Sex is 90% in your mind

I’m a member of a few Facebook gay groups like Hot Jockstrap Studs, Mecs en cuir (Dudes in leather), and Beauty of Asian Men. In late November I posted a pic of two guys in a jockstrap. One is sitting on the floor, his right hand on his bulging pouch and looking up to the other one facing him. This latter guy has a peachy ass and is wearing boots. My message was “Craving for man-to-man pleasures”. In mid-December, Serge from Ohio (USA) put a Love emoji, and I sent him a message because he looked like a hot gay man. It was the beginning of a long exchange on the Messenger platform where Facebook does not exercise censorship. He replied spontaneously:

“Hi baby. How are u.”

‘Lonely and horny, would love to be with you, both of us in a jockstrap like this one.” (I included a pic showing of two heavy guys wrestling, pouch to pouch, one in red, the other in black.)

“Hell yes.”

“I find you so handsome on this pic” (one from his Facebook page).

“Ty”

As a published author, I always write complete sentences, no abbreviations like u or Ty, even in my emails and Facebook comments or messages. I will do this also for Serge’s replies in the following correspondence. My next comment was:

“You look both virile and tender; for me, that’s a guarantee for a hot and warm relationship. I like French-kissing, and caressing all over. Maybe you are already partnered…”

“Yes, I am but no sex. Need to be in your hole.”

“That would be so hot. I haven’t been fucked in many years (asshole very tight); I adore sucking and swallowing man juice. I adore eating a guy’s ass and kissing him on the mouth back & forth, so yummy!”

“Wood love it. My cock would be at it’s biggest being in you.”

“Are you cut or uncut, hairy bush and arm pits?”

“Hairy and uncut.”

“Here are pics of my asshole and my cock, maybe not good idea to share here…”

“Oh, I don’t mind, but yes safer on Adam 4 Adam.”

During our next exchange, Serge tells me that he’s 35; I’m a little more than twice his age. He wonders if he is too young, and I reassure him that, on the contrary, I so much want to play with a younger man, a Son for a horny Daddy. Serge also indicates that his partner, a man, is 58. They don’t sleep together, from what I understand.

I tell him that I write short stories for Gay Demon, and give him the link. “I hope you will read a few, and rate them Excellent, lol.” For Christmas, I send him a warm hug, a sweet kiss and a slap on the butt. He promises to read some on my stories, and to give me some feedback in the new year.

His first message in 2022 is cute and original. It’s a Facebook post entitled “What kind of undies suit your personality?” Under the question, there are two small pics: one of Serge and one of a jockstrap. The full answer reads: “Serge, you should wear a jockstrap. You are the life of the party. You love doing things on your own. You are strong and confident. You are not afraid to express your emotions.” I have a strong jockstrap fetish, and 75% of the message applies pretty much to me too.”

Serge adds that his partner would not appreciate seeing him wearing a jockstrap in public, showing off his big bulge. I reply that I would love to be Serge’s partner and honor his manhood in a jock. I get hard just thinking of how I would kiss, lick, and suck his rod to extract the divine man juice, sip it, then kiss and snowball. It so happens that I have just send a new story to Gay Demon: First Jockstrap Comes With Fringe Benefits. Serge reads it, and reports back.

“It is very good, not excellent. You should have included more dirty content, more hard-core scenes.”

“I tend to write shorter stories in case guys might stop reading before they get to end. I don’t want to complicate things. I prefer direct and punchy lines.”

“No, I mean write a three-part story. Explain more the sex, give cues on what is behind the story, develop more partners, spin them off in new episodes. If you push it to the limit, you could end up with a book.”

“Thank you for your advice. I have to go and shovel snow, lots of it in Toronto, major storm.”

You probably doubt that I have taken Serge’s advice seriously. You’re right. At least for the time being. Meanwhile, I have decided to buy three paintings by Yvon Goulet, a Montréal gay artist whom I have met over twenty-five years ago. I follow him on Facebook and comment regularly on pics of his works. Time to put my money where my mouth is.

The first one is called Pieta Bear, 24 x 24 inches, $500. A cub sucks the mother bear’s tits; here, a cub-son sucks a bear-Daddy’s nipples, and why not vice versa. Gets me hard both ways. The second one is The Negotiator, 36 x18 inches, $800. You see a man in boots with a nice bulge, holding a bat which looks like an extension of his dick. My ass is tight but “no pain no gain” as they say; he can shove the round top in my hungry hole. The third painting has no title (Senza titolo), 20 X 16 inches, $400. It’ a face of a handsome man, short hair and beard, all in shades between dark brown and light beige; I imagine his hairy chest, crotch and ass.

Talking of hairy chest, Serge sends me two pics of himself, one in a leather harness. He is more than mildly hairy and I love it. A third pic shows his long and thick uncut dick. I reply to say how I dream of sucking it, and imagining his rod pounding my ass hard and deep (once he has rimmed me with frenzy to relax my tight hole, of course).

“Holy fuck! You are so hot. I would love to kiss you, lick your nipples and suck your cock. You are an adorable man who deserves virile attention, dear Serge.”

“Shit, I need it 24-7.”

“I so much want to hug and caress you right now. I am lonely and need the warmth of a man, wish you were in Toronto. I will treasure your pics.”

“Keep them to jerk off!”

We chatted on Facebook two days later, and I told him about a guy from Silver Daddies who came to my place. I explained how he turned be on, how I sucked his flaccid cock, and ate his dark brown ass hole. He never got hard and did not even moan with pleasure as I was tongue-twisting me way inside his divine butt. He left with diplomacy, saying that we were simply not a good match. It’s the first time that I experienced such a scenario.

A few years ago, a trick took a picture of my cock and my ass hole. I posted them in my Silver Daddies’ private gallery. Serge wanted to see my private part, but I hesitated as I am not well-endowed at all. We play the role of Daddy-Son, and I finally agreed to sent them, adding that “Daddy’s dick is so small but Son could make it grow”. His reply fused back in two seconds: “Hot to have Daddy to grow his to be as big as Son.” As for my anus, I just said that it was waiting for Son’s bazooka. Serge is a Top, and is answer was “Dang Daddy, you get me so wet!”

The last time we chatted, I sent Serge three pics of well-hung guys in chaps. I get turned on by this gear (https://www.gaydemon.com/stories/Chaps_Are_a_Cowboy_s_Signature_30525.html). The third one features a Black dude with a foot-long joystick. He immediately replies. “That’s me, lol, but they are all hot. You make me hard. Precumming right now.” Sex on Facebook is sometimes hotter than in reality. Shows you how 90% of sex is in your mind, 10% between your legs or in your crack.