The basement was filled with more BDSM apparatus, including two more slings and another tub; that was where I worshipped the amazing feet of a hot guy while he was being fisted (totally not my scene but hot anyway). By staring at his naked feet, I was yet granted with ten perfectly aligned toes that, together with all the perks of his hot body, would totally make my time worthwhile. Gay porn Dungeon better and the fact that, less than a week in the city, I had already found an underground gay place where my fetish desires could be fulfilled. So, on that Wednesday evening, I grabbed my six pack and headed to the subway. I’m not sure how tall he was, but his boots screamed size fifteen or plus; his bald head and blue eyes granted him a much younger look, on top of those leather clothes that gave away a kinky personality. We talked for a while and this is the info I’ve got from our chat: he did not mention his age; he had been married with the same guy for over thirty years and they were happy due to their open relationship.
