Gay Sex
Hair and Loathing
The prep work for sex, physically and mentally, is quite taxing (For me, at least).
Don't eat heavy, shave, flush with water, cope with guilt, and clean up.
I have a small mirror that has seen the unholy sight of a regular guy's butthole more than it's needed to. My clippers could tell vietnam war stories from the amount of bush they've cut through.
The bathroom becomes a symphony of unholy toilet sounds.
All for a good bust.
Cuts and Bruises
After the deed is done, and balls have been thoroughly drained, I prefer to fuck off. I'm not one to stick around for cuddling. Especially after receiving.
"After care" is the most off-putting thing after sex.
I hate being treated like I'm weak.
I can provide all of the love someone needs, but I rarely want it myself. I see it as a necessity for others that I'm able to give.
I've been put in positions where I'm the asshole for not wanting aftercare.
Let me lick my wounds, and tend to my own needs.
It's hard to feel masculine after being emasculated.
All I can think about afterwards is what my relatives, dead or alive, would think of me. How fucked up and disgusting I am. How weird and gay I am. How "the computer" is the reason I'm the way I am.
All for a good bust.
Worth it.