Ooo La La! Nick Capra Recalls His First Time Anal Douching In Paris

From Nick Capra, the man who brought us the story of the Holllywood A-Lister who sang hymns while being drilled his ass at an NYC S&M sex dungeon, comes another romantic tale, this time in Paris 2004. Ahhh, Paris! The romance, the architecture, the anal douching.
After dreaming of Nazi dicks, Capra anxiously prepares for his first bottoming scene with Pascal Bruno (in the film, French Kiss) by trying his first anal douche. But just as he needs to shit out the warm water in his lower intestine, a knock comes at his hotel room door:

“Who is it?!”,I screamed in frustration.
“Room service.I have the extra towels you requested.”
Oh shit! The towels. I forgot that I had called down for extra shower towels.
“Leave them at the door!”, I screamed, sitting down on the toilet, about to expel the water.
“What? I can’t hear you.”, the maid yelled back through the door.
“Oh for the love of God, leave the fucking towels at the door!”, I yelled back in desperation.
I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I was about to burst.
“Fine!”, the maid yelled back.
At that very moment, a noise came out of me, like a thunder storm raging from my ass hole. I expelled the water, and boy was my hole mad. It was making all sorts of noises I never heard.
KNOCK KNOCK.
“What else did you say you needed?”, the maid yelled through my door.

But the anal antics don’t end there! Not only does the maid pop in, but so do his visions of fascist phalluses as Pascal Bruno makes his way up the stairs. You should read the whole story at his blog. Between the launch of his new video site NickCapra.com, and the funny porn tales on his blog, Capra’s giving us fans lots of reasons to keep our eyes on him.