People laugh when I tell them I got into fisting by accident, but it’s true. I never set out saying, “Hey, I want to get fisted!” In fact, the only images I had in my head about fisting were the ones I remembered from browsing the Web; extreme, unsafe and masochistic. I often wondered why anyone would do that and how they could do it.

I got my start from watching porn and jerking off with a butt plug up my ass. I found the stimulation of my butt and prostate exhilarating. My climaxes were more intense. One night I wanted something bigger than my usual toy and couldn’t find anything else to use. I tried my hand. I could reach around well enough, but I just couldn’t fit my hand up there beyond the knuckle of my thumb…the hardest part for any new fistee. This became a new goal. For several months I experimented with different lubes, approaches, angles, etc. I also worked on stretching my hole wider. Eventually I managed to get one hand in and then the other (not at the same time). It felt really good, but I could only go so deep and the pleasure I felt was offset by the contortions I made to get my hand in my butt. I thought this would be a lot more fun if someone else could do it for me and then it clicked…this was fisting. As soon as I got my head away from a personal masturbation thing and into play with another person I realized it didn’t have to be about torture, humiliation, pain, domination or any of the other impressions I had from watching porn.

I began researching fisting and came across a whole new world I never knew existed. There were fisting websites everywhere; there were user groups, books, and even social events. I joined as many as I could and began my search for a teacher to show me the ropes. It was a tough search. It seemed like no one wanted to work with “newbies.” After a few years of fisting I learned why. Eventually I found an older guy that was willing. He wasn’t a handsome man, but we wouldn’t be making out and getting emotionally intimate or engaged. This was going to be a clinical process.

I worked with this man weekly for about three or four weeks. He had much bigger hands than me, but they were average. I began looking at men’s hands  as I got into this. I remember the pain and hunger my hole felt to take his hand and once he was in I felt a great sense of accomplishment and pleasure. My rectum had never been stretched so much and my first reaction once he made it in me was to tell him to get it out, and get it out NOW!. He wouldn’t. He waited a few seconds and told me to breathe deeply and exhale completely. He encouraged me to stay with it as long as I could. I did and when I finally told him I couldn’t take it anymore, he withdrew in a slow and determined manner so as not to hurt me. True to my piggish nature I immediately wanted him to put it back in! We repeated the process several times over a couple of visits and I was soon able to take his hand with ease and keep it in for a while. At first i could only play like this for maybe 10 minutes at a time. Not before long I was able to play as long as 20 minutes, then 30. I was well on my way to learn and do and take more and more.

Our sessions ended abruptly due to an injury my teacher sustained. I was saddened but determined to carry on. I overcame my fear and the stigma about fisting to the point where I was able to place it as an interest on my profiles I had placed on a few adult sites. But the reactions I got from people were unpleasant to say the least, that is when people responded at all. Then one day things changed…

It was a Sunday morning and I was drinking coffee and browsing the internet. I was on one of the adult sites I had a profile on and the man that responded was attractive and himself into fisting as a fisting top. A MATCH! We exchanged numbers and he called me later that day to see if I wanted to play. I did and he was there in short order. I could tell this man had a lot of experience by the way he spoke to me, communicated his actions and intentions and especially by his patience. He knew the right moves and took enough time to put me in a relaxed state of mind. I hardly noticed his hand slip into me, but immediately felt the extreme sensations and pleasures associated with fisting. I was hungry and wanted more. He worked with me and before I knew it, he was well on his way up past the knuckle on my wrist…the deepest anyone had ever been in me. When we were done he said he was interested in playing again and offered to introduce me to his partner and his friends that were also into fisting and other fetish play. I eagerly accepted his offer.

That was more than 10 years ago. Since then I’ve launched fisting websites, I teach individuals and couples, model when I’m asked, attend every fisting event I can, and produced my own videos.

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