Backstory: I am married and have a daughter. My wife thinks I have issues about gay men (like I am a bigot due to a few well-placed jokes). In reality I live the dual life, completely enjoying sex with my wife, and secretly getting off deeply on sex with my male lover M once a month or two. I have no problem secretly admitting how much I enjoy gay porn, having cum too much to deny it. I enjoy long stretches of time thinking about sex with M, hardon in hand. While the fantasies are idealized, M is very good.
Email to my male lover M:
She won't touch me back there. what should we call it? She won't touch my anus. No, she won't touch my ahole. No, she won't learn to love my man pussy. Only another man can work another man's man pussy. We are kissing in your hallway, in some state of nakedness, the deep French kisses that say I will fuck your ass if I feel like it. In the midst of a mutual man-sex hug, your hand squeezes my left glute. You know my hole feels the stretching, breathing in the air, then compression. Your finger goes down my crack, and my hole goes up to meet the welcome violation. All hetero men freak at the idea of being entered, but my body tells you it needs you to fill me in this most intimate place, first with a finger.
She won't finger fuck me, but you will. We work that finger fuck together with pits and tit biting and sloppy kisses that drip. I ride up and down your finger pole, relaxing me to the realities of man sex like nothing else does, and you can tell it all from the changes in our kisses. You want to taste this place she won't. To see my man far lower down that my crotch, that is erotic. So much saliva, making my back door slick. And you come up to kiss, sharing the flavor of manhole.
Would a fly on the way say this was gay? Two naked men with hardons, licking and kissing? There are all those silent deals negotiated, bite my nipple now, push three fingers up ass, just in case. And then I am on my back, and I feel your weight on me, and I have a need you understand of spreading my legs and lifting up my hips, raising that hole she won't finger, won't lick, won't taste, but you will.
You will play cockhead to hole games, such a serious, intense game, one neither of us cares to stop, bare cock against a slick, willing hole. I love how long you can enjoy this homosexual game of peek-a-boo, cock just barely going anywhere in, flicking out, pressing in again. We should try to remember to play that game of homosexual knock-knock: who's there? I don't care what your name is, but feel free to enter, so that when we hug and kiss and your cock is up in my warm hole, we will have done what she won't, and cannot do, work a man pussy like male lovers do.