Thursday, April 20, 2006

Bert

It hasn’t been easy dragging Bert around all my life. Honestly, it’s not as glamourous as it may sound to be hung and gay.

Who ever said I wanted to use Bert in the bedroom? Just because a man is hung does not mean he wants to go shoving his pecker in things. I always considered it a very handy pee tool- reaching down in the darkness of night, in bathrooms lit by night lights to comfortably find where to go on its own.

Bert has been quite a pest in the homo-bedroom. I’m what they call a bottom. It’s the lowest one can go on the totem pole of the human sex chain.

Bert ruins my chances of being a happy bottom.

In high school gym showers in the 9th grade I scared my classmates who knew me previously as the poor boy with bad acne.

They called me “Kick-stand”.

Life wasn’t any different in the Army. They made me carry the M —60 because they knew I could! I have spent my life searching for a top who does not become a bottom when I introduce him to Bert and my pen.

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