The poetry of long-distance love

Paul and Marcel are in love, but they have never met face to face. Paul is 71 and lives in Canada; Marcel is 35 and lives in Ivory Coast. The Silver Daddies web site brought them together. They first exchanged through the message box of the site, giving each other their email address. It wasn’t long before “daddy and son” were sending each other pictures and affectionate letters. 

The age and race differences play a major role in this relation. Marcel is Black, slim, young, firm round butt, well-endowed, cut and cute, everything Paul likes in a virile partner. He himself is a nice looking senior, bald with a beard, a hairy belly and a small cut dick, exactly what Marcel seeks in a potential husband.

When making contact with an interesting party on the Silver Daddies site, Paul gets the ball rolling by sending him a series of photos from age 14 to the present. This usually triggers a warm reception and leads the two parties to talk about their brothers and sisters, their work experience, their hobbies, their favorite music and, most of all, their sexual preferences, fantasies and fetishes.

Paul as a heavy fetish for guys in a jockstrap or leather gear, and finds pictures of Black men in that attire to show how he imagines Marcel on a first sexual encounter. These visuals add some spice to his emails. As for the young Ivorian, he dreams of a white-haired man sucking his thick long shaft and Internet provides him with a good gallery of photos. Marcel even found a picture of a white cock locked in a chastity belt, a symbol of what he can not easily get. Homosexuality is not illegal in Ivory Coast, but the gay lifestyle can sometimes be dangerous because one can get beaten by homophobes. Marcel is obviously in the closet.

As a writer and book critic, Paul doesn’t lose time in sending a short poem inspired by an Ellie Goulding song:

How long will I love my dear Marcel
As long as the stars are above our head
How long will I hold my sweet Marcel
As long as the virile perfume engulfs us
How long will I give to my blessed Marcel
As long as the fusion energizes us

If poetic words touch the soul, erotic pictures touch the body. And we all know that a picture is worth a thousand words. Paul invites Marcel to take selfies in the shower. “I want to see your bronze butt, your divine offering!” He not only sees a cute little behind, but also a huge cock, a stiff ramrod, even a dripping weapon over a full saucer of cum. SO FUCKING TASTY!

Daddy does not have a smartphone and can not send selfies to Marcel. On the other hand, he has published two poetry books in French – Homoportrait and Homosecret – that he sends to his Son via Canada Post. Mail delivery in Ivory Coast is not like in Canada, it can take weeks. For two dollars more on his monthly Bell Canada telephone invoice, Paul finds out that he can call around the world as often as he wants. “Great! I can read selected erotic poems to my sweetheart, I can hear him moan with appreciation, with man-to-man pleasure.”

If I like them frail and timid
It is to better dominate them

If I prefer them wounded or fragile
It is to better possess them

If I wish them frisky and brawling
It is to better tame them

If I want them complicit or expansive
It is to better penetrate them

Paul is obviously a Top in bed, Marcel a Bottom who likes to crunch a French fry, sip an apéritif, drink from the neck, stretch the macaroni or swallow the whiting. With the sausage or the blood pudding, it becomes serious, the mushroom grows at full speed.

To describe the virile member, Alfred de Musset spoke of rudder, today it looks more like paraphernalia. Ronsard gave it the name of flambante chandelle (flaming candle), which is no doubt why we are so anxious to put a torch in the repository, so to speak! Zola called it the human beast for whom it is always noon to its clock.

Paul calls around 6 pm, 10 pm Ivory Coast time, to tuck Marcel in bed and sing him a poetic lullaby.

A Daddy in Canada, a Son in Ivory Coast, words and photos that unite them; will such a love relationship last long, yet alone materialized…? Time will tell because this is a true story.