Yes. We competitive men who make war and fight, who rape, pillage and burn. Our toxic breed who shoots our violent seed to all the corners of the world also finds peace in a mutual handy. A gentle cup of his balls, a rub and tug of his tadger, he of mine. Cooperation. It’s amazing that moment of entente, of mutual respect and acceptance of our similarity in that moment just after we both cum. When we meet eyes and nod before we each go our own way.
