Please explain to me: Fisting edition
Browsing through the Porno-sphere, I happened upon a site called FistingCentral.com Okay, the name kind of clued me in, but I didn’t know that the “sport” was still popular. The last time I remember hearing about fisting was when someone told me a story about the 1970s and Fire Island, and how, if you walked by Calvin Klein’s house, you could often see him getting fisted by the pool.
It all seems very Poppers and Old School.
Anyway, I was wrong. There’s a whole site devoted to it, and it’s a car wreck. The guys don’t just stick their fists in once, and a little bit, they shove it in several times. Each time the hand comes out, I’m terrified as what’s going to spill out with it—and I don’t just mean the obvious.
The clips reminded me of that scene in “Jaws,” when they have to do an autopsy on the shark, and they cut it open and all these guts come spewing out. It seemed similar, because oodles of saliva (I hope), come out each time the fist takes a breather. This doesn’t even begin to explain the pain the men must be experiencing.
I think if I met a man, went home with him, and he asked if he could fist me, I’d have to jump out my own window. I really don’t want to look at a guy and have to wonder where his whole fist has been.
-David
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