For years, I didn’t think much about sex. I beat off a couple of times a week like any man, but the idea of dating or a relationship just wasn’t on my radar. Then I started having sex with Dex and Marcus, and I guess it just sort of woke something up in me that I didn’t know was missing, brought me back to life. Now, with Dex moving out, I know I’m going to miss him. I’m not looking to replace him, nobody else will be my boy, but I guess I do see options. I actually went on a date. The first one in years. It might be the first one Dex is old enough to remember. I came home to find him sitting on his bed obviously peeved. I tried to talk to him, and he gave me that “I’m fine, Dad!” which meant he was not ‘fine’ at all. It didn’t take much to figure out that he was not fine with me going out. I’m the first man to fuck him and, before he started hanging out at Carnal House, pretty much the only one, except the Snows, but that’s a family thing. I didn’t remind him that he’s the one moving out. Just because he’s old enough to start living his own life, doesn’t mean he doesn’t want a home, or a dick, to come home to. I still remember the bitter-sweet disconcerting moment of going home to visit my parents and discovering that my old bedroom was now my mother’s craft room. I was out of college, had a good job, living with my first girlfriend. I had no intention of moving back in, but a door closed is a door closed.I told Dex that he would always be my boy, and nothing would ever change that. He couldn’t know how true that was. Marcus lets me fuck him but deep down he’s a top. I’ll be surprised if anybody else tops him. He takes my loads, but he doesn’t need them. I can’t imagine anybody looking at me with the wide-eyed devotion that Dex does. There is literally nothing in the world that matches looking down at him with his legs spread wide open taking my dick and seeing that hungry submission in his eyes. He doesn’t just let me breed him, he needs it. He will gladly beg for his daddy’s cum if I asked him to, and mean every word of it.My date this afternoon was just two guys hanging out at the pub, watching the game on their wide screen TV. It wasn’t even a gay bar. We had a good time and agreed to see each other again. He’s only a couple of years younger than me. A good bit older than Dex and Marcus, but has a thing for “Daddies.” I don’t know what will happen. I guess I will fuck him if the chance comes up. I didn’t ask about going back to his place, though. I came home to plant my seed where it belongs, deep in my sweet fuckboy’s hole.