A friend with benefits of mine recently told me about how he hooked up with an ex-priest who could only get off by fisting men. Then this video showed up in my inbox, so of course I had to watch it and beat off to the idea of my FWB getting fisted by a priest.
It’s been a while since I’ve hooked up with my Puerto Rican puppy, but he’s in town this weekend. We’ve been trying to get together, and it looks like tonight might be our only chance.
He’s been telling me that he’s been practicing stretching his hole, and he really wants me to fist him. So Papa Bear will be filing down his claws today…
Besides the fact that Zack is an attractive, bearded, well-hung muscle stud, what boners me out about this scene is that it takes place somewhere other than the bedroom or a couch. And that there are tools everywhere.
It definitely has to do with the fact that as I boy I found dirty magazines in my father’s tool shed and would go out there to masturbate. The fact that I could get caught and the dark, oily smell of the tool shed made the experience sleazily addictive.
To this day, I still get majorly aroused whenever I’m in a room full of hand tools…