I am Bi Sexual, I’d love to have a family & wife and kids one day. However I will always love men. It’s just something so attractive about them. The deep masculine voice, how they carry themselves, hairy arms or chest?! Man.. oh.. MAN! I could go on all day. Don’t even get me started on pecs or nipples. UGH. My new co worker has some BIG man tits. I just love em. I’ve only had sexual intercourse with a man one time unfortunately, but man that experience opened my eyes! Before that experience, I wanted to believe so badly that I was straight. He gave me a nice massage, I closed my eyes for a second, next thing I knew he had my long, thick, uncut black cock all in his mouth. The tiny whimpers and moans he made when I slid my cock inside him was absolutely stimulating. Was way better than any woman I’ve ever been inside of. 

It’s also something about a straight, married man with multiple children that makes my dick instantly hard. Just makes me think “damn! He must LAY IT DOWN in the bedroom.”  In my small town, there’s so many men like that. But of course they won’t look my way or give me the time of day. No problem. I’ll just fantasize about you when I get home!! My parents male friends are attractive, my co workers are attractive. 70% of men in my town are attractive as hell!!!

I just had to write that little testimony because I love reading all the poems and writings of men on this site who are just like me. Thank you & god bless every single man who has written an article on this site, and thank you and god bless you Seb! Much love y’all. 

MB

Just loved your testimony: I recognize myself in your words.

I’m a married man in my late 50’s. It has taken me a few decades to come to terms with my sexuality, taking off all the labels I sometime put to myself. Gay, bi, homo, fluid, androsexual? I’m just a man, no more, no less. And as it is with any other human being, sexuality is a complex ingredient. To fully understand it, I travelled within myself along dark alleys to finally arrive to open, clear and beautiful inner spaces I hardly new existed. I discovered there’s a loving self, to whom prejudice and limitations do not exist. I discovered I have the obligation to be happy: it is not a choice but a must.

There maybe many roads and each one of them is valid. There are not formulas, nor recipes, but whirlwinds with not mathematics. I count myself as an extremely happy man, with a loving family and a loving friend.

Is it a double life? You choose. I live the life of a man, recognizing the profound love I feel for my wife and family and the sparkling feeling that my friend and I are starting to recognize as “ours”.

He is married, a loving father and husband. We share a common emotional foundation.

Our intimacy is far from what I new of. Of course we have sex, but more than that, we make love. Our intimacy is a patchwork of pleasure, respect, hugs, silences, smiles, intense looking to each other in the eyes, to finally rest in each other’s arms.

We often talk about our families day to day: our children, our wives, how important it is to take care of them, how difficult it becomes sometimes to understand our growing children or mourn our empty nest. We comfort ourselves and we know we are precious to each other. Are we lovers, partners, friends? We prefer to be men. Happy men who found meaning in long ago hard-to-understand feelings.

What do we want? Just to be, just to walk together, love our families, and love our lives as a whole. Because that’s what we are. A complex and beautiful entrenchment of love and happiness.

It took me decades to stop from judging and blaming myself for being who I am. I am thankful for all those years of hardship, because I can now look my life from the top a high mountain, breathing air never been breathed by any other human being. I finally embraced myself.

Andreas

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  1. Just loved your testimony: I recognize myself in your words.
    I’m a married man in my late 50’s. It has taken me a few decades to come to terms with my sexuality, taking off all the labels I sometime put to myself. Gay, bi, homo, fluid, androsexual? I’m just a man, no more, no less. And as it is with any other human being, sexuality is a complex ingredient. To fully understand it, I travelled within myself along dark alleys to finally arrive to open, clear and beautiful inner spaces I hardly new existed. I discovered there’s a loving self, to whom prejudice and limitations do not exist. I discovered I have the obligation to be happy: it is not a choice but a must.
    There maybe many roads and each one of them is valid. There are not formulas, nor recipes, but whirlwinds with not mathematics. I count myself as an extremely happy man, with a loving family and a loving friend.
    Is it a double life? You choose. I live the life of a man, recognizing the profound love I feel for my wife and family and the sparkling feeling that my friend and I are starting to recognize as “ours”.
    He is married, a loving father and husband. We share a common emotional foundation.
    Our intimacy is far from what I new of. Of course we have sex, but more than that, we make love. Our intimacy is a patchwork of pleasure, respect, hugs, silences, smiles, intense looking to each other in the eyes, to finally rest in each other’s arms.
    We often talk about our families day to day: our children, our wives, how important it is to take care of them, how difficult it becomes sometimes to understand our growing children or mourn our empty nest. We comfort ourselves and we know we are precious to each other. Are we lovers, partners, friends? We prefer to be men. Happy men who found meaning in long ago hard-to-understand feelings.
    What do we want? Just to be, just to walk together, love our families, and love our lives as a whole. Because that’s what we are. A complex and beautiful entrenchment of love and happiness.
    It took me decades to stop from judging and blaming myself for being who I am. I am thankful for all those years of hardship, because I can now look my life from the top a high mountain, breathing air never been breathed by any other human being. I finally embraced myself.

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