the bedroom. I felt a rush of sentimentalism, the way he held my hand, as we were off to the king size bed, a manly platform for man to man sex. He indicated that I should get under the covers. That was kind of odd, since I clearly was ready for sex, all naked and clean, but I trusted Gary. I was on my side, facing away from him. He spooned me, his chest against my back, and my tail in his crotch. My butthole was looking for his cock, that's why it was wiggling. He held me and lightly stroked me, stopping at my nipples for a little pinch. I purred to let him know I was enjoying myself. He lifted my arm and started to lick my pit. He did see me in the shower. Today, my armpit was my hyper erotic body part and now Gary was giving it full loving attention

He put his lips next to my ear, "I will make love to you... by raping you." Not sure who wins with that line, but it was as if gas had been spilled on my ass and lit fire. I ground my butt against his pelvis, my hole, all on its own, trying to give an open target for a bareback fuck. Both Gary and I play safe, yet my cunt was looking to be a loose bitch. Gary kept repeating words in my ear, "Man love... rape". The way my legs had spread open, he knew he could, and those words, "man love... rape", kept me trying to think in my sexual daze. I twisted out of the spoon, and got him on top of me, we were locked in a passionate kiss. As his tongue was deep down my throat because I wanted him in deep, I figured it out: making love between two men can be aggressive, in fact, is better when it is aggressive. Rape equals consensual ravaging.

Now I know, we usually do lots of other things, from blowjobs to rim jobs, but my sexual epiphany put me in a different mood.

I pushed him off me, and looked him in the eye. "Get your hard cock in my man pussy. Let's make man love."

Nice guy that Gary was, his animal brain took over, and he had the condom on in no time, gave me a four finger lube salute. There should be a rule in the gay sex community that no anal sex happens until one man gets four fingers in, then all men would know they could bottom for another man. Gary and I know this. That is why we have fucked each other. Now there he was, man perched to slide into tight man cunt. I love making those little adjustments together, trying to find that alignment, so he can press in, and like a good little expectant bitch, I wait for his cock head to press in. No one ever talks at that time, the first time the cockhead gets past the tight sphincter, but if you are kissing, like Gary and I were kissing when it happened, then you both know through the kiss. Gary waits, knowing that first thrust can hurt. It takes time to relax, Gary waits more. As we wait, and make out, I am starting to feel this man love thing is changing, from man love to Gary