
Originally Posted by
WyldWyl
If you do not wish to know the pleasure of being lost in big, bear-like arms, adrift in the pleasure of touch and sharing it with another man- your choice.
If you don't care to find the joy of hard leather stinging your back as your mouth fills with cock- your choice.
If I do- my choice, and not your business.
What the fuck should you care if I like getting fucked in the arse? I volunteered for it, I'm doing it with a consenting partner in the privacy of one of our homes, so what's it to you? You say it's damning my soul? Well then, it's my soul to damn and that's the choice I've made. I disagree, but if I'm wrong then at least I'm happy with it. I don't protest your rights to drive your smog-spewing people-mover to church, so why protest my rights to make love to people whom I love?
If the smell and leather and lube gets me hard- how does that affect you?
If the thought of two men together disgusts you- why do you think it?
If I dream of pain, domination, restraint, cocksucking and arse-fucking- why is that a problem?