09-15-2008, 04:30 PM
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 --  (!@#$%)Anselm was slightly dumbfounded; he'd never been placed into this sort of situation before. The awkwardness of it all drove him to focus intensely on his sit-ups, but before too long the burning sting in his muscles grew too strong to ignore. Still, he wasn't about to be left with nothing to do but sit and stare at the gay coyote--and so, he hoisted himself onto the branch and swung down again. Now he was supporting his weight with his hands and arms instead of his knees. Adjusting his grip slightly, he began to pull himself up. (!@#$%)Hybrid's question snapped him out of his reverie. His ears fell back against his head and he gave a quick No in response, stated with such conviction there was no room for questioning. Anselm was most definitely straight; he'd never even been curious about sleeping with a male before. Not only would he be unable to get it up, he'd probably have to fight off the urge to vomit. He really couldn't imagine putting his little guy into some other dude's bumhole... would it smell like poop when it came out? Ew. Catching was even more outrageous, of course--as a male, it was his job to do the pounding, not to receive it. (!@#$%)Essentially, the only man meat he'd do any lovin' on was his own. What's the appeal? he wondered aloud, the disgust cancelling out the curiosity and vice versa, leaving his tone as neutral as before. Obviously there was something he was missing here--maybe Hybrid could at least shed some light on it.  |