1. My first daddy


    Date: 1/9/2017, Categories: Anal, First Time, Gay Male, Author: daddylover030, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    My first 'daddy' I met at age s*******n, through a sex line. By then, I'd spend hours and hours on the phone, actually searching for a nice girl my age to talk to... and have sex with. Never happened. What did happen was, I started calling gay sex lines. But by then I'd already fully developed my anal 'tendencies'. From age fifteen or so, at the times I found myself home alone, I'd often go to my room, take off all my clothes and disappear into kind of a sex fantasy. This involved a black judo belt which I would turn into sort of a jock-strap. Wearing it, I'd often parade around my room, tilting my pelvis, pushing my pale butt backwards, offering myself and my virginity to any willing man. (Of course, I was invariably all by myself.) I'd also finger myself or insert a candle or a permanent marker. For lubrication, I used some sun screen or after sun - stuff like that. This all probably wasn't very healthy, but hey: I used what was available. I'd also make contraptions, afixing a candle or something to a bedpost using a rubber band. This way, I could go down on all fours, slide the candle into my anus and imagine someone was taking me doggystyle. (That I myself had to slide back and forth over the candle, was a disappointing feature.) My mouth had its demands too, at these times. I'm not that hung, now a seven incher, but back then I was a skinny and very flexible boy. By lying on my back and throwing my legs up in the air and over my head, I could just swallow the first ...
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    inch or so of my cock. To want something so badly, and not being able to have it... I'd often have a mirror in my room, so I could practice my 'suck lips' or watch myself finger- or candlefucking me. (Later on, I often used a video camera and a single tape I kept very well hidden from other eyes.) This 'game' I played could last for hours, during which time I relentlessly, but always unsuccesfully, chased my goal: to be had. To offer my begging butt, my yearning ass, to another man's dominating cock. Imagining how it all would feel if it ever took place - this big, lubricated erection pushing its fist of a head against my wet and gasping anus - would almost be enough to make me come. Yet, I always deliberately postponed cumming for as long as I could. Because after I'd 've sprayed my semen all over the top of my desk or the floor or my own legs and belly and face, my hunger for cock immediately disappeared. Often, I'd feel some sort of aversion or separation from what I'd just done and thought, not because of some social bias or denial, but because outside of my 'fantasy' I've never felt sexually attracted to men. Finding the right guy through a sex line (I'm talking second half of the nineties) took quite some time. Lots of fakers and unreliable types, and of course I myself was apprehensive enough. I sort of knew what I was looking for: older male, deep voice, big cock (though for that I never really dared to ask). Most conversations would go like this: &#034Hey.&#034 [That's ...
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