DADDY BOY SEX : MY OWN EXPERIENCE

1°) Teenage and twenties : THE BOY

I grew up in a cute town by a lake, in a very normal, secure, middle class surrounding. I had always felt some sort of energy punching inside that made me feel somewhat different, but which I did not clearly identify until my late teens. As for most males, my sex life had started with girls. The truth is that they had been like sexless to me from word go. Girlfriends, however attractive, served mostly as a cover for the the earnest, straight looking teenager. Penises, body hair, sperm, that was what sex really meant to me deep down. It made me feel very angry inside once I realized that, and it took me several years to cope with it.

Moving to the city for studying offered new opportunities. As a young handsome man, having sex became relatively easy. I soon got to know that special straightforward lasting glance means a green light.. I was quick to realize I every so often got the green light glance from older guys. How dared they? Yet, I felt an urge in my stomach. Mature guys were just more male, and I had to face it, males were just what made me hungry.

I started looking out for guys on the street, in parks, at the seaside or on lakeshores in summer. Best in bathhouses where you have little or no clothing on. The first three I had were probably too gentle and cautious to really push my inhibitions away. I was a blond baby face, attractive and aware of it. Since I was also uncomfortable with what I wanted, it made me picky and pretentious. I felt like too good for any man, and the result was that none of my experiences satisfied me. I didn't know exactly what would calm down the urge. Although I actually longed for a man to fuck me, I was also extremely scared of it and had managed to get around it at first.

Until the day I met this American silver dad, 57 years old, who came regularly over on business trips. Sneer, you guys : he was one hard top. It would take a determined alpha male to break down my barriers and finally tame me. He couldn't care less that I was young and beautiful; he was just rough, verbal and demanding and made sure I wanted it. Four times, I was coached in his hotel room, and the mature stud achieved what the more gentle, handsome and young had failed. All this energy that was burning inside, he made me let it all out. I was 22, and this experience changed me forever.

This was so much beyond any norms that I should have felt shame or guilt. But I had felt so alive that such concerns were just pushed aside. Not only it became obvious that I would only ever have real sex with males. Also, even though I was and felt a male, I would get most aroused if my partner was different by all other means. What granted the feeling of difference most was age gap, and in time, it turned out to be a defining pattern, eventually reverting as I would get older myself. For the time being, I just knew that I needed to explore this dimension further.

Soon after that, I finished my studies in Germany, and a 2-year lasting sexual affair developed with one of my university professors. 50, balding, sturdy, hairy with a mustache and totally at ease with himself. We craved each other with greed, we never had enough, and I believe we explored together everything possible. He still had other boys though, which was rather easy with his position. This just made me more proactive, eager to surpass myself and anyone in giving him pleasure. Besides, our bond was not merely carnal. Outside of being a sex freak, the professor was an intelligent, humorous, life-loving gentleman. He took care of my education in many ways, developed my intellectual abilities, shared his cultural interests with me along with his love of good food, good wine, good time. To my own relief, getting it on complete with a man twice my age didn't go against civilization. Actually quite the opposite.

As different as they were, these men turned out to be role models, but I would realize that only years afterwards. At this stage, these experiences simply made me realize how much sex is a potent path to ecstasy. Moments of total bliss, when time stops, and you don't care you're gonna die. I was not in love with either of my mentors, yet I know by now our orgasms were not just physical but mental. Lust provided even stronger sensations than love, and an almost religious feel, as if it connected me to the förces of nature. If you want reach that point, you must face your deep self and do what your innermost instincts command. And if you do, it makes you a different person, filled with an energy that does not go unnoticed.

Once back home in my late twenties, everyone seemed to want me. Men, women, young, old. Not many suspected that special something had been forged by absorbing the manhood from mature males. This was what had made me manlier, sexier, comfortable with my body, strong and free in my mind. Even though I felt no more shame, I would not be public about my sex life : most people I knew were shocked or at least embarrassed whenever they found out, and seemingly could not understand. Today, I feel they were probably a bit afraid of the wicked energy it gave me.

In the two years that followed, I kept bottoming for much older tops. Although I did meet some handsome gentlemen, I was more impressed by the ones with strong personalities. But what got me going were fit grown men able to perform. Baldness, grey hair, bellies were welcome if they came together with proud cocks and heavy balls. My travels to the Middle East taught me that my personal ways of reaching heaven could be paid a very high price in some other places. Eerily, this made the men even hotter, even if as a foreigner, I was barely at risk. My affairs with older men also taught me that, however intense, they were unlikely to last. It could be sometimes difficult to communicate , and the power of our physical contacts was emphasized by the boundaries between us in real life.

2°) Thirties : THE MARRIED MAN

But my tastes gradually evolved in a rather short time. By my late twenties, I had become much in demand and quite versatile, I could have male partners of any age. I had started topping guys very effectively, and was quite proud of myself. Bottoming had been necessary and I had thoroughly enjoyed it, but I didn't feel it appropriate to remain at that stage for the rest of my life. The sexual need for difference was fading away at that point, while communication appeared better when there was similarity. As I was pushing 30, I thought it reasonable to settle down. As women were clearly no credible option, I thought the best choice would be turning towards men more or less my own age.. Then I met this wholesome French cub, just three years younger than me. He turned out to be a golden guy, and well, we remained partners for almost ten years. We laughed a lot, we cared for each other, we could rely on one another. It was not exactly passionate, but comfortable and serene. Everything was just fine.

We managed to be physically very into each other for about three years. After that, intensity started to dwindle gradually. What the heck, I thought, I've been and gone and done it in my younger years. I tried to convince myself that sex was no longer so important, but I knew that was not totally honest. Since the internet was booming, I resorted to porn with growing interest, compensating for the lack of strong sensations. Furthermore, the daddy boy porn genre was emerging, and I had to face that what really caught me more than anything was the pairing of males of different ages. As it always had been at the back of my mind, ... just that watching the young ones taking it was getting me always hotter, especially when they were genuinely lustful. I was going through a physical and mental change, turning into a mature man without even being aware. I noticed I was starting to get the green light glance back from younger males. And the web was multiplying possibilities of encounters in unsuspected ways.

Sex is such a powerful incentive to so many people, and that's no wonder. Full satisfaction boosts your energy and brings you peace of mind at the same time. Unfortunately, frenzy cannot be maintained very long with someone you share your everyday life with. It is essentially different from love, and even if their paths may cross, they also tend to part. Some people solve this by cheating, or having "open" relationships. Many give up a real sex life around these ages. Neither was alright for me or my partner, and we had to make a choice. I found out he actually also had his own old private fancies : bears. It had been a while we could no longer find fulfilment together, so we decided to go our own ways. We parted in peace, and have remained very close ever since, like bröthers in arms.

3°) Forties : THE DADDY

Predictably, my new freedom opened the way to what had been simmering inside : I could now have guys at my place. Getting younger ones turned out both bewildering and surprisingly easy. I found the same excitement in sex with an age gap, but this time the other way around, having young men taking the bottom place I used to have in the past, and knowing exactly how to please them. Their juvenile sprouting erections fascinated me, and I felt the urge to penetrate their moist and willing insides. The sound of their moanings, the sight of their young sap blasting made me shiver. To my own initial disbelief, I started "auditioning" boys, maybe about ten a year. About one in four became regulars, which now amounts to around twenty. Sex mates rather than fuckboys. Altogether, only three or four, became what I would call lovers. Reaching that stage with a boy implies I like spending the night, showering, cooking, eating, swimming, boating, talking together with him. Not just getting it on, even if of course, we also do!

Boys should feel great after I feed and breed them, certainly not like scum. I developed what I call the "Mentor attitude", pretty much like a sports coach's would be. Demanding but caring, pretty much what you expect from an ideal daddy.. Like a teacher with his pupils, I have to be severe with some, and benevolent with others, whatever works best. What counts are the results. My task is to help the boys push their boundaries, until they open up completely and share a sound orgasm with me, the type only two males can have together. Making them feel my own masculinity is expected to make them want to develop their own.

Boys come in all different styles and shapes. Some study, others work already. You have the nerds and the athletic ones. There are natives with fair hair and complexion, and exotic swarthy ones of foreign descent. You have the talkative and the secretive; those who smile and laugh easily, and the ones who keep a grim frown, especially during action, as if they were going through some sort of dark drama. Some will go frankly for it, while others have to be pushed and directed. Body contact feels entirely different whether they are stocky or slim, whether they have body, facial hair or not. Each has his own smell, a mixture of his natural body odor, and the soap, perfume or aftershave he uses.

Every new boy is like a small continent to explore. You get the best results by adapting, both to his specific anatomy and mentality. Tracking what reacts best, trying to guess his secret fancies or even have him discover them. Practicing develops that intuition each day a little bit more. Reading sex handbooks has helped me at first, but, I don't need them any longer. It is demanding to get as acrobatic and lengthy as what you get to see in porn. Never mind : what looks best is not necessarily what feels best.

My own sex tastes are nothing but good old classics. What I do just gets thoroughly done, as my standards for giving and receiving pleasure are high. I like keeping it natural, my cock is my only working tool. I never use toys other than for loosening up anal virgins. I definitely enjoy anal sex, became very good at it, and take pride in not hurting even when it's tight. My only real fetish is having sex with socks on - nobody's perfect! Sustained eye contact is essential to me, and I make sure my boys have erections and ejaculations. I must feel, see and hear their lust and pleasure. I want them to want me inside, and I like taking my time.

Newbies are treated with both rigor and courtesy. I always make them come to my place, and usually offer a glass of liquor before starting. I hardly kiss or smile at first, I rub my body and especially my crotch on theirs, and explore their soft spots with my hands until I can hear them panting. I have them remove their clothes before I do, so that we're both fully horny once we have it all off, and they're clearly begging for it. At this point, everything goes almost on tracks. I train them to maintain eye contact, as they often try to avoid it, and give them instructions. Having them down on their knees, working their nipples, slapping my cock on their face, making them play with my balls and untangle my body hair, ..., all that works radical in making them let go. A good facial is just an excellent way to finish off, when anal is not possible. Boys are very reactive to that, and I get fascinated at the sight of my sperm splashing on their skin while they masturbate. If they're ready for more, I like starting doggy because I love to see them spread, but always finish missionary because watching them climax is something I never want to miss.

When a boy gets regular, we're likely to try all possible positions for both oral and anal. If I have a crush on him, I start nuzzling and cuddling him, kissing his mouth a lot, which I rarely ever do at first. I love make him fondle my chest, back, ass and balls, make him lick my armpits, nipples, navel and groin. Rubbing our cocks together is a signal I started considering him as equally male. Eventually, regular boys may also even have me sometimes infringe my basic role as a top. I'm unlikely to give blowjobs, but will rather play with a boy's dick, can take it in my mouth for a few seconds, and even better, tickle it with my tongue or have it bounce against his tummy. Every now and then, it can be a challenge having my baby fuck me. He's so used to the other way around that he's reluctant to do it. So I take advantage of his shyness by remaining in control even then. It didn't actually happen so often though, and whenever it did, I sure had plowed him every way before.

I never bareback, for reasons of both safety and hygiene. Condoms make me last longer, putting them on and lubing them have become an erotic ritual in which boys are invited to participate. I'm not into rimming or being rimmed, the most exquisite treat I know is having my groin licked. Regarding pissing, I don't find it erotic by itself, but in case I get very relaxed with a boy, I find it fun and masculine to do it in front of him or watch him do it when we share the bathroom. It doesn't go further than this though, as extreme stuff is not for me, and there are boundaries of modesty I never trespass. I never make a boy do something he's not clearly willing to. Even if I can be frankly dominant (and in fact, quite a macho at heart...), I don't see my relationship to boys as master/slave, and I am quite cautious with BDSM practices. This has turned out to be an issue with some boys, and remains a sensitive topic.

For sure, daddies and boys cannot be equal when it comes to sex. There has to be a top and a bottom, action can be angry, roleplay is acceptable, but it should in no way degenerate into sadomasochism. Too many boys expect or long to be treated as their daddy’s belonging, and in all sorts of subservient or degrading ways. I see this as the expression of a self-loathing for their attraction to males, and some daddies sadly encourage such destructive attitudes. Fortunately, this can be cured in many cases by appropriate mentoring. Boys should be shown that sexual pleasure between males is good, sound and nurturing, and that bottoming does not imply pain or humiliation. Daddies should be a natural role model of how their boy's own body and manhood are supposed to develop. Daddy boy relationships should be based on mutual fulfilment and respect, and have nothing to do with abuse, even remotely.

4°) DO'S AND DON'TS

Experience has led me to a number of observations and conclusions, many of which I already had anticipated.

1) Starting out with new boys should be rough . It's my manhood they're after first and foremost, not being cuddled. I've been through it so I ought to know. A boy who meets me for the first time is generally intimidated, and he expects me to take initiative. Having a basic training ritual helps, as I have no hesitation about what to do. A first encounter is strategic : you have to shoot straight. The boy's lust must be aroused strongly enough to make his mental barriers break, and make him cum without shame. Succeeding means big chances there will be a second time, and if there is, it will be better than the first one because inhibitions have popped up already.

2) Emotional contact should be established gradually and with great caution. It can work wonders during sex, since some boys are oversensitive to hugging, patting, kisses and whispers. Dosed subtly, this is the cocktail which is likely to trigger shivering reactions : boys will fondle your chest and your back as if they were in love, say crazy things, whimper, and even cry... But then, affection should always go together with sex, unless you have already become very close. Boys who like dads want strong protective men, so you have to remain in control. If they feel you're vulnerable, you're likely to be dismissed shortly.

3) However attractive twinks are, they don't turn out to be the best bait. I find them generally clumsy and not responsive enough. Lack of testosterone maybe? Nothing is worth better than a boy who really wants it. And these are often not the quite youngest and smoothest ones, rarely under 20, though age of consent is as low as 15. Plus, immature and shy guys who don't know what they want and might break down in the middle are a painful waste of time. Fruit has to be ripe...

4) I cannot do it with boys I don't respect. Which means that I have to feel the male essence in them, and that they have to take care of themselves. Sissies, skinnies, sloppies, long hair, all no go's. Giving my cock to a boy is an honor, and I should feel honored back by what he offers. For this reason, calling boys ugly names is alien to my philosophy. I do take pleasure in mental domination, but even more so with the ones I find smart. Actually, when you bring tears of pleasure to a boy's eyes, what better proof of submission do you need?

5) Better not expect reciprocal attention. Boys are typically self centered, and daddies are likely to be a dark fantasy and a sex object to them, not a person they take interest in. I have been their age, they haven't. I know pretty well what they feel, they don't, and most often couldn't care less... unless I really get them off, preferably several times. Then, they start becoming more curious. Ideally, a daddy should be a role model for a boy, an image of what he will become, and it is all the more fulfilling when such a connection takes place for good, because it is actually not the most usual pattern.

6) However intense, these affairs can't last very long. The magic of daddy boy sex is entwined with the fact that two male energies connect at each opposite corner of their sex lives. In everyday life, you're just not going through the same things. Eventually, they will go their own path, don't forget that they get older too. Some will keep in touch, but there won't be many. So don't fall too much for a boy. Don't make yourself available whenever he likes. As there will always be new fresh ones coming up, keep renewing them, even if they get jealous. Baby, those are the rules.

7) Multiple partners means regular testing, something I never had to do all the years I was "married". As said above, I never bareback. Even if, as a top, I am barely at risk anyway, I like being able to prove the boys that they're not. Once they felt safe about that, some boys have been ready to give complete blowjobs, which is simply the greatest homage I can get from them.

5°) CURRENT AND CONCLUSIONS

Affording such a lifestyle is challenging. You can chose to be public as long as you stay legal.Yet, intergenerational sex is still pretty much of a taboo, and you will soon realize that, so I'd rather recommend being discreet. Anyway, you must be emotionally self reliant, and have real close friends you can lean on. Never expect this from the boys. You also have to keep as fit as you can, have perfect hygiene, and take care of yourself well above average. Whenever you are under maintenance, which is bound to happen with age, you have to refrain your sexual activity or even quit for some time. In which case porn helps a lot. Sure, the reward for all this is high because having sex with boys makes a daddy feel well alive and younger than he really is.

I'm often asked what my type of boy is. Well, I don't have a well defined one, although I have a few no-go's. Age range can go from late teens to early thirties, which can mean smooth twinks as muscular and moderately hairy young men. Firm and well shaped asses are a major turn-on, so I keep an eye on bicycle riders. Height can be an issue though, as topping a guy taller than you feels not comfortable. But the most decisive factor is in the eye contact : that's how I can tell if energies are going to match or not. Sex is just as mental as it is physical, and a boy's lust is likely to trigger my own in return. While teenagers can be a thrill because of the strong contrast, better be cautious with them. As young men know more what they want, they will perform and interact better.

And what about daddies? Let's be honest, they keep me ever so horny, but now I became one, I somehow can't plug in with them anymore. Still I love watching them in action, this is why nothing can replace porn. I am fascinated by big hairy bulls on top of young puppies, and if they're balding, greying or silver, it just spices it up even more, as long they are supple and rock hard. Also, I know how physically demanding it is to top a 20 year old when you're in your forties, so I have a lot of admiration for porn daddies, especially if they're older. I guess I watch them like a sports fan watches his idols...

It is certainly hot sharing a boy with another daddy. But a fuckbuddy needs to have a healthy body and mind, and be reliable so that it all goes well. To this day, doing this has been possible with one guy only. Not that there are not many candidates for this, but if you want to stay away from morons, bastards or sickos, there will me many less. Group sex can easily get out of control, beware. What is hot to watch in porn is not always the same when you try to do it for real.

Of course, I tried to shoot my own porn and that's how I realized how difficult it was. You need the proper equipment, and nothing good comes out when it's improvised. It's a professional thing. That's why I have so much respect for people who manage to achieve it.

Am I a sex addict? Very much so, but I believe it to be a healthy addiction. I have become more productive in everything I do, because the sex drive I manage to maintain provides constant stimulation. I wake up with vigorous woodies, almost like in my twenties, while they were weakening ten years ago. I am looking forward to the years to come : age difference has always been my major turn-on, and since I'm more and more into boys, it's going to grow. I have double-aged many times now, had a couple of 30+ age gaps already and I keep in mind that the guy who gave my my first serious orgasm was a 35+.

My personal path sets me apart from many other daddies who get it on with young boys. I have been one of those kyds, I have craved for manhood so much it ached, and feel no shame about my past. The experience of facing my urges and acting them out made me definitely stronger, it made me a man who eventually grew into a daddy, without even noticing. I tried a more sustainable same age relationship, but for all the good it gave, it never reached this sexual intensity. Age difference has always remained my most powerful turn-on, at 25 or at 50. This makes me different of many men who already liked young boys when they were young and just continued as they grew older. I feel like I have the whole perspective...

Have I had "daddy issues"? I don't really have an answer. What my real life dad had at the back of his mind will remain a mystery. I have two bröthers who are straight, with homes and stuff. They know who I am and we get along well, even if they don't want to get into details of my private life. I did try to see a shrink because I was curious, but it seemed I was like too much for him. Actually, am I really that odd?

It is a widely known fact that in the Antiquity, the sexual mentoring of younger males by older ones was considered quite a natural step in the construction of manhood. Various tribes throughout the world have had rituals of insemination of younger by older, implying a similar attitude. I recognize myself there, and masculinity is sacred to me. Not every male may feel the need of this transmission on a sexual mode, but for those who do, the urge is so potent that they get sick trying to resist it, just as they bloom once they embrace it.

Since I don't feel bad about my lifestyle, I don't really need more explanations anyway. Of course, I'm naturally curious, but if I had them, it probably wouldn't change a thing. I'm not a single case, and quite a few guys would like to be in my place but can't. I still have at least 10 years active sexual life ahead, maybe 15, I don't know. I just hope they will be my best, and I want to keep on pleasing boys and have them pleasing me until I'm out of use... Daddy boy sex was destiny.