Monday, April 8, 2013
denver
from an email to a friend:
so tonight i ran my usual "here i am, come and get me" ad that i always run on craigslist whenever i hit a new city, to (i'm happy to say) gratifying response.
but i had specific needs tonight which had nothing to do with being a performing donkey, and i finally settled on this wholesome, cute, buffed-out 30-year-old white guy as my best bet to fulfill them. because his ad was interesting--he was looking for an overweight daddy, and i knew there had to be a story there.
i opened my reply with "look, i may be too thin for you (words i don't get to utter very often these days, so that was nice), but...", and he came back very quickly, invited me over.
i found his place, and it was clean and bright and nice, and so was he. he led me down to a basement bedroom, away from the sleeping roommates, and when he turned to me i took him in my arms, kissed him and gently/roughly felt him up and down for a long while, loosened his pants, while he melted. when i felt the time was right, i breathed into his open mouth, "so tell me about your first time", as my hands and mouth continued their work. between kisses, he breathed the story back to me.
he was 15, on vacation with his family at a resort, had left the pool and wandered into the locker room, and then into the sauna, where he came across this--you guessed it--fat daddy in a towel, whom, i have no doubt, took one look at this little vision and knew his every dark dream had just come true.
"so you were wearing a swimsuit"
yeah
"baggies, i'm guessing."
yeah
"what color?"
lime green
"with your adolescent boner standing up just like it is now (i lightly feathered my fingers up and down his rock-hard dick, making him shiver), except in a little green tent, right?"
oh yeah
they eventually retreated to a shower stall, but he didn't get fucked that first time--that would happen during the following year's family vacation, with the following year's fat daddy. we eventually worked up to that--we're in bed by this point--and i recreated the experience for him, while we breathed words back and forth into each other's mouths until we came simultaneously.
i left him dazed, surprised and happy in a puddle of sweat and cum, came back to my room, showered, flipped open the notebook and started this letter to you.
i don't fuck around with kids, victor. there are a number of reasons for this, but the main one--the guttermorality--behind this Rule is simple: i refuse to imprint my baggage on a brain and psyche that are not yet fully formed, leaving 'em with fat-daddy fantasies for the rest of their lives. hell, i have enough work picking up the pieces all those fat daddies who lacked this particular scruple left behind.
but i love the roleplay, when it's right--taking these kids in men's bodies back to the moment of their lifelong fixation, making perfect--for them and for me--what probably wasn't the first time around.
i haven't decided whether this is wrong or not. i'd love to know what you think.
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guttermorality:
Your love of craig's list inspired me. So I looked it over one day (mostly during the day...hopefully my boss never finds out).
What I saw was mostly closeted guys, guys on the down low, guys in varying stages of being out, but not much from guys who were truly out.
So, is that the appeal of craigslist to mkf? I really want to know because I just don't understand the appeal of craigslist guys for you.
As to your Denver trick, two things.
First, you seem really affectionate and caring. But it always seems that way.
Why are you so affectionate with guys you are never going to see again?
Second, the immediate story: You are clearly stretching it to be the overweight daddy.
Some adolescent in puberty meets older men and has sex with them. I suppose I would prefer if this young guy had found a guy his age to play with -- then he would have had fantasies about young men in the throes of puberty. I am not sure I would prefer him posting an ad on craig's list for boys, but that's another story.
So now he fantasizes about his first time and remembers it well -- and wants to relive it with guttermorality.
I don't think role-playing is wrong. If anything, it helps someone relive and work through memories in the past that are still so fresh -- until they are not so fresh anymore. So, I say take your show on the road and role play from here to NYC, once stop at a time.
Oh, I forgot about the stardust twins...
Hmmmmmm, as I recall, you were violating the guttermorality Rule. Perhaps because you thought they were really really cute.
Fess up on this one.
holy shit, noblesavage, you surprised me--i was expecting withering condemnation on this one.
as for what i find appealing about craigslist, the answer is, less and less. in fact, the whole online hookup scene is rapidly circling the drain. it's all about drugs and porn and anger now. probably my cue to exit.
as for the stardust twins, you forget two things: (1) that i honestly had no idea they were that young (in fact, luis, 20 years later, doesn't look materially different than he did on that night); and (2) i was new, and hadn't seen then what i know now. did i continue seeing 'em after that? yeah, i did--i thought it was all fun and games then.
and for mario, it was. but luis and i talked about that experience once, and he told me that, contrary to his hardened exterior, he was actually very new to the whole thing at the time we met, was doing it because he felt he had to keep up with mario, and was very scared. if it was any consolation, he told me, i was one of his very few good memories of that time in his life.
it was a result of that conversation that the Rule came about, and i've never violated it since.
You lost me at "fat daddy fantasy"
LOL!!!
Luv,
Me
aw, c'mon, paulo, admit it: deep-down, you are cravin' you some fat-daddy lovin'.
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