The Man That I Am with My Man - The Hidden Cameras

The man that I am with my man

His warm coals heat toes

A shower cleans the surface and holes

Water, soap and hands

I sit while he stands

Over me I can hardly see

That he is peeing on my shoulders and knees

A warm, wet yellow breeze

He towels my head until dry

And leads me to his bed opened wide

For my penis, nose, fingers and feet

Body, worn and set for sleep

Taking out my hand

He lifts me up and we both stand

We could be in the army or the Klan

'Cause when we’re brothers in blood

I think we’re brothers in band

Solid is the rock of my man

Solid is the rock of my man

Solid is the rock of my man

The man that I am with my man

Tamed but feeling no blame

Taking my red wishes in hand

Until my eyes have closed

The man that I am with my man

Pulled, poked and probed

His tongue licks my armpits and chest

Warm, red, soft and wet

Making a cut with a knife on my hand

Then he uses his tongue, licks, swallows and grins

On my knees, I do the same to my man

Blood juices loosen me up in me, I feel man in man

Taking out his hand

He lifts me up and pets my head

We could be in the army or the Klan

'Cause when we’re brothers in blood

I think we’re brothers in band

Solid is the rock of my man

Solid is the rock of my man

Solid is the rock of my man

The men, they are men with their men

Raised in an army camp

Spit on my tarnished hands

And pull at my underpants

I’ll be the man who I am with my man

Dressed in borrowed clothes

He softens my deep blues with his thighs

The fear of ocean underside

Taking out their hands

They lift me up and we all stand

We may be in the army or the Klan

'Cause when we’re brothers in blood

Then we are brothers in band

Taking out his hand

He lifts me up and we both stand

We could be in the army or the Klan

'Cause when we’re brothers in blood

Then we are brothers in band