A gay story: All I Want is to be His Boy I dated women my entire life. Looking back, they were all batshit crazy. That’s not to say that all women are. However, if you were to take my personal experience only, you would reach no other possible conclusion.
I’d say that it’s been about 8 or 9 years since I’ve dated, but I’m not complaining, at all. I do not miss waking up one random day and the person you just spent the last 3 months with, living on cloud 9, decides to take on the persona of the complete opposite of everything you knew them to be, and in turn, causes problems where they otherwise would not have existed. I certainly do not miss this same scenario happening time and time again, like a twisted, real-life version of Groundhog Day.
Fast forward a few years, I had lost a parent, moved in with some family, and was really to myself, for the most part.
Now, this will seem very odd in its randomness at this point in the story, but it is relevant later. For whatever reason, I found myself contemplating purchasing a fucking machine. Of course, I had full intentions of it being used on myself. I will say that I have always been a curious person, and not just in a sexual sense. This curiousness was totally sexual, though!
Coincidentally, I was able to find one that a couple was selling locally. They had purchased it, but never got around to using it.
Wait….am I saying I bought a used sex toy? I mean, I wasn’t buying the dildo attachments that someone else previously owned. Gross. Unless they’re shoving moving gears and metal parts inside themselves, then it was no different than buying a computer part from someone on Craigslist.
Well, to say that I “took it for a spin” is the understatement of a lifetime! I have been “loving myself” very often over the past 6 or 7 years that I’ve owned it.
I absolutely love playing with my ass for hours on end. I have achieved many “hands-free” orgasms with this machine. It isn’t something that you “get used to” over time, at least not for me. As easy as it is to just masturbate with my hand stroking my cock, the few minutes it takes setting the machine up and the block of time spent getting pounded by it are more than worth their investment.
Now, all this time I’ve been getting myself off by penetrating my hole, I never thought of anything relating to guys, being attracted to them, or having sex with them. This was its own thing. If anything, it was asexual in nature.
I really don’t know how or why, but eventually, I did actually develop a desire to experience a real cock inside of me. I would guess that it was probably a combination of things that brought this about. The human need for interaction with others is definitely a huge factor, I’m sure.
I still wasn’t attracted to men. i just wanted to get fucked by one. By a real cock, actually. Who it was attached to, I could care less. I had always heard things along the lines of ” there’s nothing like the real thing” and I wanted it real bad.
Of course, giving up my anal virginity is a serious thing, and in turn, I have always been very picky about my potential first time lover.
I’ve spent plenty of time on dating sites, personals forums, hookup apps, etc. Without fail, my pickiness ends up putting the foot down, and I probably look like the biggest tease to everyone I may have chatted with.
Another point of relevancy is that I quickly realized that I was attracted to some men. Older men. They did, and still do drive me wild!
Then, I found him.
I stumbled across a man’s profile on Adam4Adam who would become my desire, and in no time. He was in his late 50s. Swimmer’s body. Long hair. Rugged. Damn, Im getting tingly all over thinking about him right now. At first, I just liked what I saw, and had no idea about any of the mountain of individual things that I love about this man, which would all come into play soon.
We chatted, and seemed to be heading in the direction of eventually hanging out. Then, I ran into him in Sniffies. It was my conversations with him here that would turn my attraction to him into a full on obsession, desire, and need to be his.
We sent various pictures back and forth, all of which I shamelessly saved to my phone, and look at all the time. I honestly don’t understand how he’s a single man. Dude is flat out gorgeous. No doubt, he is a Dilf, Daddy, and. stud. Of course, he is a top to my bottom, and I couldn’t feel more like this is all a dream, where I’ll wake up eventually and be sad that it wasn’t real.
He has a big dick. washboard abs, and a body that makes me wanna rip his clothes off and explore every part of with my mouth. As of writing this, we have yet to meet, actually. Mostly due to schedules, but I’m guilty of getting nervous and squandering an opportunity once or twice. For instance, one night he just randomly said “ok come over.” at a time when I was least expecting it, to which I got completely weak-kneed and almost passed out because of the moment of realization kicking in that I was finally going to meet this man. The man of my dreams.
I have never met him in person, but I love him. I’m in love with him. The conversations we’ve had. The things he has said to me are so fucking hot that I definitely leaked a little precum in my pants when he said them to me. I know that when he fucks me, all of my feelings for him will grow even stronger than i could ever imagine. He will be my man. And I will be his boy.
I’m sitting here writing this, now able to say that we will meet very soon. Tonight. Tomorrow. Whenever it happens, will be within a week at the very most. And when that happens, I will give him the best blowjob that he has ever had. All inhibitions are out the window. Burned into my brain are the thoughts that “I HAVE to suck his cock” and “I HAVE to taste his cum”. He has no idea of the pure pleasure that he is about to receive.
He makes me feel things that I’ve never experienced before. He is all I can think about. Like I said, we haven’t even met and I’m head over heels for this gorgeous man.
Thanks for reading this book of a post. I am so anxious and excited about being with this man that I just had to gush about it.