Fisting

Whilst I was over in the Netherlands last week, I had my first experience of double fisting someone. I’ve fisted guys before and I was keen to get fisted myself, but I’ve now had a week to reflect on the experience, and here’s what I think: fisting doesn’t really do it for me.
Yup, you heard it – I’ve pretty much gone off it, both as the fister and the fistee. And it’s got very little to do with the guy I was fisting last week, he was merely the catalyst.
Sure, there’s something different about having your hand up someone’s arse, but it doesn’t really feel nice. Plus there’s the ickier side of it… As for taking a fist, it bloody well hurts, not to mention the fact it’s probably not all that good for you to have an arse size suitable for the storage of airships.
My outlook on arse play is now this:
– Bigger is not necessarily better, if it hurts, it’s not nice.
– Cocks are better than silicone rubber.
– I’ll continue to play with toys and stuff, and as and when I graduate to something bigger, so be it.
– If I manage to get a fist in sometime, great as well, but I’m not desperate.