Making love to a woman and making love to a man are very different.

Not that I don’t want intimacy and sweet lovemaking with my man. That’s how we bond over time.

But as a 6’5 dude, built, with a big dick and a big personality, it’s no shocker that half the dudes I’ve ever been with want it rough, intense, sweaty, stinky man sex style. No surprise my bf ends up moaning, “Sir, yes sir. Give me your cock, sir” over and over as I pound the cum out of us both – even though we have no bdsm component to our relationship.

After a couple decades, tho, being a man and a complex human, I start to hunger for more…. Do I want to go into extreme bdsm to keep that edgy hot male feeling? I had my little buddy tie me up one day and worship my cock until I was a sweaty, begging lump of meat, and he was just smiling and stroking my balls. When I came it was all him, it was all letting go. I stayed hard for the first time in a decade.

Let’s explore.

What’s the fucking point?

Glad you asked.

I’m tired of being a good boy. Or not being enough of a good boy.

I don’t want to have to hold myself back and pretend that normal sex and bland relationships are interesting.

I know there are guys for whom the dressing up thing works. And, there are so many of us it doesn’t work for. I look at a dude in a leather harness and nothing happens. It’s drag, but with leather. The guy is hot or not, it has nothing to do with how much dead cow and chrome he’s got on. Some dude in shiny pants and a weird nazi-looking cap telling me to lick his boots I just find annoying. Some hot guy in shorts getting me on my knees to worship his beautiful feet – I can see that.

Maybe this resonates with you. I want to explore power exchanges between men. Not the tying up, dressing up way it usually gets done, but really between men directly. As play, as life, as intensity.

I’m going to use myself as a guinea pig. I’m going to write jackoff material.

Stay with me.