Way, way back before the days of The Internet, there were chat-lines. Somehow, they're still out there, and I figure they appeal to the gay homosexuals that refuse the convenience of the Interwebs.
I was a young'un (early 30's), horny and tapped into "The Phone Line," as we all called it. He sounded so damn sexy, just up until he told me what he was looking for...
He was hot for syringes being stuck in his butt. There wouldn't be anything in them, and they would all be clean. He just got off on the feeling of a stainless steel needle getting stuck in his butt.
I opted out of this weird fetish.
I wonder if he ever found his skewer-love?