"I dream of Man-pussy" By Man Loving
I dream of you night after night man. I'm lonely for you dude. Can't you hear me - can't you feel me? Yes, I still get off thinking about a man like me, grooving with a man like you - a real man. Fault the fucker who turned me on to this shit. Yea, I was just floating along oblivious to what it was that I really wanted until he came by. He was man, all-man (or so I thought).
He wined me and dined me, and called me buddy. He taught me how to play b-ball, and got me hooked on sports. He taught me stand tall, and be proud of the gay man that I am, then he taught me how to breed.
Did he teach me about chicks or women? Hell, now! The fucker was grooming me for himself! Damn the hell out of him for making me want him as my bitch. The shit turned me into a bull, then left me cold and blue-balled. Worse thing is, he now thinks he's straight. Yea, I bet the cunt is on his back right now legs in the air and giving some other dude what should be mine - mine and mine alone!
Hell yea I'm jealous - any real man would be! Damn, he fucked me over. I was calling him on the job, leaving love notes in his clothes and car. I was fixing my life up - with his help of course. My baby stroked me, told me everything I needed to hear. Hell he was a miracle-worker. He has supernatural power to pick me up out of the emotional fog I was in to see who I really was. With him I had reason to live.
I craved to live one more day so I could swim the sea of color in his eyes. I became addicted to diving nose-first - into the dip between his huge pectorals, or suckling on his nipples on my way to his funky under-arm.
"Grab that dick," he'd tell me. That was at the beginning. He trained me so well that soon, I didn't have to be told how to make him feel like the bitch he wanted to be. And whenever I was up top nursing on his huge hard man-tits like a starving baby, I'd reach down to grab that thick throbber that bounced between his muscled legs. I'd make him spread his legs real wide and pull them up like a frog. That would make his already long-dong look longer and more forbidding than it was.
I knew better. Cause he liked me to leave his tits and get down between his legs with my mouth. His cock never touched my ass - we never needed or wanted that. What he wanted was to be a bull himself who submitted to the mercy of another bull. But in doing so, he found pleasure in being my manly cow, and I craved to be his bull. I told him that I'd be his bull till death did we part, but he had other ideas.
So I sleep here alone. I'm horny, here alone. The dog in me cries out for my butch-bitch. I'm a bull, who will be my heifer, not just for tonight, but for forever and always?
You are out there, I know. I know you can sense me sniffing you out. You can see my piercing eyes boring into you. My needs, you feel the power of them. My need to swallow you and pleasure you in my needs - you know it well. Yes, to engulf your log in my throat, to gag for my baby, to stretch my oral cavities to new widths for my man-slut. I long to worship between you legs, your body still damp from the tongue batch I have given you, your muscles relaxed from the handling I gave them from the beginning.
You can know contentment to lay there after I have pleasured myself orally on you. You willingly turn over on your back or stomach, as I need. The whole world knows you are a man - yet I know you as my 'woman' the only kind of 'woman' for me. Yet you are not a woman at all, you are a mystery that intoxicates me. You let me know that you are a man, the low growls you purr as I pleasure your body, as I talk to your mind - as I confess my need for a man like you.
And maybe I am peculiar too, or not so. Some say the Bible knew of men like me - men who needed to be with men like we were with a woman. I don't know - seems like it can't be all that wrong since it didn't say anything about you being with me like women are with men. Yes man, sometimes I go crazy not being able to see a man, a real live man underneath me - doing for me what women do for men. Who can not love the beauty of a man, a he-man like you who opens himself in that most forbidden, yet most welcoming shaft to paradise. Yea dude, you can lay with me like you're a woman any day!
I swear, if you'd let me, I'd fucking sniff your ass out all night long. I'd lick it and caress your buns man. Let me see my spit make the hair in your ass-crack go flat, let me lick my meal before I eat your hole into paradise. The dude who left me loved that. I'd put him so he was laying face-down, a pillow under his head. I'd make him spread his legs real wide so that I could see the inside of his moist crack. I'd rest there on my haunches, thanking God for such a mind-fucking creation, then I'd dive in, tongue-first and cry listening to the sweet songs of my he-man whore begging me to eat the hell out of his cunt - I'd do it too.
Some nights that's all that would happen, I'd be down there as he was going to sleep, and I'd be sniffing and lapping at his butt-hole, feasting on his tangy flavor. He'd grunt every so often when I chewed his 'lips' just right or my tongue wormed around at an obscene depth.
Other times, he was starving and I'd beg him to let me rest just for a moment so I could do him some more, so I could take his thoughts down deep into a perverse mind-trip while my manhood slithered deep down into his bowls. That's one thing I hope my next pussy-man likes. I hope he gets high on talk and fantasy.
I jack off now, alone. Why should I go down to a park, a tea-room or jack-off club when my dick needs a steady whore? Why can't my cock get what it needs - a man who will marry it, a man who will devote himself to receiving pleasure from it where it counts? No, I ain't sticking this treasure up any of them roving bitches - they're just like the dude who groomed me. Somewhere out there, a he-man cunt slut wants to find a man like me. He wants to come home to me for the rest of his life. He wants the pleasure of going to bed with me, waking up with me, and opening only for me. Someday he'll come along, the manly jock, the simple plain manly-man with a deep lonely need - providing me a home for my cock in his deep sucking rectum.
Someday we will make love with our minds. I will give him that look when we are fully dressed, grocery shopping, getting the car fixed, working out, cleaning the house, and he will know that I love him, all of him - not just his pussy. But it is in him in his hole that my cock finds a home. His is the only kind of pussy, vagina, cunt, rectum, snatch, or nooky that I desire. My thick meaty cock should be the only one to baste in his soft, cock-sucking, anal canal. It should be my right as a man, to feel him chewing me in his tooth-less man-loving guts. I will try my best to honor him as I dip my wick deep into his yawning male-cunt. In caress him and protect him in my strong arms, as he submits himself to me. I will whisper sweet things in his ears, I will smell him, and I will breed him for the bitch he is in private.
In public, will honor him for the he-man he is, and the strongman I am.
We will be one, forever.
I dream of you baby. _____________________________________________________________________ Sent by RocketMail. Get your free e-mail at http://www.rocketmail.com