He made it all OK. The way I was thinking. The way I was feeling. The things that I wanted. He told me I was born to be like this and there is nothing wrong with it. He gave me permission to be what I was. We talked for several weeks, and then he came to me, caged me and slid into me in a way I never knew I needed. “Think about this,” he said, as he was fucking me, “If you weren’t a faggot, I wouldn’t be here, right now.” I felt things building, but when he said that it all became cataclysmic. We both came at the same time. He didn’t realize that I had as well until he recovered from his orgasm. He smiled at me and fed me my own cum. “If you can do that,” he said, “There’s no reason to take it off at all. You are exactly the way you should be. I’m proud of you.”