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Fisted!!!
(Jack Brighton)

   They started preparing for the big night straight after Harry returned with the drinks. Mitch had made the call to Charles in the meantime to confirm Harry's acceptance, so the wheels were now in motion to bring to fruition his vision for the next Fisting Night. It would be an enormous loss of face for Mitch if Harry was to suddenly back out; and it would be a huge blow to his pride, and his pocket, if Harry didn't perform well and achieve the minimum expectation ??" Mitch's small fist!

   

   "I still can't believe we're doing this, Mitch," said Harry once he was seated and had taken a hefty swig of his next whisky. I would never have imagined that in a million years someone like me would be doing this."

   

   Mitch demurred, allowing Harry to take the lead. It was obvious to Mitch that Harry was getting more and more excited about the idea; and it wasn't just the money that was pressing his buttons!

   

   "How difficult is it?" asked Harry. "I mean how hard is it to get your whole hand inside of a man's arse?"

   

   Mitch gave Harry a brief smile and a slight shrug of his shoulders then he reached over and patted Harry on the hand.

   

   "Well, it doesn't just slip inside by accident, Harry. It can take some work. It really depends on the man and how relaxed he is. Some men relax very easily, others don't. And of course it helps if you have done it before."

   

   Harry sighed and asked, "What do you think about me? I mean, it would be better to know in advance of the show, I suppose."

   

   Mitch smiled again, delighted that Harry had brought the conversation to this point by himself.

   

   "Well, as I said, there is really only one way to find out for sure. We should try it at the flat. I will be able to tell you pretty quickly if it will work or not with you. But I think it will. I wouldn't have suggested this if I thought otherwise."

   

   There was a long period of silence.

   

   Harry blushed a little and then asked, "How would we go about trying it?"

   

   Mitch patted Harry's hand again, then withdrew and reached under the table and discreetly put his hand on Harry's knee. He ventured under the kilt, his hand going half way up the thigh before squeezing the bulk that was there. 

   

   "Tonight is out of the question," Mitch eventually replied. "Mike will be around and he would be shocked if he found out what we are up to. It is better that we keep this arrangement to ourselves, Harry. But Mike is a man of habit, and tomorrow evening he goes to visit his aunt in Wimbledon; he is never back before ten. We would have the flat to ourselves."

   

   "And then what?" asked Harry, spreading his legs ??" shocked at Mitch's boldness but wishing he would go further.

   

   "Then I test you out?" Mitch casually replied as he caressed the bare thigh.

   

   "But... but how?" Harry persisted.

   

   Mitch thought this was all a bit unnecessary. The gory details were hardly the subject for a conversation in a bar. But he knew he had to coax Harry along, and answering his questions was essential to ease his mind.

   

   "Well, I think the best way would be to have you just lay on my bed and I'll see how far I can open your anus and how deep I can go inside."

   

   Harry looked a bit uncomfortable. It all sounded a very cold and clinical, and there was a nagging issue that seriously worried him. "But don't we need to... I mean... isn't there..." He could not finish his question.

   

   Mitch knew exactly what Harry was wondering. "You mean shouldn't we clean you out first?" he replied.

   

   Harry blushed bright red and admitted, "Well... yeah... something like that... Sorry ??" you know I've no experience with any of this, but... couldn't it get a bit messy."

   

   Mitch smiled. "Don't worry, I'm sure everything will be fine for the trial run in the flat. But now that you mention it ??" it may be an idea to take some extra precaution before the actual performance." With a final squeeze of Harry's thigh, Mitch withdrew his hand from under the kilt as he added, "Leave it with me, Harry, I will sort everything out."

   

   Harry squirmed in his seat a little. His cock was hard again and throbbing with blood from the teasing hand that had stroked his leg. And despite the pragmatic approach Mitch was taking, the thought of lying on his bed and having Mitch playing with his ass in such an intimate way, excited Harry enormously. His mind reeled and spun at the very thought of it. He was twenty years old and had never had sex, and whilst this arguably didn't fall into that category ??" Harry would happily take it.  

   

   Mitch, that student of human nature, could guess what was going on in Harry's mind. On the whole it was good that Harry was excited beyond the money that could be earned from their plans. Mitch felt the same, he was very much looking forward to having Harry lying on his bed with his bare ass at his disposal ??" but his business brain ruled over his libido, and focus had to be maintained. Harry's emotions could prove very dangerous, so for now a line needed to be drawn.

   

   "Does this all make sense to you, Harry?" Mitch asked; his voice a little more formal to underline the next statement. "Remember why we are doing this Harry ??" to clear your debts, and for me to pay for my education. Do you think you can keep your emotions separate from the sexual nature of the act we will perform?"

   

   Harry blushed even more. It was like Mitch had uncovered his darkest secret ??" a secret that even Harry was only vaguely aware of. That it wasn't just the idea of having some sex at last ??" it was having sex with Mitch that really excited him.

   

   "I think so," he replied.

   

   They both nodded, though neither man was totally convinced.

   

   Placing any concern aside for the moment, Mitch pressed on.

   

   "So do you think you would like to try it?"

   

   Harry reached out with a shaking hand and took a gulp from his drink, practically draining the glass.

   

   "Try and take your fist up my arse? Maybe... I think so... Hell, yes! We have to try it before the show. You'll stop if it hurts, won't you?"

   

   Mitch smiled reassuringly.

   

   "Of course, Harry." 

   

   Neither man was convinced about that either!