What are your experiences?

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

I will never forget that summer night back in 2005 when my boyfriend Jason fisted me for the first time. He was 24, 6 foot 2 tall, and worked in a warehouse, and was an amateur rugby player with a body like a roman statue, bright blue eyes, dark crew cut hair, and a face and smile to die for;) We had come back to his place after a night out at the bar we first met months earlier. After other sex acts be began massaging my P spot with his fingers as was his usual, asking me if it felt good. It really did:) anyway after a while he was adding more fingers asking if I wanted more. At this stage I was really turned on and getting exhilarated. He then told me he wanted to see me take his entire hand as FF was his favourite sex act. I was 19 and naive, but really turned on by the idea as well as nervous. I will always recall how he run his big strong hands over my naked body, telling me he was going to give me the greatest sexual pleasure of my life, also admitting he would midwife me through any pain involved. He then opened up a fresh tube of fisting lube, slipped on a glove, flexing his fist and forarm muscles, hinting at what was to come, I was in awe of him as I noticed for the first time just how attractive he was hands and arms including his entire body, his hands also turning me on;) then he lifted my legs over his wide strong shoulders, applying lube to both his hand and my hole, massaging more of his fingers into me as he went, checking if I was OK. As time went on I was beginning to sweat and pant, as he slowly stretched me to the crux of his hand/knuckles, then began to rotate all closed fingers into a cone shape, working further inside me. I knew instinctively at this point my time for initiation had come, that he was the man to own me and take my hole. I was now flying on pain and pleasure as he began to take me to my limits. He told me I was the hottest boy he ever had, and requested I birth his hand. As I hit my limits I moaned loudly, but he urged me to go on, having me take deep breaths with him to help me take it. I followed his lead for a while when I suddenly felt my hole give way and his hand sliding then popping into me. I cried out in shock and ecstacy as he popped into me then cried out again in an instant as he made a fist inside me. The sensation and sense of surrender overwhelmed me. He told me to take deep breaths once more to relax as he began to make slow movements with his fist inside me, telling me he could feel my hole starting to spasm around his hand, and assured me I would never return to vanilla sex after orgasm during fisting. He was right as I felt an explosion of ecstatic pleasure in my hole and bore down in succeeding spams on his fist. Jason was my best lover ever and taking my first fist to orgasm was the greatest sex of my life;)