Dear Gay Dude, Is there some kind of formal conversation about who is going to pitch and who will catch or is there some form of telepathy involved, like ants have? Or do you just wing it?
Dear Deluded, while our mating rituals may seem arcane to the ininitiated, it's actually quite easy to figure out...
I'll take you back to my place where I'll worship your cock, drink up every last drop of cum, flip you over and lick your dirty asshole before I ram in my ten inch cock.
No thanks.
What's the matter, do you think I'm over-qualified for the job?