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My 10 year vintage 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 alter him and own to excuse myself to the bathroom for a jerk off. This second, I don’t justify 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 maintain it in the future.
Archer Magazine
Over the next month’s travel through the American south, I use my networks to find and meet three more Daddies of varying size and ilk, carving out my ever-increasing, personalised library of generous, mostly white, and mostly gay-identifying older men.
These particular Daddies are part of a Facebook group of anti-establishment lgbtq+ men. In this sense, 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 organization had recently appear 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 concern for every son. The language of Daddy/son dynamics can obscure the sacred room of consent and desire, and all parties present desire to remain alert to make sure abuse and assault aren’t ever disguised as sex. But this is factual of many encounters – the limited who do it wro
How to Be a Gay Daddy 101 – Part 3: What Does a Daddy Do With a Boy?
Our series on Daddy/boy relationships continues with this latest installment. In case you missed Parts One and Two:
Part 1: Know Yourself, What You Look for, and Who’s Looking For You
Part 2: Finding the Right (Adult) Boy for You
Over the last 30 years, the ways gays self-identify has diversified almost exponentially. In the cold dawn of the ’80s, there weren’t many choices for men who prefer the company of men. There were so few in fact, that caricatures of those roles seemed to fit neatly in one vocal group: the Village People.
Bear culture changed all that. And then along came puppies and handlers, and soon after, the daddy/boy dynamic appeared. Add to that such already well-established roles as master and slave, dom and sub, plushies and furries (those attracted to stuffed animals or dress appreciate school mascot variants) — and you have one very colorful patch of humanity.
Over time, each of these subcultures has developed a code of conduct and their own rules of engagement. Yet very few individuals conform to all of them. The explanation for why is simple: One of the aspects of
The father-son dynamic, “gay” porn, and the dark wounded heart of male homosexuality…
“I love dad/son role engage and working with a great therapist came to be able to attend to my own internal compass and dismiss outside judgment. I am most comfortable with younger men. There is a clear 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 day, I was 18, completely inexperienced, and, after suffering years of alienation and loneliness, including the tortuous and embarrassing insults from other boys at a school, a large community of masculine and seemingly self-confident men, who actually wanted me, was love being in heaven. Up until then, everything else felt like an repulsive prelude to my closing rebirth and “coming out” as a liberated “gay” man. Finally, in the arms of another male, my life would build sense, and, in an instant, the countless nights spent crying, because all I had to watch upon and touch was the cold flat scr