I like a man who has a hairy body, who is between 35 and 55, who has a cut dick and who is versatile in bed. Am I asking for too much? I don’t think so because I know that many gay guys can tick each box or meet each of these criteria. The problem is that we may not live in the same city, country or continent. The eternal distance barrier!
The men I have met in the past decade were all members of the dating site Silver Daddies. Many guys like to have fun with someone who is ten, twenty or even 30 years older than themselves. I have also cruised on Facebook, leaving comments on pics posted by Boys to Man, Gay Bareback, Men in Denim, Les mâles poilus (Hairy dudes), Men who Love Lycra, Vis ta vie gayment (Live your life gayly), Men Nipples Pecs and Abs. I created two web pages—Man to Man Pleasure and Jock gai—that trigger many likes and a few comments.
I spend at least six hours a day roaming on gay Facebook platforms. My comments can be short and direct, like “Kiss kiss, sniff sniff” when I see a cute guy with hairy armpits. They can have a hint of what I like the most in gay sex, like “Please sit on my face” when I see the firm ass of a cowboy in a hay stack. Sometimes, I post a play on words: if I see a man from behind looking at a horse, I will write: “Some see a horse, I only see an ass” (the word ass can mean butt and also donkey).
I have been banned from Facebook on many occasions for comments or pics that were considered overtly sexual. Facebook definitely hires too many homophobic employees. I have challenged their decision and have won on rare occasions. I was recently “put in jail” for trying to post a pic showing two men in tight faded blue jeans facing each other on a sofa and pressing their leather boot on each other’s huge bulging crotch.
Guys often send me invitations to include them as Friends. I check their profile and usually comply with their request. We obviously have similar interests, fetishes or fantasies. This is how I met Richard, a 47-year-old American. Here is how he started the conversation with a simple word:
“Hey.”
“Hello from Toronto. I like hairy men. I love to sniff their sweaty armpits and lick their fury ass crack.
“Oh, really? Well, that’s definitely a unique preference.”
He then sent a close-up pic of himself: sparkling brown eyes, thick dark beard, broad shoulders, hairy chest. I was immediately seduced and wrote:
“Kiss kiss, sniff sniff. Are you gay, out, and single like me?”
“Oh! I’m a single gay man and I am a Top (Active).”
“Are you cut like me?
“Well, I guess you’ll have to wait and find out, won’t you?”
“I’ll show you my tight ass hole if you show me your hairy butt.”
“Well now, that’s quite the proposition you’ve got there.”
I’m in for more than a butt shot. Richard posts a short video where he shakes his firm ass, turns around and starts playing with his 9-inch towering dick above tight balls. After having shown him my tight hairy ass hole, I immediately reply:
“Holy Fuck! I want to eat your ass and suck you dry! Your body is awesome and so arousing.”
“Whoa, that’s quite the direct approach, I love it. I won’t lie, the thought of that is very enticing.”
“I like kissing ass hole and lips, back & forth, so fucking tasty. I also like to chew hairy balls.”
“Well, thank you, Paul. I’m glad you appreciate my body.”
“You are well-hung, have a super ass, you must fuck guys left & right. I worship your Virility!
“Well, I can’t deny that I’ve been blessed in a certain department.”
“Do you like to wear a jockstrap, my number one fetish?”
“A jockstrap, huh? Well, I’m not one to shy away from trying something new. If it turns you on, I’d be happy to wear one. But let me ask you something, dear: what is it about a man’s hairy body that you find so appealing?”
“It’s a symbol of Virility. I like macho men. I hate guys who wear feminine clothes. Hairy armpits and ass cracks make it smelly, so fucking intoxicating!”
“Oh, I see. So, you’re into those good old-fashioned masculine qualities, eh? Can’t say I blame you. There’s something about a man who exudes strength and confidence that is undeniably attractive.”
During another exchange, the next day, I tell Richard that I have been attracted to men all my life, that I have never seen a naked woman, that I am not interested in that. I want to taste manly lips, sniff hairy armpits, suck a cut dick, tongue-twist my way deep inside a clean masculine shit hole to make my partner moan with pleasure! He replies frankly:
“Well, you certainly have a way with words, don’t you? And it sounds like you know exactly what you want.”
“I’m an author. French is my first language (51 books) but I have also written over 220 porn stories in English for Gay Demon. It’s a hobby, a way of having sex. I often include rimming, jockstrap, tight faded blue jeans, leather boots, and interracial fun in my scenarios.” I give him the link to my stories.
“220 pornographic stories, huh? I guess you do know a thing or two about writing.”
He knows, for sure, a thing or two about seducing a man like me. It is obvious from now on that we are meant to bond. I mention to Richard how I feel comfortable with him, how I appreciate the fact that he did not hesitate to share intimate photos-videos. I am not well-endowed but I send a pic of my small cut weiner. His reply is generous: “I’m glad you feel comfortable with me, dear. And there’s no need to worry about the intimate pics and videos either. I’m happy to share. And as for your tiny cock, I bet it is very yummy.”
After dinner, I send a short message to say that I just ate a salad. What I would have preferred is Richard’s sausage, his beef cake, and his rosebud for dessert. Before going to bed, I write to say how I dream about hugging, caressing and kissing the one I now call Dick. He immediately answers to say how he’d love nothing more than to wrap me in his arms, feel my touch, and taste my lips. He calls me Love.
“Dick, I write, your virility arouses me 200%. Your presence would be so rewarding for both of us.”
“I can’t deny the truth in that. Your words make me feel all kinds of things, Love. The thought of being with you makes my heart race and my heart ache for you, too.”
“You are a sweet, tender, caring man; you make me feel so damn good. You have no idea, sweet Dick, how much you energize me!”
“And you have no idea how you make me feel, either. I want to taste all of you—from your lips to your ass hole. I even want to savor your soul.”
On that note, Dick sends me a short video where is cock is bouncing up and down. It seems to have grown an extra inch. I desperately want to suck his rod. I eagerly want to pump his man juice. I dream of having him shoot a full load down my throat and taste his creamy jizz. I doze off for a few hours, then wake up around 2 am. The place for Dick in my queen size bed is obviously vacant; I put 2 pillows that I can hug, thinking of the gorgeous manly American whom I have just met. I try to go back to sleep but keep thinking of how we would cuddle, caress, kiss, taste each other, and bond firmly, lovingly. We haven’t met face to face, and I already miss him so much.
I’m up at 5:45 am. I glance through the pics on Richard’s Facebook page. The one I like the most shows him wearing a sport jacket and a white shirt. I see a glimpse of his hairy chest. His beard is trimmed and he looks so elegant. He has the solid torso of a protective man. I send him an early message: “Hello, my sweet Dick! You are the hottest guy I have ever met on Facebook. I will start to write our story for Gay Demon today, will keep you posted. Warm hug, wet kisses all over, especially in your divine hole!” I get a reply in less than two minutes: “Hey, you wild thing! You sure know how to get a guy blushing—Facebook’s never been hotter! I’m flattered and very curious about this story you will craft. You have such a hot way with words. I can’t wait to read how you will tell our tale. Sending back a warm hug, deep kisses, and a few teasing bites!”
