Love is a queer thing.
It makes you do all sorts of things.
Things you would never ordinarily dream of doing.
Like sucking another man’s cock, or offer him up your ass.
The things a man will do for love.
And they say romance is dead.
I’m not saying that he didn’t enjoy sucking me off.
Or getting fucked, his erection showed me that.
But the way he kept looking over at her for approval made it clear who was running the show.
She loved it.
And why not.
Who would not enjoy the sight of two hot men fucking.
If being with my beloved Houseguest has taught me anything,
Its that woman are addicted to gay sex.
Like men and lipstick lesbian sex.
So as you can imagine I played up to the audience.
Fake, screamy and staged.
But everyone was happy.
Apart from me.
It’s dawned on me that I’m all give.
It’s time to start taking.
If you catch my drift.
There comes a time when a man needs another man,
A real man: muscular, hairy, hung, hungry and dominant.
And truly GAY.
It’s that time of year and I need a straightener.
To put me right.
Now I know that this is sure to upset my beloved.
But this is going to be a private party.
I’ve already set my Grindr to stun and bagged my man.
Sorry baby, I’ll tell you all about it over a bottle of wine.