This was a big night for both of us. We started naked, slow, and already soaked in lube. I strapped on and fucked him just how he likes it deep, controlled, and relentless. He took every inch of my strap-on and moaned for more, so I gave it to him. I grabbed a long dildo and stretched him open even further, one thrust at a time, watching him squirm under the pressure. But that was just the beginning. This was his first time taking my fist. We’ve talked about it, teased it, trained for it… and finally, his hole was ready. I moved slow at first knuckles in, wrist grinding against his ass, fingers flexing inside him. I guided him through the stretch, whispering encouragement between gloved fingers and deep breaths. And then it happened. My whole hand inside him. His body opened up beautifully, trembling around me while I kept him calm and completely filled. No toys, no straps just me, my fist, and his full surrender. This scene is real. It’s raw. It’s the kind of trust you can only build over time and now we’re sharing it with you.