I remember one guy,
I think he was twenty-one
and never had before,
as I fell into the softest
sixty-nine with him,
my cat popped up
from under the bed,
began working him
for attention
and he was ecstatic,
a cat lover!
half his mind fellatio
and the other half
focused on purring,
a childlike happiness
squirreling his features
all up;
he hadn't expected
this shower of gold,
dude's first
—William Keckler, the Poet Laureate of the Gay Pornosphere