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 love to suck cock. I love everything about it. I like to feel cock growing and stiffening in my mouth until it reaches the back of my throat and pushes deep into it. I love the silky feel of a large mushroom shaped head on my tongue. I love sliding my lips up and down the length of a shaft. I love rolling a couple of nuts around in my mouth. I love licking every inch of a rock hard dick. I love a couple of hands on the back of my head holding me still while a lovely cock gets rammed in and out