Gay Male / 45
I Hunt, Look For The One That Hides The Woman In Them
The story is as old as mankind. Boy alone, in the wilderness, hunter approaches and seizes the opportunity, boy lays like a woman and the hunter engages him as if he were a woman. The woman in the boy awakens, for those few moments he is a woman, the hunter driving his horn into the boy. Another kill for the hunter, the boy lays there, the woman in him letting the hunter know, come for him again when he needs a woman, the boy will be there.
When we think of gay men we think primarily of gays who exhibit themselves, the woman in them just beneath the surface crying to get out, they paint themselves, dress themselves, screaming look at me, I can be the woman for you. What you don't think about is the hunter, the man in search, traversing the streets, the bars, looking for that one man whose destiny is to be woman that night, to lay like a woman. That man is me. I do not want a dressed up painted boy, my search is for that boy, that man, who is going to discover the woman inside.
I go out, I hunt in the same area, along the streets where the crowds gather at night. I search for that man alone, walking, or sitting by himself, not talking to anyone. I approach him face on, eye to eye and engage him in conversation. His eyes tell me a lot. If he is a big man like me, age, is he small like a girl, look for signs. I touch his hand casually, tells jokes about gays, point the queer one over there, talk about girls, who did he last fuck. I want him to show me some of his feelings. I never ask 'do you like cock'. I'll know soon enough. The engagement takes less than five minutes, I know, either move on or move in for the kill.
I can feel it, smell it, I want my cock inside, I want to hold him by his cock, hard, throbbing in my hand, wanting to ejaculate, I want his kiss, his wet hot mouth, my tongue between his lips. His naked body beside mine, giving him every opportunity to show me the woman inside, then coiled like a snake, I strike driving my stake inside. The dream. It doesn't always work like that.
Some men hide the woman inside, they pretend that they are men, their stake, their cock, so I have to break them, tame them, take them by force until the woman in them comes out and they lay and wait to be penetrated, to feel a cock in them, to want to smell your manhood when you cum in them. The woman is there, they are quiet, you are a woman I tell them, it's natures way, you are the woman. For you that's how the game is played.
When we think of gay men we think primarily of gays who exhibit themselves, the woman in them just beneath the surface crying to get out, they paint themselves, dress themselves, screaming look at me, I can be the woman for you. What you don't think about is the hunter, the man in search, traversing the streets, the bars, looking for that one man whose destiny is to be woman that night, to lay like a woman. That man is me. I do not want a dressed up painted boy, my search is for that boy, that man, who is going to discover the woman inside.
I go out, I hunt in the same area, along the streets where the crowds gather at night. I search for that man alone, walking, or sitting by himself, not talking to anyone. I approach him face on, eye to eye and engage him in conversation. His eyes tell me a lot. If he is a big man like me, age, is he small like a girl, look for signs. I touch his hand casually, tells jokes about gays, point the queer one over there, talk about girls, who did he last fuck. I want him to show me some of his feelings. I never ask 'do you like cock'. I'll know soon enough. The engagement takes less than five minutes, I know, either move on or move in for the kill.
I can feel it, smell it, I want my cock inside, I want to hold him by his cock, hard, throbbing in my hand, wanting to ejaculate, I want his kiss, his wet hot mouth, my tongue between his lips. His naked body beside mine, giving him every opportunity to show me the woman inside, then coiled like a snake, I strike driving my stake inside. The dream. It doesn't always work like that.
Some men hide the woman inside, they pretend that they are men, their stake, their cock, so I have to break them, tame them, take them by force until the woman in them comes out and they lay and wait to be penetrated, to feel a cock in them, to want to smell your manhood when you cum in them. The woman is there, they are quiet, you are a woman I tell them, it's natures way, you are the woman. For you that's how the game is played.
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