In search of Ganymede

Embrace the truth and be free.

He never fails to make me hard. I've spent so much time watching him I know every inch of him on sight. Such a good boy!

As every boyhole should be.

The beauty of a boy where he is happiest, where he truly belongs.

Love is love and is never inappropriate when it is real. It happens, it is organic and natural no matter the form. If you can think of exceptions than either your understanding of love is flawed or the love you are thinking of was not true. It's that simple.

A boy knows that I will consume him. Every inch if I desire. He knows he will feel my jaw lock around his neck as my teeth sink in. He knows he will feel light headed as he starts to lose oxygen because my teeth are gnawing at his throat. I will devour what is mine and you belong to me boy.

Get. Over. Here. Get those knees up, push that ass out, and bite your hand. No more games. No more discussion. Your hole is mine and I am going to use it.

That's it son. You're being such a good boy for Daddy.

Of course you can son. I'm sorry I was late coming home. Go ahead. I can see how hungry you are.

I am a patient mentor, I ensure my lessons are learned and even why they are needed. Even the most experienced have learned a great deal from my tutilage and novices have transformed into experts in a fraction of the time it would normally take. Teaching my eldest to do what I do was truly a joy.

"There is absolutely no way I can come in today. Why? My pipes are leaking and if I don't get someone to take care of it immediately they are going to burst. Right. See you tomorrow hopefully."
Now. Where were we my handsome boy. You ready to stay in bed all day? Yeah. Me too.

His ass is still full from mere minutes ago but that doesn't matter. He's never safe from being mauled and pounded again. Not even in my sleep because he's woke up to feeling his hole stretched open again by my desire for MY boy.

Go ahead son. You've waited long enough. Now take your time and show Daddy how much you love your birthday present.

That is not pain you are seeing. That is the peak, that is the edge he likes to run between all those feelings flooding through him before I flood his guts with the cum he's begging for with every ragged breath that escapes his lips.

A good depiction of both my ideal homelife and what is going on in the back of my mind while I write here. I try to hit that sweet spot where I'm hard as a rock and can still sound more evolved than a grunting caveman. I save that for when I can use both hands to pleasure myself.

He knows that I like to make sure he's showered properly. He doesn't mind because he knows I will always give him the sniff and then lick test. I may even have to dip a finger in and if still not convinced, Daddy's dick will be deep enough to be sure.

I never shy away from language. I'm not here to censor or exclude thoughts or topics and when I get the feeling that a boy is turned on by words as well, he'll find himself getting fucked from head to toe with me at both ends at once.

My work is not for everyone. Some believe only in force and brutality as what being a man means and cannot stand the softness of intimacy and caring. Others cannot see the use of the proper application of force and dominance. I do both as the need of the moment dictates and the boy desires.

He doesn't 'need' instruction anymore. What he NEEDS is that guiding hand, the Dominant Touch, to which he can submit. I don't ever need to force a boy to his knees, but for the boy who NEEDS to be forced, he'll find himself looking up at me faster than he could have resisted if he'd wanted to.

The goal of my work, of sharing my thoughts and experience, is to increase the level of pleasure in the world. If my thoughts entertain, if my words cause you to stiffen, then I've done what I'd hoped to do.

For those who like to be bratty: A warning.
There is no bigger brat than a Daddy who gets into a mood or is feeling 'goofy'. Prepare yourself to be one upped by someone with a lot more experience in misbehaving.

It is foolish to assume anything is always one way, that the older partner is the one pursuing the younger because it is very much not the case. I've never been so sought after as I began to be once I reached "Daddy" age. Suddenly every pink hole for miles was open wide for this Daddy's cock.

"Oh no. That terrible old man is taking advantage of that innocent boy."
And that innocent boy is thanking God that the dirty old man decided to 'take advantage' of him.

A good boy is the best kind of alarm clock.

Me walking into any room.

Oh sweet Puck, did you think you had not caught my eye? Here, where no other eyes may see, I see you. Come to me boy, and let us put dreams to rest and fashion memories from their remains.

Shot after shot after shot. Flooded and full. An empty Daddy makes for a happy boy and a good boy makes sure Daddy stays empty.

Good manners can take a boy far in life but at home can help ensure he gets what he desires and not just what he needs.

Tell him what he is. Remind him when his mind wanders, and it will because you fill him with too many sensations. Ground him in the here and now. Don't let his thoughts run away from feeling his hole expand, your weight on top of him and your breath against his neck. He's yours.

I can smell it on you. The desire, the curiosity, the aching need, and it's intoxicating. I hint and you look away shyly as if to avoid attention but stare when my head is turned away. That ends now. No more running away. You want to know what it's like? Now you find out.