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Wow, that's a good memory. I simply cannot remember back past a few weeks. Maybe its the drugs f-ing with my memory. Maybe I'm just weaker in the head, or living in the moment. IDK

My god this is hot story, more please!

This is nothing new. The English language always appropriates words from other cultures, including our own. We didn't lose it, and getting a substitute to catch on takes massive work that I think, as poz pigs, draws attention THAT WE DO NOT WANT.

My late husband was 17 years older than me. He came out late in life, and I "kept him young", so it was never a big deal. I wish he HAD been ten years younger, but that's an impossibility. My most recent BF was closer in age, but not by much. And the guy I'm seeing is my senior by almost ten years. I wouldn't say this is "my type", but it's what's available. They tend to be more settled in their lives, and know what they want, and that their clock is ticking. So they're looking for more than just an easy score, but someone to get older with, and not die alone. Which is more of a human need than anything, so I'm not complaining.

The next two weeks passed in a haze of anticipation and routine. Doug found himself pressing his fingers against the sides of his neck every morning, tracing the faint swell of his glands beneath the skin. They were tender, but not painful—just a quiet reminder that something might be shifting inside him. He’d stand in front of the bathroom mirror, tilting his head to the side, searching for any other sign, any hint that the virus had taken hold. But there was nothing else. No fever, no rash, no crushing fatigue. Just the dull, persistent ache in his throat, like the ghost of a cold that never quite arrived. He didn’t stop taking Chris’s cum. If anything, he sought it out more. Some days, it was just the two of them—Doug on his knees in Chris’s dimly lit bedroom, ass lips working around the thick, salty pulses of cum that Chris groaned out with a filthy, "Take it, you hungry little slut. Soak that poison up." Other times, Jay was there, watching with dark, hungry eyes as Doug milked out every last drop, his own cock leaking pre-cum onto the sheets. Jay would always join in after, his voice rough with approval as he fucked Doug raw, murmuring, "That’s it, baby. Let him fill you up. Let him turn you into one of us." One evening, Jay arrived at Doug’s place with a six-pack of craft beer and a smirk that promised trouble. Doug had just stepped out of the shower, his skin still damp, the towel slung low around his hips. Jay leaned against the kitchen counter, cracking open a bottle, his gaze raking over Doug’s body with that familiar, possessive heat. "You look like you’ve been thinking about something," Jay said, his voice low. "Or someone." Doug exhaled, running a hand over his smooth scalp. "Just… waiting," he admitted. The words felt heavy, like a confession. He’d been carrying the rapid test in his nightstand for days, too nervous to use it, too curious to throw it away. Jay set the beer down and crossed the room in three long strides, his hand cupping Doug’s jaw. "Then let’s find out," he murmured, pressing a slow, deep kiss to Doug’s mouth. His tongue tasted like hops and something darker, something that made Doug’s pulse kick up. "No more waiting." The test was simple, clinical in its design, but the weight of it settled in Doug’s chest as he sat on the edge of the bed, the plastic stick resting on his thigh. Jay stood behind him, hands gripping Doug’s shoulders, thumbs tracing slow circles over the tense muscles. The timer on Doug’s phone ticked down—thirty seconds, then twenty, then ten. His breath hitched when the single line began to blur, then split. A second line, faint but unmistakable, appeared beside the first. Positive. Doug stared at it, expecting fear, or panic, or at least a flicker of regret. But all he felt was a slow, dark thrill uncurling in his gut. His cock twitched, thickening against his thigh. Fuck. He let out a shaky laugh, his voice rough. "I’m— holy shit, I’m actually—" Jay’s grip tightened, his lips brushing the shell of Doug’s ear. "Yeah, you are," he growled. "And you love it." His free hand slid down Doug’s chest, palming the growing bulge in his towel. "Fucking poz now. Just like me." His fingers dipped beneath the terrycloth, wrapping around Doug’s cock, already half-hard and leaking. "Tell me how it feels." Doug groaned, his head falling back against Jay’s shoulder. "Dirty," he gasped. "Fuck, it’s hot. I’m— I’m one of you now." The words sent a jolt through him, his hips jerking into Jay’s grip. "I want you to fuck me. Now. I want to feel it— feel what it’s like to be a poz man railed by another poz man." Jay didn’t need to be told twice. The towel was torn away, Doug’s chest pressed against the mattress as Jay kicked off his jeans, his thick, curved cock already glistening at the tip. There was no preamble, no gentle stretching—just the slick press of Jay’s fingers against Doug’s hole, gathering the spit he’d hocked onto his palm, then the broad, insistent head of his cock pushing in. Doug moaned, his fingers clawing at the sheets. "Fuck, yes—" Jay bottomed out with a groan, his hips slapping against Doug’s ass. "That’s it, take my poz dick," he snarled, his voice rough with lust. "You’re mine now. Fucking ours." His thrusts were punishing, each snap of his hips driving Doug deeper into the mattress, his cock dragging against the sheets with every jolt. "Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna breed you proper." Doug was babbling, his words dissolving into filthy, breathless pleas. "Yes— fuck, please— I want it, I want your cum, I want to be full of you—" His own cock was aching, trapped beneath him, leaking onto the bed. The knowledge that he was positive now, that Jay was pounding into him raw with no barriers, no lies—it was too much. His orgasm crashed over him without warning, his cock pulsing against the sheets, cum spilling out in thick, messy ropes as he groaned into the pillow. Jay wasn’t far behind. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock jerking as he emptied inside Doug, his cum hot and thick, filling him up just like he’d promised. "Fuck, fuck—" Jay’s voice was ragged, his body trembling as he rode out the last of his climax. He collapsed forward, his chest heaving against Doug’s back, his lips pressing against the sweat-slick skin of Doug’s shoulder. "Goddamn," he panted. "You take my cum so good, baby." Doug was still trembling, his ass clenching around Jay’s softening cock, keeping him inside. But Doug was still hard somehow. He turned his head, catching Jay’s mouth in a sloppy, desperate kiss. "Flip over," he gasped against Jay’s lips. "I want to— I want to give it back. I want to fuck you with my poz load." Jay’s eyes darkened, his cock twitching inside Doug at the words. "Fuck yes," he growled. They shifted in a tangle of limbs, Doug rolling onto his back, his cock still wet with his own release. Jay straddled him, reaching back to guide Doug’s slick cock against his hole. "C’mon, baby. Fill me up. Recharge me." Doug groaned as he pushed inside, the tight, familiar heat of Jay’s ass gripping him like a vice. He bottomed out with a shudder, his hands gripping Jay’s hips hard enough to bruise. "You’re mine," Doug snarled, the words tearing out of him. "Fucking mine now." He snapped his hips up, driving into Jay with a ferocity that left them both gasping. The knowledge that he was infecting Jay all over again, that his cum was toxic now, that he was marking him—it sent him spiraling. His orgasm hit him like a freight train, his cock pulsing deep inside Jay as he came, his vision whiting out for a second. "Fuck— Jay— Jay—" Jay milked him through it, his own cock jerking between them, cum splattering across Doug’s chest as he moaned, "Yes— fuck, yes—" They collapsed together afterward, a sweaty, sticky mess, Jay sprawled across Doug’s chest, their breaths slowly steadying. Doug’s fingers traced idle patterns along Jay’s spine, his mind still buzzing with the reality of it all. He was positive. He was one of them now. The next morning, Doug found Arthur in his office at the clinic, leaning back in his chair with a smirk that said he already knew. Doug didn’t even have to say the words—he just slid the rapid test across the desk, the two pink lines glaring up at them both. Arthur’s grin widened. "Well, fuck," he said, leaning forward to snatch up the test. "Look at you, joining the club." He tossed it back down and reached for his prescription pad. "We’ll get you confirmed with bloodwork, but I’d bet my license that’s accurate." He scribbled something out, then slid the slip of paper toward Doug. "Lab’s down the hall. Go get ‘em, tiger." Doug should’ve felt nervous. He should’ve felt something other than the giddy, disbelieving thrill that had been humming under his skin since last night. But all he could manage was a breathless laugh as he tucked the requisition into his pocket. "I— yeah. Okay." Arthur’s hand shot out, gripping Doug’s wrist. "Hey." His voice was suddenly serious, his dark eyes searching Doug’s face. "You good?" Doug swallowed, the weight of the question settling in his chest. Was he? He thought of Jay’s hands on him last night, the way Chris had looked at him like he was prey, the way Piet and Arthur had always made him feel like he belonged. He thought of the way his body had responded—not with fear, but with hunger. "Yeah," he said, his voice steady. "I’m good." Arthur’s grin returned, sharp and knowing. "Then let’s celebrate." The dinner party at Arthur and Piet’s was almost ready to go by the time Doug arrived, Jay in tow. The apartment smelled like garlic and wine, the low hum of conversation and laughter wrapping around them as they stepped inside. Piet was at the stove, stirring something that smelled rich and spicy, while Arthur lounged on the couch with a glass of red wine, his tie already loosened. He looked up as they entered, his gaze locking onto Doug with a heat that made Doug’s skin prickle. "About time," Arthur drawled, setting his wine down. "We were starting to think you’d chickened out." Jay snorted, shedding his jacket and tossing it onto the back of a chair. "Please. Doug’s got more balls than the both of you combined." Piet turned from the stove, wiping his hands on a dish towel. His eyes flicked between them, landing on Arthur with a slow, appraising look. "Well?" he asked, his voice smooth. "Did the lab call yet?" Doug’s pulse jumped. Arthur nodded, "Yeah. It’s— official." A beat of silence. Then Doug let out a low, triumphant "Fuck yes!" and Arthur lunged off the couch, crossing the room in two strides. His hands cupped Doug’s face, his mouth crashing down in a bruising kiss. Doug melted into it, his hands gripping Arthur’s waist, the taste of wine and something darker on Arthur’s tongue. When they broke apart, Arthur’s eyes were dark with lust. "Welcome to the family, pozboy," he murmured. Piet was there a second later, his lips pressing to the side of Doug’s neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below his ear. "We’ve been waiting for you," he whispered, his breath hot. Jay crowded in behind Doug, his chest pressing against Doug’s back, his hands sliding around to palm Doug’s cock through his jeans. Doug groaned, his head falling back against Jay’s shoulder as Piet’s mouth found his again, their tongues tangling. Arthur’s fingers were already working at Doug’s belt, his voice a rough growl. "Clothes. Off. Now." The command sent a jolt through Doug, his cock throbbing as Jay’s hands joined Arthur’s, stripping him bare in seconds. The cool air of the apartment hit his skin, but he barely noticed—all he could focus on was the heat of their bodies surrounding him, the way their hands roamed over him like they owned him. Piet dropped to his knees, his mouth wrapping around Doug’s cock without warning, his tongue swirling around the head before taking him deep. Doug’s fingers tangled in Piet’s dark hair, his hips jerking forward helplessly. Arthur’s lips crashed against his again, his teeth nipping at Doug’s lower lip. "You’re ours now," he growled. "No more hiding. No more waiting." His hand gripped Doug’s cock at the base, pulling him free of Piet’s mouth with a wet pop. "On the table. Now." Doug didn’t hesitate. He let Jay guide him backward until the edge of the dining table hit the back of his thighs, then he was lying down, the cool wood against his bare back, his cock jutting up, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach. Arthur was already stripping, his cock springing free, thick and flushed. He crawled onto the table, straddling Doug’s chest, his ass hovering over Doug’s face. "Lick me open, pozboy," he ordered, his voice dark with command. "Get me ready." Doug groaned, his hands gripping Arthur’s thighs as he pulled him down, his tongue pressing against Arthur’s tight hole. The taste of him was musky, salt and sweat, and Doug drowned in it, his tongue working in deep, hungry strokes. Behind him, he heard the slick sounds of lube, then Jay’s voice, low and filthy. "Fuck, look at you. Spread out for us like a good little slut." A second later, Jay’s cock was pressing against Doug’s ass, the broad head stretching him open. Doug moaned against Arthur’s skin, his hips lifting instinctively, taking Jay in deep. "Yes— fuck, yes—" Piet’s mouth was on Doug’s cock again, his lips sealing around the head, his tongue swirling as he took him to the back of his throat. Doug’s vision blurred, his body caught between the three of them—Jay’s cock pounding into his ass, Arthur’s hole tightening around his tongue, Piet’s mouth sucking him off with relentless precision. He was owned. He was theirs. Arthur’s cock was leaking onto Doug’s chest, the tip brushing against his lips. Doug opened without hesitation, taking him in, the taste of pre-cum flooding his mouth. Arthur groaned, his hips rolling, fucking Doug’s face in shallow, desperate thrusts. "Gonna cum down your throat, pozboy," he gasped. "Gonna breed you proper." The words sent Doug over the edge. His cock pulsed in Piet’s mouth, cum spilling down his throat as he cried out around Arthur’s cock. Jay’s rhythm faltered, his cock swelling inside Doug before he came with a guttural groan, his cum flooding Doug’s ass. Arthur followed a second later, his release hitting the back of Doug’s throat in thick, salty spurts. Doug swallowed every drop, his body trembling with the force of his own climax, his mind blank with pleasure. They collapsed together afterward, a tangle of limbs and sweat-slick skin, the table groaning under their weight. Doug’s body ached in the best way, his ass throbbing, his cock still half-hard, leaking cum onto his stomach. Jay’s arm was draped over his chest, his breath warm against Doug’s neck. Arthur was sprawled beside him, one hand lazily tracing patterns on Doug’s thigh, while Piet pressed a kiss to his shoulder, his lips curved in a satisfied smirk. "Welcome home," Piet murmured. Later, long after the others had passed out, after Arthur had ridden Doug's cock and Piet had dumped a load in him—Arthur and Piet curled together on the couch, Jay snoring softly in the guest room—Doug lay in Arthur’s bed, staring up at the ceiling. The city lights bled through the half-open blinds, casting long, shifting shadows across the walls. His body still hummed with the ghost of their touch, his ass sore, his throat raw. He pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the steady, unrelenting beat of his heart. He was positive. The word didn’t feel like a sentence anymore. It felt like a key, unlocking something inside him he hadn’t even known was there. The fear was still there, lurking at the edges, but it was drowned out by the rush of something darker, something freer. He thought of the way Jay had looked at him when he’d flipped him over, the way Arthur had kissed him like he was precious, the way Piet had swallowed his cum like it was communion. He was one of them now. No more hiding. No more waiting. Doug exhaled slowly, his fingers curling into the sheets. The future stretched out before him, uncertain and bright and terrifying. But for the first time, he wasn’t afraid to step into it. He closed his eyes, a slow, filthy smile curling his lips. Bring it on.

I keep a record of all the guys I play with. I remember most of them, or can pinpoint where we met (like an event or something tied to that unplanned experience). My number is 188. Might seem low to some of you pigs, but I also got to play with several of them multiple times. Once they're on the list, that's it. They don't keep reappearing.

I'm neutral on body or facial hair, but I like shaved or trimmed pubes and a smooth nutsack for sure. As others have said, I don't like hair in my mouth.

I want to be owned.

Honestly I wouldn’t mind the compliment if they sent one. I’ve just had a few guys message me/oink me then go “come fly out to Georgia so we can have fun” not “if you’re ever out this way, hit me up.” sorry I’m not spending hundreds of dollars on a plane ticket and hotel costs to go meet some random dude from the internet. Hell I don’t even have the money to do so. And if I did, there are plenty of places within the U.S. I’d rather go see haha.

Don't remember the first time. But I can say with certainty that I was introduced to it by my pig buddy Jim, who trained me for gay sex. He kept Jungle Juice Plus, and it was clearly his favourite because that's all I remember him carrying. I *should* know this information, but I fear that the brain cells I spent on that experience were the ones that retained the memory.

Greetings all, sorry that life and commitments have gotten in the way of keeping this story rolling. Summer has a way of just taking off with travel and events, but thankfully chapters have continued to develop even during the time away. Also, an acknowledgement before we continue: a big thank you to Viking8x6 for alerting me that I was beginning to run afoul of some boundaries set forth for the forum. With his assistance, we modified the last two chapters to bring them in-line with the rules. The events haven't changed, merely the dialogue has been toned down a bit to keep the story in a state where it can continue to remain shared with all of you. Apologies to anyone who may have been offended, as a writer it's sometimes easy to get carried away with the creative juices and venture into that gray area. With that said, we pick up right where we left off... ------------- "Mmmmm..." G's eyes rolled back for a moment as he relished the feeling of his thick, uncut piece hilted in my sloppy ass. Slowly he began to pull back and then slide in, a gentle, rhythmic fucking. I knew with him having cum three times already that this one was going to take a while. "I really do love the feeling of your ass, seeing you lay there taking my cum," he said softly. "A large part of that is probably because of how much you remind me of my time with Paul. Though I was where you are now when I was with him." It dawned on me that this was more than just a random fuck in the woods. Through me, he was reliving memories of his sexual past. I suppose in some circumstances I would feel the butterflies fluttering about my stomach, flattered speechless by this compliment. And yet my mind was still racing to process what had been revealed to me over the course of the last hour. Or was it two? How long exactly have I been laying on this tree taking loads??? I've always thought I had pretty good stamina when it came to sex, but I don't think I'd even made it four rounds in a session, much less taking a seventh load before the last 24 hours. Yet he had a steady, driving motion going on. My body sliding up and down gently on the bed of our clothes as the cum from four different men lubricated my ass walls. Poisonous cum. It was hot; not just warm anymore, I was physically feeling the heat. Oh yeah, he was talking to me, wasn't he? "...bent over, he slipped in me pretty easily. He must have had me pegged from the moment he saw me. Hey, Reid, you okay? You look a bit out of it." His voice carried a little bit of concern. And truthfully, while I didn't feel great, I wasn't quite sure how to answer him. He slowed his thrusting, and reached up to touch my forehead with the back of his one hand. "Oh, my. Well, I think I know the problem!" He almost seemed to say it with relief, and just the slightest hint of a smile. He resumed his thrusting, though more determined this time. "How about I finish up here and we get you home. Pretty sure you're going to need your bed very soon." He was a man on a mission, firmly intent on planting one more load of his noxious cum in my ass before we left. His meat was hard as steel, almost painfully stabbing the depth of my colon with each full extension in. The slapping of his balls on my ass fell away and I knew they had drawn up; time to release! I braced myself. Only this time, rather than slam deep and inject as far inside me as he could, G just kept right on fucking as his load erupted from his weapon. Another 4-5 good shots of cum entered my ass, being immediately churned in with all the other cum remnants. His breath was ragged, but as he slowed his thrusting and began to regain his composure, he reached down to his left and pulled up the backpack he had brought with him on this little excursion. He took out a small towel and as he slowly slid himself down and his semi-hard cock slipped out of my ass, he used the towel to wipe himself and the area around my hole. He reached down and gently scooped up some of the cum pile that had formed on my shorts, on which my ass had been resting. He fingered it into my hole slowly. I was about to release my legs which I had been holding there the whole time, when he put a hand on mine. "No, just wait one minute," he said. He reached down into his bag and at the same time reached between my legs and pulled my hard cock up off my abs and pulled it back to point to him. He took the first two inches into his mouth, and with his tongue made a slow push into the opening of my foreskin and gently circled my very sensitive head once. I felt something pressing into my ass and as I exploded into his mouth I felt something even thicker than G push in. Suddenly my ass clamped down as if nothing was at the opening but something was deep inside. As my cum continued to flow into G's mouth, I realized he had plugged me. I shot probably a good 6-7 ribbons into his mouth, less than I had put in his ass a little while ago, but still a decent load for anyone. He didn't swallow, but instead began to pull the plug back; my ass didn't want to let it go though, so he gave a couple quick tugs to get it to begin its exit. He didn't allow it to come the whole way out, but instead he leaned down and allowed my load to fall out of his mouth onto the plug. Using his fingers and an in-and-out motion with the plug, he worked my own load into the gaping hole I had given over to him. With my load in, he again pushed the plug in firmly but slowly until I felt that familiar clamp down of my ass. I knew I was loose, but that plug was big enough to make my ass lips work how they were always meant. He braced my legs and allowed me to release them, gently lowering them down past him and to a dangling position either side of the log. He grabbed my upper arms and pulled me up to him, my head stopping about 6 inches from his. "Are you okay to walk back down the mountain?" "I think so. Where's my stuff?" I asked. G realized that what I would realize was my fuck flu was quickly setting in, and I had become a bit disoriented. Unremembered by me, he pulled out a spare set of clothes for both of us (clearly he had to have planned on us meeting again to have a set that fit me just handy in his bag!) and helped me pull the t-shirt over my head and arms. He did the same with a spare tank top of his own. He unstraddled the log, and then helped lift me up as my right leg wobbled in its attempt to join its left-side brother. He gave me a hand, and I felt the discomfort of the plug stretching my ass and pushing my colon further to the side than it was meant to be. We managed to get my legs side-by-side, and he helped me step into a pair of shorts and slide them up me. In short order he had a pair on himself, and with our footwear on he finally gathered our soiled clothing bed and threw it in his backpack with his towel. We made it down the trail slowly. Every step uncomfortable for me with the plug inside, yet G patiently helping me on the way. We got to the bottom and he guided me to his Jeep, correctly assuming I wasn't in much shape to get back under my own power. He pulled out his phone and typed a bit as I felt the cool air from his AC kick in; he had fired it up knowing I was extremely hot. I remembered his phone buzzing and the Jeep starting up, and with that and the feeling of an ample butt plug deep in my ass, I passed out.

There are a few of us.

The older men who instructed me in BDSM spoke of those as if Prometheus himself delivered them to man as a gift. Until Zeus caught wind of his mischief and struck down and removed them by using his minions at the FDA

I was a late bloomer. Didn't suck dick until 21. Met a guy at a local bookstore that had a section of porn magazines. Turned out it was a renowned cruising place. We kept making eye contact and when I left he followed me. He asked me to follow him to an empty parking lot. We parked next to each other and I got into his car. He pulled his pants down to his ankles and I bent over to suck him. His dick wasn't big but he was hard. Within a few minutes he shot into my mouth and I swallowed his entire load.

About 9" I think. Was only a couple of weeks ago. He wanted to lie down with a blindfold on and I come visit, door open, I ride him. I said he looked big in the pic he sent, but he was saying no it's just the photo. Well I was there in person and he's big, hard and ready to go, so I figured I'd give it a try. I'm tight and more used to 5-7" guys, so this was going to be intense. Lucky for me he has a big bottle of decent lube ready, so I lube him and get on to ride. Hurt a bit going in, but I relaxed and slowly slide down him. When I was at 7" I stopped and told him this was the deepest I've ever had a guy and everything next is virgin hole before taking him all in me. He had a massive smile then and kept it for the rest of the fuck. Mostly he wanted to grind in me nuts deep, holding my legs with his hands and pulling his hips up to me as I squeezed and worked him with my hole. Wasn't my most orgasmic fuck, I think shorter guys often bump my prostate better when they're nuts deep, and that there's better positions for long guys. Still had a lot of fun with him and would do it again. It's just long dick easily goes past the prostate, so it's better for positions where you can use the length, not just deep grinding. I'm fairly long and I think it's better used for spooning or missionary and finding the most intense angle and depth to hit your guy's prostate. Can really get a guy moaning when you find it.

Pretty much only every been in relationships with older men starting when I was in my 18/19. The idea of a top being more mature and wiser is mostly true. Not always. A Daddy/boy, Dom/sub, Sir/boy can be a great dynamic. And when you are younger you do tend to look up to the daddy top more for wisdom and knowledge. I've had more of a bdsm servitude relationships where I was a boy and he was a Sir and one where I was a boy for a Daddy and recently more of a traditional monogamous relationship that ended recently. I can't say why I have always been attracted to older. Yes the older features have always been hot to me sometimes I wonder if it's the experience or wisdom. It can be hot and I guess maybe others percieve it as looking hot seeing a Daddy/boy couple no idea. There can definitely be some challenges sometimes a huge age gap like that interests, hobbies and mindsets might be a different. A young man is still growing, learning, developing an exploring. An older man has experience, patience, understanding but is sometimes set in their ways and ideals. It's a weird feeling I'm no longer young i don't think. I'm in my early 30s. Ironically when I was 18-20 most older guys and daddies thought I was too young. It was a little easier in early 20s. I see a mix of online and profiles of some daddies only wanting younger guys and some only wanting older guys. I am literally in the divide. At this point I don't think I am actively trying to date or form a relationship with an older guy again. But the thing about that is really is I've gotten older so depending on the age the gap in age isn't as big as it was 10 years ago. Some things I've pondered over the last few weeks is what if I was just friends/fuck buddies with a previous relationship would things have gone better? Perhaps. In general I think guys around my age group of might be able to relate to a little easier. I'll still have sex and fun with whatever guy i want. I'm not trying to be close minded either but just past experiences have made me cautious. But to the original question yeah Daddy/boy relationships are hot so is being called boy and calling the man Sir or daddy. That will never probably not be hot to me no matter how old i get. I already know there guys in their 50s who consider themselves a boy and I think that's probably how it will go for me years later too.