Chicago bator bros/dads HMU

Amusement park Holiday World has a new big attraction!

Report for a free ride!

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#ObsceneBulge

The dark blue gym shorts were too modest. Not obscene enough!
Today I kicked it up a notch!

Let's see if someone in the gym takes offence 😂🤣😂

#penispride #obscenebulge #bulge #vpl #daddy #NoShame

let me nibble on it, daddy!

Yes, and BEING a F-A-G is about so much more than just sex.

Yum!!

😍😍😍

way to show off!!

ME!

YUM! 😋

ISO Chicago bate buds & FWBs.

🤤🤤🤤

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Live alone, can host.

What Chicago gay wants me to do this to them!?

porque no los dos!?

An acquaintance called him the "hottest bartender in town" and there he was, in my bed, for several hours, between my work meetings, his ass glued to my tongue for long stretches as I rimmed and rimmed him between many rounds of fisting his very-muscular, pinch-me-Im-dreaming abs, arms, and back.

Date 2: A first date. A drink and dessert in Andersonville, after: board games nearby. Glasses. Dorky. Sweet. Single. Sex did not come up, but as he fumbled over Wingspan I imagined the many ways I could eat his ass out. He let me win. I set our next date for Tue. Walking out: a chaste smooch.

"You will regret this!" was the last thing he spat out as I left our last shared time together, in a last-ditch attempt at couple's therapy. He was right, in some ways, but not entirely. The divorce made me a free man but hasn't made life any easier. And, today, it's getting married that I regret.

I made a mistake in falling in love with a man who used his training only to call me bipolar while refusing to acknowledge that he met every criteria for narcissism. Amidst this I dove head first into kink, into a fantasy world of mirrors, leather, and poppers. It was too much but it opened my eyes.

And I really wish he would have just talked to me. But it was always immediate tears, loud voices, and histrionics. Which I began to emulate and return in kind. I resented that version of myself: always on edge, expected to be kind and gracious and eager while he treated me as his fourth priority.

Moving out, selling our home, separating our finances, abandoning children I spent a decade getting to know all because this fucker, for a decade, treated me like a prop for his social media posts, refused to plan for the future or talk and, worse, lie about having affairs while telling me not to.

By the time I was looking at my ex's texts while he slept next to me I wedged our relationship open and we were having the kind of sex I had begged us to have years before, but by then the insanity I endured to get there soured it all. My heart had been broken and I acted out via lots of kinky sex.

Cleaning up my files I found photos I took of my ex's texts with his "son," who he never mentioned and yet talking about me, years after he told me not to call him daddy, told me he wasn't into verbal or kink, refused to have sex with me, refused to open our relationship & yet cried when I cheated.

Where to begin? Kink has been a source of great pleasure for me & great pain, but my past is past and can not change. Which is why I'm giving meditation a try. It's just such a challenge when I spent a decade living a rotten fantasy of a relationship and no amount of kink could save it or me or us.