A Confession:
Aside from a string of learning experiences with guys when I was younger, a few times getting off with other guys in booths and porn theaters, and one real gay affair half-my-life=-ago, I’ve been straight while referring to myself as ‘bi-adjacent’. I just prefer women. I don’t connect with men emotionally and for the most part don’t find them, aside from a nice cock, attractive.
But I’ve been without a girlfriend, or even a semi-steady playmate, for a few months now. My last girlfriend moved to the East Coast and my RV friend moved on to follow work. That being said, I find myself recalling those early days in Mike’s treehouse, my friend, Darry, who would spend the night, sneak into my room, and have me get him off (he liked to be ridden), the old man who used to bring over lingerie to fuck me in (that was the one affair), and the guy who rough-fucked me in the video booth (something I was NOT prepared for), more with longing than as memories. So I confess that I’m going to be out and about, looking for cock and getting laid by it. Wanna get those fantasies taken care of and out of the way. I’m still craving pussy and the emotional attachment I get from women. I like waking up with them, going to sleep with them, having breakfast with them. I just simply enjoy their company in ways that I don’t with men.
But at the same time, I would adore being on my back, a cock in me, stirring me up, balls slapping against my crack, and then feeling it pulse where I’m tender. If I could give someone head right now in preparation for a good fucking, I would.
Whichever way it goes, I’ll drop by and let you know.
