Date: September 08, 2017
Thank you to Mikey, for submitting this.
Since the age of six, I’ve preferred older men
and always had sexual urges for them. Guess I
knew way back then what would work best for me.
Would look up to them and picture big bodies and hair
on their chests – with that smell I loved best – that sent
me adrift as if I surfed along skies on some awesome
and wild magic carpet you ride.
Spent much of my time making up dreams
like how I’d cuddle with this guy as he showed
me love in his own special way. He’d know I didn’t
need a daddy, as I’d always be happy to put my
two small hands on his huge, manly body.
I stared a lot harder than most at these guys and
hoped one would open his eyes and finally see mine.
When I had turned six I started to trick with my best
friend next door. He was my age too, said that he knew
about secrets that were hiding inside his mother’s room.
He showed me her stunning Playgirl collection,
which enlarged my small world with a pint-sized
erection that just made me wonder what else it
could do. We quickly proceeded to strip bare ass
naked so we could get down and practice positions
each couple was taking in those glossy pages.
Some boys liked to play when they stayed overnight.
When I was eight one friend my age knew more than
most as he played with my butt and then got the urge
to stick in his dick. Never happened before, though
something just clicked and it made me want more.
Remember that year when I went to a restroom to pee and
this grown man walked right up beside me. I was so shy
back then as I hugged the john tight – but when he unzipped
I was totally gripped and it became love at first sight.
I simply could not turn away from his cock when it dropped
from his fly like some super-sized wood. Just stared at that
dick, which was so long and thick and he also stood back from
the john a good six inches, as if asking: “how do you like that?”.
I adored his cool pubic hair as it wrapped his huge pack
and that big cock head that said, “come here and kiss me.”
But when he was gone I felt sad and have since longed for
some guy to eventually like me.
Needless to say, I made some boy friends who liked to come
up to play now and then, but I knew only grown men made me
feel really happy. I went to great lengths ‘attempting’ to find
some type of sex with a much older guy.
Around that time, my step-father mentioned gay guys
were living not too far from our place. But he warned me
to keep my ass far from those men or I would surely be
molested by them. But instead of filling me full of his fear,
what he said had instilled all new thrills that soon pierced me
with urges that surged my strong-willed, yet still quite small body.
Would think of those gay men dad warned me about and I’d
picture thoughts of me there at their house as we all got naked
to play with our cocks. Got so worked up once, I just grabbed
my bike and strolled down the road to see what they were like,
then rode in circles in hopes they would somehow take notice.
Boredom eventually drew me away and I later made up fantasies
about how cool it was to be with these guys, despite those cruel
things folks say about how all deviants rage like savages and
constantly rape small children.
By the age of thirteen, it was finally my first ‘real’ time
being with a man sexually – he was at least in his thirties.
Now realize those things that happened back then
would fuel a desire I’d pursue to the end.
However, I’ve wondered how
things might have been if they were made a bit simpler then.
If folks stopped controlling the minds of these kids
then maybe they’d grow up and actually live.
I wasted too much time drowning in oceans
stocked with their notions so cold, dark and
which sucked out the life from a boy nearly dead,
who needed to learn how to think with his head
and find ways to swim and kick with both feet –
so maybe again he can finally breathe, or rise up
and fight for the right to think how he wants with
freedom to do what he likes.