As a kid, I used to hate Mondays because they meant I had to go back to school, with its batch of rules and obligations.
Now that I’m a big boy – even a young daddy – engaged in a stable relationship, I’ve started considering every Monday as the first day of my second privy life. A kind of unbridled and kinkier version of myself, with endless prospects of discovery and thrilling lust.
As many gay men in their forties, I experienced the pitfalls of gay dating websites in their early stages, then Grindr and similar apps – maintaining myself in a continuous sexual arousal state ever since. With an ever-expanding range of choices, lots of disappointments… and a few gold nuggets.
One of them is a lover boy I had the incredible chance to discover, with whom I spent some of the most intense moments of my whole life. Of course, as a stunning younger sexy guy (15 years younger than I am), he enjoys his own experiences I can’t be jealous of. But he always comes back to daddy, and we have these delicious old habits of meeting up secretly on Mondays in the most unlikely – but discreet – places.
Among them, day use hotel rooms give a particular savior to our stolen moments. No fear of being recognized, the incomparable spice of forbidden games, and hours letting go as far as our bodies and minds can do. A kind of Tantric sex enjoyed by two blessed castaways, with intertwined sweaty bodies on their relentless way to absolute ecstasy.
Every time, the mere idea of these meetings drives me wet as hell, until he finally removes my boxer shorts and gives me that special thrill, worshipping my hard cock drenched in excitement up to the hilt.
Every time, licking his beautiful hairy ass and inhaling his heady scent makes me feel sooo high…
Every time, burying myself into him gives me chills on my way to seventh heaven, exploding in him as he cums in my wake all over his beautiful strong chest.
And every time I fall into his arms, I can’t help but thinking: “oh boy, I love Mondays…”