy story today - two of us being (I suppose) the only who have ever tried fisting on a motorbike while riding...
Tarik aka FFBikerSar