My real love stories are bittersweet. I knew of and admitted my attraction to men when I first met my wife of 36 years... fell blindly in love with her because she said I love you anyway. For 25 years I tried and wanted to have a different life. But we were just too different as people to be really compatible in the ways that make for real happiness.
I met my first man at age 54. He is team and athletically built and ruggedly handsome, first gen Polish, a technical software consultant. He found me on silverdaddies. We met for drinks to get acquainted then another time at a hotel where he was staying overnight for a dinner meeting. We did not fuck the first time, made out intensely and on my way home I looked at myself in the rear view and said out loud. Finally I can breathe!
He taught me how to be with a man. I loved that his toppish vibe and the he liked to flip and get fucked. He loved that when I shot my load I could hit his eye.
Soon after we started meeting every couple months, always in hotels he booked, for just an afternoon, I was diagnosed with early prostate cancer. I had my surgery and recovered but my ailing natural boner did not. I started on injections to get functional and it still works. I was always so grateful to him for liberating my identity.. I couldn't really comprehend that to him I was just a guy to fuck even though he was always polite and kind, but never really wanted to be social friends.
Then I got an STD from I still don't know where, and he walked away.
Later I met someone who in turn introduced me to a man with whom I can share love. Our romantic times have been very sweet, overnights in airbnbs, at state park lodges, and randily in the back of his van. We have enjoyed concerts and plays together. The most romantic times as simply waking up to him in the morning when we rarely can spend the night together. I adore being able to reach over and caress his morning wood, rolling over on him and feeling his big furry strong chest. But he is also married, I doubt we'll ever be able to share life together.
I met another man who is all top. He is my daddy even though I'm a little older. He owns my desire because I can not quit his magnificent cock and the strong tender way he has his way with me. I first met him when I was looking for work unexpectedly in the throes of the pandemic. I imagined him breeding me as a virile shot of confidence to land a new job, and it worked. Now I am out again and really need another dose of his seed. At least through him I finally have understood what I first man thought about being with me, and I am finally at peace with that realization.
