We all have sexual fantasies. Some of which we don’t really want fulfilled because we don’t live in a world where it can safely come to fruition. While others all ongoing and possible. Those just need the right facilitator. The sexual fantasy that led to my erotic poem, “Well Bred” is such a fantasy.

As told in my article, “My Dream Bangs Need To Be Seen“, I have a couple of gangbang scenarios I would love to see happen in reality. Well, whether it’s one of those or one not so specific, they often have me fucked in missionary positions with my legs tethered to the bed and my hands free to grope the ass of each of my tops when they take their turn.

One day, I decided to put this idea into a poem. As lyrics started swirling around in my head, I also thought about how I would want to feel after bottoming in a gangbang. Then 2 words from a sweatshirt I bought from YesHomoApparel.com came to mind.

The 2 words were… WELL BRED.

Fitting since the reason I bought the sweatshirt is because be I in a 1-on-1 or group, “well bred” is how I like to feel after bottoming. So once that came to mind, the title stuck and I wrote the lyrics around making sure they led to those 2 words.

And that is the story of what led to “Well Bred”.