I love sex. I love how it can be fun, how it can heal, how it can satisfy and how it can give you a better view of yourself.
Here’s a lesson in listening.
Since turning 40, I’ve learned to embrace being seen as a daddy to some. There are a lot of younger guys out there who lack older male role models. I always feel it’s my place to use this as a starting point for fun rather than an opportunity to take advantage.
Meet Karl, literally half my age when we met. A grad student in London for summer school. He wanted to bottom for a “hot British daddy”, and if that describes me, I won’t argue.
As luck had it, I had a meeting that needed me to be in another city, staying overnight in a hotel. I suggested he might like to join me, we could have an evening of fun. I didn’t expect him to say yes, but we’d met for coffee, he had the measure of me and bought the return ticket there and then.
Karl wanted to try some dad/son role play, a bit of S/M (nothing too heavy, but let’s see how it goes), nipple play. He was really clear with what he did/didn’t want. Good signs.
If you find age gap couples hot, you’d find us hot. Karl is really twinky, very light beard, looks young for 22. I’m very clearly mid-40s, in shape but enough grey in the hair to look like a grown up. We would make convincing father/son casting and when he wandered off in hotel reception, I called out to him, “Hey son, get back here your bag isn’t carrying itself.” He gave me a wicked smile when I said that.
We got up to the room. Double bed. The receptionist must’ve known we were in a double room, even as I called Karl “son”. Karl took a quick shower as I unpacked a few things I’d need for the evening ahead.
When he came back into the bedroom, wrapped in a towel, he looked like an angel. I was still dressed. He dropped the towel, we kissed. Another contrast, naked/clothed, boy/daddy.
We had time, we had privacy, I intended to use it. He got comfortable on the bed, on hands and knees, I got behind him and started worshiping his perfect smooth ass: biting and kissing his cheeks, running my tongue around his hole, then gently flicking my tongue over the most sensitive skin.
He reached out for the poppers, but I knocked them aside. “Later,” I said, “you don’t need them right now. Just enjoy.”
But Karl seemed confused. His moaning trailed off. “You OK?” I asked.
“Yea it’s just… normally I’m getting fucked by now.”
I moved around and kissed him deeply so he could taste himself on my tongue.
“You enjoying it?”
“Yeah.”
“Then what’s the rush? You wanted an experienced older man. Am I ok to do my thing?”
I could see that he was thinking something. I knew he was far from a virgin, but he was still looking for something.
I asked a few more questions about what his sex life had been like. He told me there had been other men, both my age and his. He’d come from a small town. Karl had been used for sex but nothing more. The rimming - if it even happened at all - had been brief, perfunctory. More about getting him wet than giving him pleasure.
The same was true of the fucking. It had been about the top getting off, not about him enjoying himself. It seemed that in every encounter he’d had, he hadn’t been looked after by his partner.
“ I think you just don’t know how to let go and enjoy the moment,” I said.
“I guess I’m… scared?”
I nodded. It made sense. He’d been used like something in a porn film. A prop in someone else’s fantasy. He wasn’t Karl, he was “a boy”. He’d never been in control of the moment, he’d just taken what others had done to him.
His first boyfriend had been a couple of years older than him. The sex had been passionate, but guilty and hidden, the boyfriend summing as fast as he could to avoid them being caught. That had set a pattern for Karl’s encounters ever since: just do whatever it took to make the top cum.
“OK,” I said. “I want you to imagine your younger self watching us now. He’s sitting on the dressing table watching us. What does he see?”
“He can see you kissing me… stroking my body…. giving me pleasure…” Karl had started moaning again as my fingers circled his hole. I dipped my head down and went back to rimming him.
I encouraged Karl to keep describing what I was doing and telling me how it felt. Soon my fingers joined my tongue, pushing lube into him and gently opening him up. But it was a solid hour of gently playing with his hole before I asked him if I could put my cock inside him.
I rolled on a condom, and eased the tip of my cock through his hole. Just gently rocking back and forth, back and forth, in and out.
“That’s it, baby boy,” I said. “Make your hole kiss my cock. What can you see?”
I can see myself opening up for you… I can feel my body is really ready for your cock Daddy.”
“That’s it boy, it’ll happen when you’re ready for it.”
It took another twenty minutes until I was all the way inside him. When I was there, I held still.
At this point I gave him the poppers and let him take a hit, relaxing him even further.
I started gently thrusting.
“We’re going to play a game. It’s called stop - go. When you say stop, I stop. When you say go, I start again. OK?”
He nodded.
I began gently moving my cock back and forth. When he said “stop”, I stoped. When he said “go” I started again. Building that trust. Putting him in charge.
“What do you see?”
“I see a Daddy fucking his boy,” said Karl.
“How does it look?”
“Beautiful.”
“How does it feel?”
“Amazing.”
“Who’s in control?”
“We both are.”
“Good boy.”
After a few minutes I said, “Son, Daddy wants to feel you properly. Can I take off the condom?”
We’d talked about it before. Both on Prep. His previous partners hadn’t asked either way. I was giving him a choice.
“Yes… yes Daddy. I want to feel you properly too.”
“Take it off me son.”
He reached back and started pulling off the condom even though I was still inside him. I pulled back and out of him. The condom unrolled, turned inside out, and then came off the end of my cock.
I rubbed the head over his slightly gaping hole, then rolled him onto his back. I wanted to see his face as I penetrated him raw for the first time.
I took a quick sniff of poppers. He took three deeper sniffs.
Our eyes locked into each other as my cock found his wet entrance and I slowly pushed into him, his hands on my ass, pulling me in as our lips met and he invaded my mouth with his tongue just as I went balls deep inside him.
From that moment, we were just completely lost in each other. I was Daddy. he was Boy. But he wasn’t just a prop in my imagination any more. “Boy” became a blank canvas we could project onto.
He was able to ask me for what he wanted: he wanted spanking. I let him choose how many spanks he got. Oh I pushed him to take more (and he did), but we stopped when he’d had enough and I told him how proud I was that he’d taken so many more than he thought he could.
We changed the stop - go game to stop - go - five. If he said “five”, I would count down slowly from five and then stop. We did this a few times when I had him bent over the bed and I was thrusting hard into him. “Five,” he’d moan, and I’d give him a final five thrusts and hold still until he was ready to say “go” again.
When I finally came in him, I didn’t so much give it to him as he took it from me, astride me as I sat on the vanity bench, lifting up and down on my cock even as I told him I was close. His cock spurted semen over my chest even as mine exploded inside him. He was forcing his body down as I forced my hips up, driving my sperm as deep as we could push it.
I didn’t leave him as we got our breath back. He wrapped his legs around my waist and I carried him back to the bed, gently laid him down and stayed on top of him, cock still inside. I told him how proud I was, how beautiful he was, how beautiful we were.
Eventually I had to slide out, but I made sure my cum stayed in him. I had a small plug, and Karl was excited to put it in while we went to dinner. We’d checked in at 4 and it was almost 8 by the time we left the room.
We talked, we ate. We didn’t rush but we didn’t linger.
When we went back to the room, we fucked some more. But this time, even though he was still bottom and I was still top, he didn’t call me Daddy. We were two men and we had sex like two men.
The boy’s still there. And the boy has come back and made himself known from time to time. But he’s a real person now, not just a part of someone else’s fantasy.