The new Fleshjack is modeled off the Viscontis’ dick, ass and mouth. But Jason’s “dick is backlogged,” Fleshjack explained, so I had to make do with Jimmy’s pouting mouth and Joey’s pinhole ass. I eagerly unpacked everything, locked myself in the bathroom (pictured left), slathered on the Flesh Lube that was conveniently included in the package and developed an erection by thinking of the construction site I walked by this morning.
I fucked the mouth first, and after some initial ins and outs, there was a satisfying jolt of a glug when I finally jammed the toy right down to the base of my mons pubis. I looked at the handsome pair of lips around my dick and imagined that Jimmy Visconti was looking up at me. Then I imagined slapping him in the face and telling him to choke on it. But then Jimmy was telling me to stop pretending like I was aggressive and masculine, and then he was laughing at me and saying that I was too skinny, a skinny little faggot, and it was time to try out the ass.
This hole was tighter, and it really did sort of feel like fucking an ass — the satisfaction of pushing through the initial tense ring of a fuck tunnel to reach the great unknown of the deep inside. The only thing that was missing was a body and a head, but being a man, I find enjoyment in reducing human beings to holes. I came.
It's an interview with Phillip Aubrey: porn star, Spencer Reed's boyfriend, burp fetishist.
The COLT superstars joined a protest in Rome against the Catholic Church in order to make the claim that gay people are not pedophiles. There was a chihuaha involved.
I feel sorry for people with fetishes that can never be realized in real life. Take this Flickr user, who has to make do with his giants fetish using Photoshop.
I'm not one for bragging about intellectual accomplishments (it's something I learned from, you know, graduating with honors from Brown University), but Conner Habib is justifiably excited about his blurb in a book written by Carl Sagan's son.