FFriendlyGuy's Fisting Blog

I like to think that I’m confident but really, in real life, I’m riddled with social anxiety. Last year, after the pandemic and everything we went through, I decided that there wasn't any more time to lose.  It was time to offer this pussy on a platter.  I had always wanted to attend Fist Fest and for a while, I thought maybe I never would. Even if I was to buy a ticket to the event, would I actually go through with it? This year I put all those fears aside and I decided to just do it. What’s the worst that could happen at Fist Fest? If I decided that I didn’t like the vibe, I could just go home. That’s what I kept telling myself. So I started my trek from Powell River, BC to Augusta, Georgia. Two ferries, a drive, 2 planes and a rental car later I showed up at my offsite hotel a day before the event. I decided to book a room off site because it seemed very competitive to obtain a room at the resort and also, I liked the safety of being able to get away from it all. I arrived ...

Being a bottom, what a joy. Sure it feels amazing to receive those massive toys and fists but damn it also requires a lot of commitment. It's a lot of work. So first of all, let’s applaud all the bottoms out there! In the past, “being clean” has been at the root of my anxiety when it comes to fisting. It’s kept me from attending a lot of events. I imagine being around a bunch of people and then a pocket of shit empties out from my bowels. What a nightmare that would be.  From talking to a lot of fisters, we’ve all had that thought. For that reason, we prepare before we fist. I’ll come back to what works for me later but I just want to emphasize that when it comes to fisting, shit happens. It usually doesn’t because of the preparation we do but when you are filling someone’s rectum and colon with your hands and arms, you can’t be shocked if you encounter shit. To be an asshole about it to a bottom is enough to be considered a no-good top. The etiquette if this happens is to inform y...