I'm married. I enjoy my wife. I am 5'7", 155 pounds, and keep in darn good shape.

But when I am alone, and hard, I think differently. I totally love my cock, everything about it, from the aroma to the way my balls move inside the ball sack. That gets the juices flowing quickly, leading to a small but tasty pool of precum. I am hungry for precum, it is so sweet and makes me want more. At some point in this flood of thoughts, I realized that I am behaving like a homosexual, and that naughty word, homosexual, gets me harder still. I get to admit how much I enjoy other men's cocks. And then I start to think about the times I have "cheated" and had sex with men. It doesn't feel like cheating, it feels like being drawn in by an enormous sexual tide. I have learned to ride that tide to a climax, and the amount of cum I have produced is evidence of the joy of gay surfing. Let me tell you what works for me.

I have traveled to a guy’s house that I have talked to explicitly about man-2-man sex. There is no doubt sex is going to happen. That explains the all-morning boner I have. I need to relax a little with this guy. I am not the sort to dive down to the tool. I start with a caress, because that is a non-verbal way to say "we are going to have sex soon, relax, enjoy." A hand gets put on a thigh, and it stays there, and both parties smile because a new connection has been made, not yet sex, more sensual, pay attention to that thigh, it will be involved in sex later. I start to relax, and the clearest sign that I am relaxing is that I let my legs spread open. I look my buddy in the eye to say thank you, and we move together to kiss. There are so many different kinds of kisses, like the very first one, where you say to each other, we are having sex now, us buddies, us two men, because there is no where else in our culture where men kiss, it is only if two men have every intension of having some sort of homosexual sex. In relaxing mode, I let my lips part, and he enters me with his tongue. I am thinking of him bending me over and entering me: it makes the kisses more intense. We might not get there, but I think about it as my hole twitches in anticipation. This is my "I want to be your bottom bitch" kiss, very wet, warm, opening up. I am enjoying his sexual aggression, and opening up more. Time to turn the tables, and be aggressive myself. After all, this is two men competing in the sexual arena for sexual domination. I don't want to be a girlie femme, but am a manly bitch, just as strong and manly as my partner. He needs to know that, and I show him by sticking my tongue in him. These are my aggressive kisses. Even while being aggressive, I want him to know I will treat his most sensitive organs gently. It is a challenge to be both aggressive and sensitive at the same time.

Of course my hands are on his cock, and his hands