Fisting. The word alone seems to instantly divide gay men into two camps. Those who do or are interested and those who don't. Some aren't interested and leave it at that. But others take a highly negative and critical view of those who do. I'm not sure how or why this attitude came about. Still, I suspect it is due to a view of fisting as inherently linked with an image of big hairy men in leather who swear, curse, and spit at each other. Hands are rammed in arses in scenes that are almost bordering on psychotic. I've been fisted many times, and none of my experiences fit with those I've seen on screen. This is my story.
I hadn't fucked or jerked off for three days and I was getting pretty randy. My balls were aching and I had to do something about it. I like both boys and girls but have a slight preference for long hard cocks over shiny wet pussies. I couldn’t make up my mind about which of my bitches to get into my bed, so I turned on the TV and what happened next was just epic…
