Daddy Issues
When you hear
someone refer to “Daddy Issues”, there’s always a negative connotation
to the conversation. All my life I’ve heard this reference while
secretly the topic made sense to me and excited me. I was thinking how
wonderful it was to want a Daddy in my life-never agreeing with the
surrounding negative comments about this topic. It has taken me years of
secrecy and self analysis to accept, embrace and love my inner “boy”
that will exist until the day I die.
So yeah, I grew up with a dad that was distant, never paid me attention and never showed me affection.. much less love.
At
age 11 or 12, I went on a hunting trip with an uncle and I got lots of
attention from his buddies and I was immediately in love with them.
They
were MEN, blue-collar, hairy, muscular, truck driving, whiskey
drinking, foul-mouthed MEN. The minute I got into a pick up truck with
three of them I felt the instant attraction. I remember later that night
in my own bed thinking about them and wishing they would have kept me
and take me to live with them. I couldn’t stop thinking about those
Alpha Men.
The first time I jerked off I thought of a woman, the
second time I thought about theMen in the hunting cabin, and my orgasm
was 100 Xs more intense.
My first orgasm at age 11or 12 I was
thinking about the Men I had met on the hunting trip. From that day on
all I could think about was those MEN, those muscled hairy Alpha Men hat
talked dirty, hung out together half naked in the hunting cabin , drank
a lot and oozed testosterone. I had never been around any thing like
this. And suddenly everything instantly clicked in my head that I could
belong to them. I can’t explain the feeling of suddenly fitting in or
feeling at home or or the planets aligning, but suddenly everything made
sense about my feelings.
After that trip, all I could think about
was trying to get their attention and do anything to make those MEN
happy. I was obsessed with seeing them again and making them smile and
feel good. I went from thinking about playing with my friends and
baseball after school to just obsessing about taking care of those MEN. I
have this uncontrollable urge to please them, and I didn’t know how or
what to do but I couldn’t get rid of the urge to do anything for them
that they would ask of me.
Then I started masturbating…… And my
active imagination came up with ways to put a smile on those faces, and
ways to make those MEN feel good and ways to please them.. With no
knowledge of how to have sex, I instinctually started thinking about
submitting to them, being on my knees and nursing on their cocks like a
baby on a milk bottle. I’ve never felt as in sync with the universe as I
did when I started imagining me servicing those Alphas. The thought of
sucking off Men and getting all of my nourishment from them was as
natural as breathing. ( see my blog “ Participate In The Big Cum
Experiment”)
So yes, I love my Daddy issues. Discovering that part
of myself led to me knowing myself like I never have before. I realized
that I was born to please MEN, there is nothing that is a satisfying
for me as giving everything to a MAN.Anything you can think of that
would please HIM, my body, my money, my hole, my mouth, my throat,
anything that would satisfy him I am willing to give.
It’s time we
embrace our daddy issues, so we can rightfully and proudly take our
place as submissive boys in the world and that take care of, support and
worship the MEN around us. The ones that choose us as their own need
us too, I consider myself very lucky to have been used as a boy for Some
amazing Alphas, most of them active duty military men.
So let’s
start thinking of daddy issues as a good thing, let’s use it n a
positive contexts, make boys proud to raise their hand and offer
themselves to the MEN that need use. I am proud to submit to, service
and please the MEN in my life.
And to the wonderful Alphas out there, thank a Dad for giving us our “Daddy Issues,”
-----"The Great Thing About Daddy Issues", sub-fag-cocksucker-for-alphas.tumblr.com
WARNING: Blog quoted above is NSFW
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: only a member of this blog may post a comment.