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I went to a fisting birthday party!

Published on 8 September 2020 at 02:17

Recently I had the pleasure of attending a fisting birthday party organised and hosted by ilovefist.com’s owner David to celebrate his good FFriend Kfir his 40th birthday. They say life begins at 40, and the birthday boy certainly seemed to be feeling that, walking around all night in his birthday suit and receiving all the attention he deserved.

 

I was a wild card at the party as I was one of only a few guys who didn’t know the birthday boy, but the other 20 guys took good care of me and my puckering asshole as we partied the night away in a new private playroom basement in Berlin. David had set up 8 slings in 3 different areas, impeccably presented with a sleek walk-through setup. There were two bathrooms equipped with hygienic douching facilities; and a bar, atop which were a plethora of giant dildos and snacks. Snacks of another kind were seated at and around the bar area, and it didn’t take long to get to know them all. 

I don’t go to fisting parties very often, but when I do I have an excellent time meeting new guys, giving and receiving lots of wholesome fist, and generally letting my hair down with like-minded men in a relaxed atmosphere where you can take your time and get to know each other. This night was to top most others of its kind, and that is in large part due to its great organisation. David is a thorough and dedicated planner, taking care of safety as well as atmosphere. And he made sure there were plenty of hot men with massive dicks and assholes. You can’t go wrong with that.

 

Here’s a little recount of my night. I got in nice and early so I could check out the play spaces and the guests as they arrived. I’m a bit of an introvert but these days I use that to my advantage by finding a place to sit out of the way where I can observe others and feel relaxed, without any pressure to perform or be noticed.

 

So I greeted the host, the birthday boy and the bartender who also manages the playroom basement, after which I nestled myself at the bar. Slowly other hunky guests arrived, and before I knew it I was having a good old smoke and drink while chatting to a guy from Israel. Got fisted by him, and then before I knew it I was hopping from hunky man to hunky man exchanging fists.

 

The evening became a blur of fist after beautiful fist, with streaks of lube flying freely through the air and the pungent smell of mensweat and poppers maturing in the summer heat of the new Schöneberg basement.

 

My favourite guy of the evening came recommended by another ffriend at the party. This guy is 100% top, which I have often been wary about, but his attitude and the recommendation he came with made me very curious to put my reservations aside and try him out. And. It. Was. FFantastic. He read my ass so well, always knowing when to stop and when to keep going; when to punch and when to double. I am still drooling over my keyboard as I write this. So guys, give those 100% tops a go some time, they can be surprisingly good!

 

Jazzmatazz

Twitter: @jazzmatazzoz

www.mylittlefistingblog.blogspot.com


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