I am married. The wife has no clue how strong my need is to get a certain itch scratched by another man with a hard on. I get so hard my knees get weak thinking about getting laid by a man.

I have only a few gay friends, but they are intense for me because we also have sex. I was going over to see Gary. He is in an open gay relationship. Every time I go over there, I pet the dog, say hello to his partner, then go down to the basement with Gary. I sometimes think I should let Gary's partner do whatever he likes to do to me as a way of saying thanks for letting Gary fuck me in the ass. I don't recall Gary's partner's name, how impolite.

We decided to set up this session as a debate: is homosexual sex an act of aggression and rape, or is it an act of love? All kinds of male animals compete like crazy to get girl cunt. Rams charge head to head, there is all kinds of fighting and bluffing. I took the position that anal sex was the form of sexual combat, one man dominating the other enough to fuck him. Homosexual rape for the winner, the loser gets to wank off to his virility. Gary took the other side. He makes love to other men. He listens what his partner needs, which happens to often be aggressive, and delivers to the pleasure of both men in heat.

I am very aware of my body as I descend into the basement. My body remembers the kissing, being naked here, fondled, sucking cock, getting rimmed for the longest time, getting fucked, and cumming, lots of cum. Gary was able to make more cum flow out of my balls than the wife. We play with it when we are done, celebrating all that man seed. Gary is a nice guy, will hold you after the shots that are heard all around the bed (perhaps upstairs).

I always take a shower before having sex with a man. Butts were made for dumping, not for sex, so I want to make sure its primary role is not so obvious. Sex is aggressive, all guys are good at that part, yet it is difficult to also be polite. I view a fresh shower, so fresh there is still water on the skin, to be part of good sextiquette. As important, it gets me ready for it all, whatever it all turns out to be, because I am naked, wet, and get a chance to play with both my balls and a-hole. Gary has already taken his shower, so he is just watching, a big grin on his face. I turn away from that smile, which I suspect gets a little broader. I've been told by many men who have stood looking from where Gary was, that I have a cute ass. Each glute cheek is small, firm, little hair, and should you massage them, gets me to moan because it is all connected to my brown man-love button. I drop my pants, and bend at the waist to step out of my trousers, but more to give Gary a very clear look at my anus. My hole can feel that he is looking right at it - he is a gay man that wants to fuck ass.

Still bent