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My 10 year antique son has still not been potty trained. He still wears diapers and just like any parent does with their baby, I change my 10 year old son’s diaper. Unlike most parents, I always get a boner when I convert him and own to excuse myself to the bathroom for a jerk off. This occasion, I don’t forgive myself from the room. My 22 year old son is away at university and when he returns he’ll be in for the shock of his life!
A fictitious story about the romantic and sexual relationship between a daddy and his two sons... one of which is a 10 year old who still wears diapers and the other is a university student.
⚠️ EXTREMELY UNDERAGE, INCEST, DIAPERS, SCAT, AND WATERSPORTS! ⚠️
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND I DO NOT CONDONE THE UNDERAGE CONTENT IN REAL LIFE!
This work is currently completed, but I may proceed it in the future.
I meet Tim* on Grindr when I’m 21 and he’s 47. It’s May of 2013. He lives in the Haight, in San Francisco. I’m at Stanford, an hour away by train. He looks like the man on Brawny paper towel rolls; he also looks appreciate Santa Claus. He’s bald and bearded. His nose is great and distinct, his eyes always searching for something I’m too young to understand. I contemplate he’s handsome.
We’re on day two of date number one when he tells me he wants to be my daddy.
It’s the middle of the day. I’m doing homework on his couch while he’s playing around on his phone, and I ask him if I’m the youngest guy he’s ever hooked up with.
“Well, yeah,” he says. “In terms of age difference, this is probably the most significant. But I’ve gotten used to being a daddy these days.”
Daddy. A guy who, at 47, has never settled down with anyone, has never had any kids. He fancies himself a “father.”
“Honestly,” he continues, “I appreciate it when guys call me daddy.”
“Why?”
“I never really had a father. He left our family when I was still ve
The father-son dynamic, “gay” porn, and the dark wounded heart of male homosexuality…
“I love dad/son role play and operational with a fantastic therapist came to be able to listen to my own internal compass and dismiss outside judgment. I am most comfortable with younger men. There is a illumination and fun and spontaneous nature to the interaction.” – Dr. Ralph Mayer
When I initially entered the “gay” lifestyle in 1988, the very first thing that stuck me about the whole scene was the massive wall of older, endlessly flattering, and immensely “loving” men who met me in that first bar I walked into. At the time, I was 18, completely inexperienced, and, after suffering years of alienation and loneliness, including the tortuous and embarrassing insults from other boys at a university, a large organization of masculine and seemingly self-confident men, who actually wanted me, was favor being in heaven. Up until then, everything else felt like an hideous prelude to my final rebirth and “coming out” as a liberated “gay” man. Finally, in the arms of another man, my life would create sense, and, in an instant, the countless nights spent crying, because all I had to look upon and touch was the cold flat scr
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Over the next month’s move through the American south, I use my networks to find and join three more Daddies of varying size and ilk, carving out my ever-increasing, personalised library of generous, mostly colorless, and mostly gay-identifying older men.
These particular Daddies are part of a Facebook community of anti-establishment queer men. In this perception, they are unusual specimen who differ from other archetypes, like the corporate Daddy or the ex-pat Daddy.
Each Daddy, in his own way, serves to ease the emotional burden of being for his son and, in my case, the financial burden of travelling.
Much later, I learn that the southern chapter of the Facebook group had recently enter under intense scrutiny. Allegations of sexual assault had emerged against the older generation, some of whom apparently felt their Southern hospitality entitled them to the bodies of younger members.
This is a affect for every son. The language of Daddy/son dynamics can obscure the revered space of consent and desire, and all parties present need to endure vigilant to make sure abuse and assault aren’t ever disguised as sex. But this is accurate of many encounters – the few who complete it wro