As I lay there watching Maria Lawton begin to demolish my mother, as Thelma could see that her son and lover, her ideal of virile  manhood, had been rendered impotent to intervene and was now no better than a weak, defeated boy, my thoughts turned to the core of my erotic self…

My new secret… My passionate love and lust for another man… A man who is my equal in every way… His powerful toned body, his beautiful, skilfully cut cock, his shapely potent balls, so like my own, as they bulge in his taut, proud scrotum… His coy, sensual anus and deliciously dark and inviting rectum… His cruel smile...

And his desire to fight… So like my own…

I am 58 and he is 28 and yet in every way we are equals… He started working out at my gym and we noticed each other almost immediately…

His name is Sebastion...

I was working out with the weights and my beautiful body was tanned and glistening with sweat… As I saw him coming my way I took off my singlet and continued work out in only my posing pouch which was clinging to my lovely cock and shapely balls… I love to display my balls… The core of my manhood and the the unique male ability to seed new life…

He sauntered over and picked up matching weights to those I was using… We were alone in the gym as he had locked up for the night… He looked at me and started lifting…

After his first set he peeled off his singlet…Like me he had on only a very brief silk posing pouch… We checked each other out as we faced each other…  Our bodies glistening with sweat and our chests heaving from the exertion…

After a moment he took it up to the next level and we were both near breaking point… Our bodies trembled and we each had bulging rope in our straining arms…

We were both almost sobbing from the strain when we simultaneously stopped… We stumbled toward each other and we began to fight… We are both such fit, proud, sexy men that we are not accustomed to being bested… But finally a winner emerged and roughly took the anus and rectum of the loser who tried to stifle his heaving sobs of defeat...

For the winner the triumph of using his defeated rival's proud rectum before gushing his seed into victim's darkest dirtiest place… For the loser there is shame and the knowledge that his rectum has been the plaything the better man… He will burn for revenge next time … We have fought several times and we have each won and we have each lost…

Fighting is better than love.

This is the ultimate in male sexuality and we are now obsessed with each other. That is what I really want… I want to test my body against his every day… More than anything I want the sheen of his defeated shit on my beautiful, victorious cock… I want to see him jizz impotently and shamefully as I torment his rectum with my victorious manhood… I'll make him squirt like a boy...

This is gay fucking at a level that only males of the most profound sexual power can achieve.

Am I now on the brink of being totally gay? Totally gay and celebrating every filthy perversion I can experience... I adore seeing my sexy lover's shit on my cock... And my own shit looks hot on another man's cock... Or boy's cock... And best of all it is so delightful when Sebastion and I watch each other shit...

And what of the women with their pouting cunts and sagging udders... What of my babes and their desires?

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