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Here's what I had with my first
boyfriends: Lots of hugging and kissing, some
oral sex (one was the best cocksucker I've ever
met!), and an increasing interest in anal sex.
Basically a "vanilla" gay sexual pattern with less
anal versatility than is commonly the case among
gay men. I may have been a bottom for about a
month, but that passed quickly and I now loooooove
to fuck.
Here's what I had with my longest-lasting
boyfriend: Lots of mild dominance-related
fucking. He loved getting plowed and I loved
plowing. I loved using him as my masturbation toy;
he loved being used. I discovered that I break out
in a drenching sweat when I fuck vigorously enough;
he loved that. We installed bolts and used ropes
and ankle restraints to make it relaxing for him to
keep his legs in the air. I discovered that my dick
twitched harder when he would flinch ever so
slightly from the pain/pleasure I inflicted by
squeezing his nipples. This was a bit upsetting to
me -- but he loved it and I got over it.
Here's as far as I'd be
willing to go in that direction: Not at all, if
that's what he likes. But if he does, then a sling
would be nice. Maybe a bit of bondage and other
stuff to emphasize how eager he is to have my dick
up there inside him, seemingly showing no mercy
(heh heh). Really heavy SM stuff is a theoretical
possibility but I doubt I'd enjoy it; if he wanted
it he'd have to work on me to change my mind. It
might not work!
Here's what I had with my most
recent boyfriend: He started calling me
"Daddy" within two seconds of our first private
hug. When I didn't complain, he said it again. And
again. And again and again and again -- and soon it
was about 25% of the words out of his mouth! Much
to my surprise, every time he said the word, my
dick got a little bit harder. We did a lot of
jerking off with him calling me Daddy and me
telling him he was my boy, and I really got into
working and jerking his uncut dick. Later, when he
overheard me telling someone that cut versus uncut
doesn't matter much to me, he almost fell off his
chair laughing. (I guess I went gaga over his
foreskin a lot more than the other guys he'd
dated.) I'd have to plead Guilty As Charged, but
cut is wonderful, too! I'm cut, myself.
Here's as far as I'd be
willing to go in that direction: Call me Daddy
if that's a magical word for you; call me something
else if it's not. Pretending to be your actual
father is going too far; pretending to be someone
else's actual father (someone not present during
sex) would be OK because it's just a fantasy (although I've never done it).
Jerking off is fun and safe, and if you don't want
anal stuff involved, we can still have a great
relationship.
Here's
what you would have to put
up with: I'm a nudist. I love doing just about
anything naked. You don't have to be a nudist
yourself... you just have to like the idea of a
daddybear's furry body right out there in the open
for you to look at any time you'd like. I travel a
lot -- especially during the summer months -- and
you're welcome to come with me... but if you're the
worrying jealous type, you probably won't be
comfortable with your daddybear running around
naked with hundreds of other naked men. I'm quite
capable of being monogamous (faithful to you) even when I'm far away.
So where would we end up? Anywhere
between vanilla and slightly kinky. I would adjust
to your pattern, and probably you would adjust to
mine, right? I don't think you get along with
someone sexually by comparing your checklist of
turn-ons to his; you explore your effects on each
other and discover the set of things that make
sense for the two of you as a couple. With Mr.
Longest-Lasting, I had no friggin' idea that I'd be
tying his ankles in the air. With Mr. Most-Recent,
I had no friggin' idea that being called "Daddy" would get
me rock hard (my dick is beginning to grow right
now, just from admitting that!). So with you, I
have no friggin' idea what will turn out to be the
key to our experience. Wanna find out?
Just how young does he have to
be, anyway? Youth helps, but it's not necessary
and is in some ways a pain. The three guys I was
gaga over before my last steady were all my own age
or even a slight bit older! This was quite a
surprise to me, but a pleasant one; I had thought
two of the three were 6 to 8 years younger. All
three were slim, liked "bears", were smooth or only
a bit furry, and had something youthful about their
appearance or their demeanor (although none
resembled "chicken" -- not by a long shot). The big
plus was that all three were emotionally mature,
too -- no lies, no wishful exaggerations of the
truth, no games.
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