making love to me, and with that, I shift my tail to grab more cock. I really want it all, all the way in, to feel his manly balls against my firm bubble butt. That has to be such a sight, his cock all the way in my ass! I reach down to my cock, which is a bit overwhelmed by all this, at half staff, but feeling amazing, so full of this man. A few strokes and it is hard. I want to cum BIG for Gary who is making love to me like men do to men, my breathing gets deep, the moans low, he knows I am going to blow, and he knows it will be a big one.

"Agghhhh!" Spasm, and cum jets out of my cock, hitting both Gary and me and the pillow beyond. But I want to work this one deep into the count, and hug Gary as the eighth, ninth spasms wear down. Gary is still fucking me, and although it doesn't usually happen after blowing my wad, this time I still wanted him to fuck me. I pinch my butt hole down. I looked him in the eye, "hard cock in man pussy". He picks up his pace. I took cum from my chest, and spread a little on his lips.

"Man fucker", I flexed my arms and gut. He was building to blow, and I put some cum on his nipples.

"Agghhhh!" I could feel his spasms with my hole. His breathing eventually calmed down. Being polite, he was starting to withdraw.

"No, let's keep it in. It feels more homosexual that way, like we really made love, man to man, this time." We kissed again, he let his weight go, so the only thing between us with my cum.

Eventually he slipped out. Eventually I did take another shower (after a post-fucking rim job). Eventually I did get on my way.

I lost the argument, we did make love. It was not the love of a lifetime. Gary is still with his partner, I am with mine. For a few hours, Gary and I did connect at a deeper level than most people ever do, man to man by man in man. All I have to do is touch my man love button, and the balls start stirring up good memories.