I’ve never kissed another man before but I’ve always wondered about it. Well not always but for a while now. I’ve wondered what it would be like. I wondered if I would enjoy it. I wondered how his, that imaginary man in the future that I was kissing, lips would and rough features would feel against mine.
Of course they would be rough. I’m very much a girly type of man.
Not in appearance but in my mind.
He would be rough and rugged. Handsome and strong. The Henry Cavill type. Which is funny because I’m more of a Batman fan then Superman but oh my goodness Henry Cavill has the body of a god. He, to me, looks like Superman. But this isn’t about superheroes and if I don’t steer myself away quickly it might turn into which one I’d most like to be fucked by.
(Chris Hemsworth’s Thor)
I’m naturally submissive. I’ve been able to think of myself as a switch at times because certain girls have been able to get me out of that mindset of collapsing to my knees, but it isn’t easy. She has to be something special.
Also I think I’m a bit of a switch with a submissive lean because I’ll go through phases of wanting to lunge and devour a girl. I’d want to rip into her and take her wildly while she was doing the same back to me. Equal balance and equal footing.
The thing is, that only happens with women. When it comes to men I have no desire to do anything but carry out orders and please him. With a man I want him to tell me what to do, or position me to do it. I want him to kiss me and grab me. I want him to fuck me and tell me I’m his dirty little fuck boy. I want Superman make me his bitch.
Sorry, off track again.
So, right, I’m naturally submissive. I want him to grab me and kiss me. I want to feel his lips against mine and his tongue pushing into my mouth as he holds me. His hands will undo his own pants and then make his way to mine. Feeling him undo my pants and push them off of my hips would give a sting through me. I’d shiver. I’d be so hard the first time his hand cupped my balls and squeezed my shaft. I’d whimper a gasping moan into his kiss.
I’d want to be taken. I’d want to be kissed. Basically treated like the girl in the old fashion sense of a man taking me into his arms.
I’ve wondered if it would be anything like that. Everyone always wonders if their fantasies are anything near what the reality turns out to be and this is no different. Truth is it’s probably no different than kissing a girl aside from a few technical aspects of possibly facial hair and no breasts pressing into my chest. Also, sometimes, a less flowery smell depending on the girl.
I hope to be able to kiss another man someday. I want it to be just as hungry and wild as when I’ve kissed girls. I want to feel his hands on my body and grabbing and squeezing at the different parts of me. The feeling of him pulling at my clothes because he wants to rip them off of my body.
Finally, when we’re naked together and grinding into each others body, I can kiss his lips as we writhe together. His knee between my legs as he lays on top of me. I can feel the pre-cum from his cock against my own thigh. His long and hungry diving tongue probing the sections of my mouth he hasn’t explored yet as he builds suspense before turning me into his personal rowing machine (ever see Burn After Reading?).
I’m sure it’ll be somewhere in between fantasy and reality. The good parts being almost as good and the bad parts being unexpected and awkward, but the reality of it being enjoyed all the more. Especially if he ends up looking like Henry Cavill.