I wrote this morning about daddy lovers in the gay subculture, and for my money, if I wanted a daddy’s boy, I’d choose Gavin Casalegno, whom you see here to the left. Imagine snuggling under the bed covers with him every night? Aye-yi-yi, he’s a total babe. 😉
I once wrote a short story called Daddy Lover. It appears in my anthology titled Boys Who Love Men, and here’s what the plucky main character, Bradley, says about his sexual tastes:
“I’m nineteen and queer, but I’m not attracted to guys my age. I find them shallow and insubstantial. Straight boys are fixated on sports and pussy, gay boys upon
wardrobe and hair style. My taste runs to mature men, fellows in their forties and fifties with salt and pepper hair, guys with baritone voices who speak with a confidence
only experience imparts.
“Yeah, I’m a daddy lover; I don’t know why, maybe ’cause I grew up without a father.
Pop, you bastard, how come you deserted me and Mom?”
Well, I had a good day. I got a lot of things done around here, as I prepare to leave for three weeks. And I took a three-mile walk on the beach. Now it’s 6:30 PM, and I’m about to throw a chicken breast in the oven. I’ll team it with a spinach and avocado salad, and probably watch a Netflix movie while I dine.
Have a nice Saturday night, friends.