One of them wore a dress one of them wore pajamas one of them wore masking tape over the nipples on his breasts. That last one I would have trouble calling a dude, along with a few of the other contestants, who just sort of looked like women with bad haircuts and pants.

But others were certifiable boy fags to me, and a solid chunk of the contestant pool was pretty studly, especially the two with dark facial hair. And if I were a fisting bottom, I would probably allow that fisting top to take the space between my organs for a spin.

 

 

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