Anybody who finds it sick and wrong for a lesbian to fuck a gay man can just stop reading now.

Welp, I did it. I got myself a faggoty ass and had one hell of a time with it. It's different from fucking a girl ass, though. Or, at least it's different from fucking either of my girls. I've seen some porn movie girls who could probably do similar things.

As you know, Mac and I have been playing phone tag since the Hat Hootenanny. Today was the day we'd tentatively set up to have a date. So I waited until 10:30 (the earliest possible time you should ever, ever call a fag on Saturday morning) and called, and Fates be praised, he actually answered the phone. He was still interested; I was still interested. We set up a time and I gave him directions to the Ranch.

Then I called Deb. She'd asked that I keep her apprised of the situation. She was so excited for me. "Have a ball, Honey! Have two!!"

I washed the dog and then watched some "Queer As Folk" on DVD to get in the mood while I waited. He came with a little shaving kit bag nearly bulging at the seams.

First off, when he got here, I asked him if by "bottom," he meant bottom in the sense that gay men use it, meaning the receiver of dick, or did he mean bottom in a dominance and submission kind of way. He said yes, yes and yes.

We went upstairs and I told him what I wanted to do to him (kiss, chew on his nipples, fuck his ass, play with his dick, and top in a growly kind of way). He told me what he was okay with, which was everything but playing with his cock. He said that, oddly for a gay man, he doesn't like others playing with his cock unless it's a special relationship.

He didn't know what to expect at all. He didn't know if I wanted him to do stuff like go down on me (not unless you're chowing on my cock) or what. I told him I was about a 95% stone butch, and I'd only be doing stuff to him. He wouldn't be doing anything to me. He told me he was about 95% the opposite, but he'd always heard that called being a lazy lover.

I told him I'd always wanted to do a gay man, that it was one of my best getting off fantasies and inspired by gay porn, which has always been way hotter to me than anything I've ever seen with women in it. Yeah, call me a perv. I'm not the only one.

On the phone, I'd asked him to bring whatever kind of lube he wanted to use because all of our in-house stuff is water-based. He brought Elbow Grease lube. That stuff rocks for ass fucking.

That boy also brought over a Jeff Stryker-modeled dildo for me to use on him. That was damned considerate. Now I don't have to bleach wash one of my own. And that fucker is bigger than Denzel. He also had a massive butt plug and a towel and a bottle of Wet in his little bag.

He asked if I objected to him using poppers. He said it helps opens his ass up. I told him I have zero experience with any sort of recreational drug, and that if I could trust him to be able to make good decisions about his physical capabilities, then it was okay with me. I might see if we can do it without next time. That shit stinks.

I showed him the St. Andrew's cross by letting him hold on to the bar suspended across the top and grabbing the back of his neck and grinding my crotch up against his ass. Then I grabbed his ass and kneaded it a bit. He responded well, so I figured we were pretty good to go.

Had to go downstairs to put my harness on and load up the cock. I wasn't even sure it would fit through the hole, but it did. After I removed the ring you're supposed to thread the cock through. Came back upstairs and he was lying on his belly on the bed, shoes off, everything else still on.

I mounted him and kissed the back of his neck, ran my hands up under his shirt. His chest was hairy. For some reason, I'd imagined it smooth. But it was okay. He has one nipple pierced, so he told me to be kind of gentle with that one, but that the other could take a lot of abuse.

His shirt came off and he got up on his knees. I'd asked him what position he likes to get fucked in, and hands and knees won. Then the jeans came off. No drawers.

He had a very fuzzy ass, which wasn't so bad. He'd hinted that he was hairy when we talked a couple weeks ago at the party. And he left his socks on, which probably would've driven Jake crazy. At the end of the date I asked him if all gay men left their socks on. He said a lot do and confirmed my suspicion that it's just about keeping their feet warm.

I pulled my loaner cock out (hefty mo-fo), gloved up, lubed up, and after just a teeny bit of playing with his asshole, he was ready. He just eased back and rode it all the way down.

What followed can be summed up as "a lot of fucking his ass." I really did enjoy fucking and getting my hips into it, going hard, easing off, working back up again. Kept having to wipe sweat off on my sleeves. Got to spank him hard. He was real good at calling me daddy, though not much of a talker otherwise. At one point I said something about his ass. He said, "Whose ass is that?" I said, "It's mine now. You just gave it to me."

He'd say, "Don't stop, Daddy," and, "Fuck me, Daddy," in his sweet Southern boy accent. And toward the end, he was saying, "Kiss me, Daddy."

I had him roll over so that I could work on his nipples. It was harder to chew on his nipples than Deb's or Sara's. For one thing, it's teeny, like a cat's nipple. And then there's the flat boy-chest issue. Can't suck nearly as much of it into my mouth as I can with a girl boob. But I'll say this for him, he could take about as much chewing as I could dish out. And he was pushing my head harder into it, too. Then I put three gloved fingers up his ass while I teethed on his chest. He liked it, but he was about done in by then, so we called it a date. He let me know that he had enjoyed the experience a hell of a lot. Yay.

He went downstairs and "freshened up." As he went down the stairs he said, "I just got my ass fucked by a woman. My mother will be so excited."

When he came back, I told him I'd been nervous because I was worried I might not fuck good enough to satisfy a gay man.

"I hate to say this, and I mean I really hate to say this," he said, "but you fuck better than a lot of the gay men I've had." Now you can imagine how proud this made me feel. He also said it felt very real. Like being fucked by a real dick, not a dildo. Cool.

He curled up into the crook of my arm just like the girls do, and we talked while I stroked his shaved head. He said he envied us our little family and wished more gay men wanted that kind of relationship instead of just serial tricking.

Boys are messy though. He came while I was fucking his ass, and I didn't even know it. I kind of suspect when it was, but I didn't get to watch. Dammit. And ass sex this vigorous is kind of messy on its own. Between me wiping off lube and such, we used up a lot of towels and the comforter got wasted. And I was working so hard I got one of the pillowcases sweaty when I laid down.

We decided we'd both like to do it again sometime but didn't set a date.

Then I called Deb and crowed. "I am the stud! I am the Mac daddy!" She congratulated me and told me how proud she is that I made this happen. I'm proud of myself, too. This was one of the damn boldest things I've ever done. Dag. I still can't half believe it.