Listen! Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell, for that tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul, my friend. When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues. Rumi
I had never ever felt attracted to men. I had always thought of myself as heterosexual. I had always desired boobs, bums and pussy and in no particular order. But of late, I found myself looking differently at the younger divorced man next door. That I was attracted to him shocked me and what stirred me even more was that he was about 20 years younger than me. Sometimes when I was gardening I thought that he may have been quietly watching me. I dismissed this notion as foolishness and put it down to one old man’s hopeless fantasy. None the less it was a fantasy that I liked and it stayed in my mind even though I felt it had no basis in reality and, yes, it made me hard.Ian
The thing about fantasies is that they should be amazing. No use having a boring fantasy. Enjoy them. It’s a way of processing a variety of curiosities and proclivities. We are men. And what unites all men is our drive to feed our dicks. Across my experience, I have found that sliding mine into a hot, wet muff is my most enduring addiction but on various other days I have enjoyed another bloke’s firm hand on my balls. It changes throughout your life and shifts from time to time when the mood takes you. Not sure that fantasies or sexuality is fixed. BobBob
“I love sucking cock. Just the thought of that hard throbbing cock in my mouth gets me hot. I like to tease guys, I just lick the head real softly at first, built up the tension by wraping my whole mouth around his hard cock and suck the head gently, then unexpectedly shove the whole cock in my mouth and suck HARD and FAST licking around the head every once in a while. Man just describing it makes me want a huge stiff throbbing cock in my mouth. I’m going to get mouthfucked now”.Mouthfucked
Indwelling excitements swelled at delights to come
As I descended and ascended those thick distended walls.
I grasped his root between left forefinger and thumb
And with my right hand tickled his heavy voluminous balls.
I plunged with a rhythmical lunge steady and slow,W. H. Auden 1907-1973
And at every stroke made a corkscrew roll with my tongue.
His soul reeled in the feeling. He whimpered “Oh!”
As I tongued and squeezed and rolled and tickled and swung.