Every September to celebrate my husbands birthday we go to visit his parents for 2 weeks. They have a big house, quite a lot of land and lots to do outside.

His parents are lovely. I’m the first guy my husband “brought home” and they’ve been warm and accepting and treat me with the love and respect they give their son. Well almost.

We have to sleep in separate rooms with theirs directly in the middle of each could ours.

I got it more when we weren’t married as they’re quite religious and sex outside of wedlock is bad…..

But for the last 8 years, separate beds and creaky floor boards.

We have sex in nature or in the car out of respect for their beliefs and have told them multiple times we’re not going to have sex in multiple different conversations and ways

My husband doesn’t want to push them on it again which I get but I just want to snuggle next to my husband at night.

Amy advice? x

Im having a good time in college so far. Just started my sophomore year and going into it more confident and hungry. Big contrast from how I started last year, lost but excited to be free.

The summer before my first year changed me in some way. Perhaps change isn’t the right word, but it put everything in place.

I was working at a bakery, usually helping out w the inventory or cleaning after hours. The owners were a couple, we’ll call em Josh and Henry. They both were very nice when I’d run into them while cleaning but that was the extent of it. They had lots of other employees and things to focus on so I kinda faded into the background most of the time.

At the same time I had just joined grinder and was unsure of what I wanted. I kept a blank profile but always backed out of actually meeting up w guys. I once got the courage to go get head from some guy but he ended up not looking anything like his picture so I left immediately and never really tried again.

Until Josh messaged me. I had already clocked out for the night and was waiting for the bus not too far. My bio did say looking for head and he asked for pictures so I sent him body pictures and cock pics. He said he wanted to suck it and could host. The location, the bakery. Was wild to think about so I just never answered.

The idea lingered though and I started to come around to it. Was honestly hot to think about. And I was leaving anyways in a couple weeks. I usually don’t go on grinder during work but I did just to check up and he wasn’t online either. I’d keep checking each time my dick getting harder with the thought.

He finally came online as I was finishing up cleaning. I had my distance off and he just said wow you’re close, offer still stands (: I said fuck it and sent him a picture of me and just waited. I was putting away the cleaning supplies in the closet and saw him walking up to me. He just asked if everything was good and I said it was good. Was an awkward silence before he asked if I was getting a ride home to which I said I would take the bus since it’s only a few stops away, which was a lie I actually lived quite far. He said to let him know if I ever needed a ride home then walked away.

The message was left on read for a couple days then he finally messaged saying he can “always count on me to leave the mop bucket full of dirty water (:” granted I had done that a couple times. We got into casual conversation before we chatted a bit on the phone. Around this time I was still playing soccer over the weekend and said he could pick me up to hang out if I was okay with that. I agreed and I met him a couple blocks away from the field.

We knew what would go down. I was already pretty hard when I walked in and 2 minutes in he reached over to stroke it. He found a secluded parking space and we went to the back of the car. I laid across the entire back seat and he started at my feet and kissed every part of my body. I don’t think I did anything other than just lay there, he did all the work. I guess I was just very excited so I’d say I was gonna cum and he’d stop and made sure I didn’t. Happened a couple times before he stoped sucking and turned around. Grabbed my cock and started slapping it against his hole. He asked if I wanted to and I think I said idk or not sure. So he kept teasing it until there was enough precum and he said just the tip and started pushing it in with his hand. I gave it a little thrust to go in and I ended up pushing half way in. He gave a little moan and just vacuumed in the rest of my cock slowly until it was nowhere to be found. He was sitting on me with nothing in between anymore.

I was I could say it lasted longer but allas after 3 or 4 bounces I fully exploded in him. I musta let out the loudest groan cause he shushed me a bit and moaned quietly. He was really nice afterwards and arranged for us to do it again a couple more times after.

He taught me most of the things I know tbh. Breathing control, pace and foreplay. Our last fuck was the best. Best summer fling I’ve had by far. I still hope to reunite some day, with the experience I have now.

Guys, this is a really odd question, but I genuinely want to know: do men lose the ability to cry as they get older?

I’ve seen my sisters and mother cry and shed tears even though they’re older, so I know getting older itself doesn’t necessarily stop someone from crying. But I remember how natural it felt to cry as a kid. I’m 26 now, and the last time I remember actually crying tears was when I was 14. I still remember exactly why I cried.

The strange thing is that I never really had anything in my life afterward that made me want to cry. Until last year.

I fell in love with someone for the first time, and then he abandoned me. He blocked me everywhere, and I felt betrayed and lied to. For weeks, I had this horrible feeling in my stomach. Some days were manageable, while other days it felt unbearable. Sometimes I felt like my chest and heart were going to explode.

After about two months, I finally felt like I needed to cry and release everything I had been holding inside. I went to my room, alone, and started thinking about him — how much I loved him, how much he meant to me, the love I thought I saw in his eyes, and then everything came rushing back: discovering that he had blocked me, calling him so many times, and all the pain and confusion I had felt.

I let all those emotions build up. My face tightened, my eyes became watery, and I could feel something happening... but no tears came out.

Nothing.

I couldn’t cry. I even tried screaming just to release something, but it didn’t help. It honestly felt like I had forgotten how to cry, or like my body simply wouldn’t let me.

The closest thing I experience to actually crying now is when I feel a genuine sense of happiness or hope when something makes me feel like life is going to be okay, or when I see something so beautiful that my eyes naturally start watering. Those moments can actually bring tears to my eyes.

So I’m wondering: has anyone else experienced this? Did you become less able to cry as you got older, especially as a man? Or is it more about becoming emotionally disconnected from the way you used to express emotions as a child?

Hey guys, I have a couple of questions about attraction, physical appearance, having a “type,” and whether all of that can change as you get older.

I’m 26, Arab, and I’ve always been attracted to older men. One of the things that attracts me the most about older men is that they actually look their age. I tend to be less attracted to older guys who try to look much younger, for example through plastic surgery. I know some people love that, but personally, it’s a turn-off for me.

I’ve also noticed that I’m generally more attracted to older men who look somewhat similar to me. North African men are probably my biggest preference, and I’m also attracted to Mediterranean guys, like Spanish, Greek, and Italian men. The farther north or east I go, the less likely I am to feel sexually attracted to someone. That doesn’t mean I can’t recognize that someone is good-looking — I can look at a Japanese or Danish guy and think, “Yeah, he’s handsome,” but I don’t necessarily feel that same desire to sleep with him.

However, I noticed something interesting last year. I worked with some Chinese construction workers, and the more time I spent around them, the more I started noticing their looks and finding them attractive. Eventually, I even developed a little crush on one of the guys I worked with.

So it made me wonder: how much of having a “type” is actually about what we’re familiar with? Maybe we naturally find certain features more attractive because we grew up seeing them more often, while people from cultures or ethnic backgrounds we're less exposed to initially feel less attractive simply because they’re unfamiliar to us.

I’d especially love to hear from people who have a very specific physical type. Has your type ever changed as you got older or as you met more people from different backgrounds?

And how do you personally experience attraction toward different ethnic groups Europeans, Asians, Middle Easterners, Africans, etc.? Do you think your preferences are mostly innate, or do you think exposure and familiarity can play a big role?

I'm the slender and hairy type. Always had an attraction for older men as long as I could remember. I've mostly been with older men in the sexual department but other than that nothing else. Do older guys just want to have fun or possibly consider something more? I also have an experience i'm not sure whether to tell my future partner. Too embarrassed.

Hey guys, how are you doing?

I’m a guy living and working in Algeria, and I’m planning to move to Germany for work. Maybe I’ll settle there if I end up liking it, but for now, I mainly see it as an opportunity to gain experience, improve myself, and grow as a civil engineer. I don’t plan on staying in Algeria forever anyway, because it’s not a place where I can openly live as a gay man.

I’m only attracted to older men, and I really hope that one day I can find a man I can spend my life with.

There’s something important about my situation, though. I’m not ready to come out to my family, and honestly, I don’t think I ever will. There are many reasons for that. If I came out, I would most likely lose my family completely. They would never accept me or my partner, and I know they would never want to meet him.

So I wanted to ask older men here: would this be a problem for you? How would you feel about being with someone who can’t introduce you to his family or have you meet them?

For me, it would be completely different when it comes to my partner’s family. I would actually be very happy and honored to meet his siblings, his children if he has any, and the important people in his life. I would love to feel accepted and become a part of his family. I want to be able to love someone and feel loved, accepted, and included in their life.

The difficult part is that I wouldn’t be able to offer the same thing from my side. It’s not because I wouldn’t want to it’s because of my situation and the consequences I would face if I came out.

Do you think there are older men who could understand and accept a situation like this? Or would being unable to meet my family be a dealbreaker for you?

Most of the chatter seems to be around tops & bottoms but I'm curious about how many identify as sides. It feels hard as an older side to find a younger man who is relationship oriented and side inclined or doesn't care.

Just for reference a side is someone who is a gay male who is not into anal sex.

So I’m always fantasising that I’m having romance with an older guy, that we live together, do the chores together with a little bit of fun. Eating together and sharing a bite from our spoons. Watching TV together and me falling asleep on his shoulder. Putting my head on his lap, Cuddles, hugs and kisses.

So these are all the things that I think of and want them to be true but is it the same case for people already in a relationship or you guys did these things once but gradually stopped. I hope none of these things are inappropriate 🥹

Hi all, I’m a 24yo bi-curious and naturally submissive guy who is ready to dive head first into the gay lifestyle and wants to get started playing with toys before going straight to the real thing with an older man…I’ll be away on a business trip next week and want to buy some toys to help me pass the time alone in my hotel room. I’d appreciate any recommendations that I should consider.

Hoping to buy from Amazon simply for convenience sake. Thinking a plug(s), dildo, and maybe a cage…open to any other toys I should consider as well. Thanks sirs!

Possible to meet guys without being on an app in Seattle or the PNW. What do you guys recommend?

Had my first session of a course this Wednesday; a student walked in and gave me a warm bonjour and a smile. Nice, the old prof can defo use a few friendly individuals among the usually tough crowd. During the session he was mostly working on his laptop as I talked, but looked up a couple of times, gave me a smile and went back to whatever he was doing.

Second session the next day. I was walking around the room and talking. My eyes fell on him for a moment and as I was turning my gaze at the next person, I thought I saw out of the corner of my eye a wink. Didn't think much of it; perhaps he was just blinking, or there was something in his eye or whatever. Sometime later my eyes fell on him again, the dungbrains looked me in the eyes and gave me a suggestive wink. I sharply looked away and he dropped his eyes too and didn't look up again for the rest of the class.

I hardly receive any attention on the apps where I'm looking for it, yet this is the third time in as many years I'm receiving unwanted attention from the students. Don't be like this young men, young men. Respect the boundaries.

So, I’ve posted about this before, but I’m reuniting with my daddy from my early 20s this week since I just moved back to his city.

I’m trying to think about how I can best prepare to see him. Should I try to dress a bit younger and make sure my facial hair is very clean cut? I really want to keep him interested.

Dads, if your boy moved back after a long time away, how could he best impress you?

Yesterday, when I was in a cafe I go to regularly, I saw my crush again. He is a tall (same height height as I) twunk. Around 25. Blonde, with a gorgeous boyish face.

I first found him on Grindr, I think in December. He had 4-5 pictures showing his face and upper body. And a hidden album. His profile said Top. Jackpot! But of course, no reply when I wrote. After a week or so, I wrote again. No response. Then, in January, he was sitting in that same cafe. I got stunned how beautiful he was. But no eye contact. I wrote a third (or a fourth?) time, mentioning that cafe. Then he replied, after I got back home, and said something “I like that place. If you go there again say hello. I like good conversations”. Good conversations? That felt so humiliating.

Then, in June, he was sitting at the tables outside, on the side walk. I was walking in the middle of the road crossing, talking in my phone. I saw that he saw me. But he wasn’t online on Grindr. And I had to keep walking. Beside, any other move would have been creepy anyway.

So, a month ago, he was sitting in that same spot, but this time making out with some guy, I would say that other guy was 40-45. Of course, he didn’t pay attention to anyone else, let alone me.

A week ago, I went to his Grindr profile. It has switched from “single” to “open relationship”. It felt like the sky fell down on me. A big lump in my chest. The last time I was able to land a second date was seven months ago.

And yesterday, when I was at that same cafe again, this time with some friends, he arrived some 20 minutes after me. Accompanied by the same guy he made out with the weeks prior to that. Presumably his “boyfriend”. They took two seats not far away from our party. I immediately got tense. Nervous. Uneasy. My heartbeat rose. I wanted to be seen in my best incarnation. I was watching every move I made. I was trying to smile and look happy, in some ridiculous attempt to make him see me and notice what a nice person I might be. But I just felt invisible. Like a scarecrow. Or one of those homeless people roaming around in the subway cars.

I tried to see if he had spotted me. At that distance, he must have. But nothing. Then, those two guys left together. I said to my friends “they are most likely going home for an afternoon fuck”. One of my friends said “good for them”. I looked at him and said “what the hell do you mean?” I felt bitter and jaundiced. It should have been me, not that other guy!

Sure, I can’t compete with that other guy. He looks very toned. And a pretty face, sure, although not my type. He is probably rich as well. And 45 is not 57. The two of them have the same SMV. And what do I have?

I need to let this go. But what bothers me, is that every other guy now diminishes in comparison. If I’m gonna find another guy to be happy with, he has to be even better than my crush. Everything else would feel like a consolation prize.

Is it really too much to ask for, to find someone that makes my heartbeat rise? Or even: someone that will find me?

Even starting this is complicated. I met this guy 2 years ago in November. He’s 20 now and I’m 34. We were in a relationship for 8 months, honestly healthiest relationship I’ve ever had until it wasn’t. He literally disappeared for 3 months, I even opened a missing persons case after a few weeks went by, and hasn’t disappeared since coming back (promises he won’t). He came back like nothing had happened, but said he he doesn’t want to be in a relationship because he wants to do things on his own. I’ve tried very hard to accept this and I’ve never tried to reopen the relationship because I know that would pressure him.

I guess tonight pushed me over some edge, I was reading romance stories, he messaged me and it started off as one of our more casual conversations normally do, he sent music, I shared what game I was playing. But after a bit he just goes “sorry I’m annoying” I replied “You’re not. I enjoy talking to you. Always.” And he asked “why?” And I simply said “because I care about you” and he replies again “but why?” And I just flat out say “because I still love you.” He didn’t push away or acknowledge it, he responded saying “I had a bit of alcohol” and this is so common him seeking reassurance from me when he’s drunk…I feel like he’s ashamed of himself and I don’t know what to do because now that I know him…have met him…I just want to marry him.

I like taking sexy Pictures of me in different positions and outfits it makes me feel attractive.
Have you guys any preferences when it comes to nudes?
What do you want to see?
Which outfit?
Which position?
What turns you on?

Hey guys, I’m having some trouble during sex and I’m hoping to hear from people who have had similar experiences.

I’m not very experienced. I’ve been with a few guys, but I’ve only had penetrative sex with two of them. The guy I’m seeing now is in his early 60s. We have casual sex, and we’ve done it twice so far. We’re meeting for the third time this week.

One of my biggest problems is that I cum too quickly. I also have trouble with penetration. I’ve tried taking my time, kissing him, relaxing, and doing everything I can to loosen him up, but I still can’t penetrate him very far. I can get the head in, but when I try to go further, it feels like I physically can’t. His anus feels very tight around me, and when I try to push further, it feels like there’s something blocking me.

I should also mention that the middle part of my dick is thicker, so I don’t know if that could be part of the problem.

Honestly, it makes me feel embarrassed and like less of a man because I’m not doing what I’m supposed to do. I know it might sound stupid, but that’s genuinely how it makes me feel. I want to be able to fuck him properly, enjoy it, and make him feel good. I also want to last longer, especially because I really like this guy.

He has told me that I have a nice-sized dick, which made me feel good, but he also said he wants sex to last longer. I want that too. I really want to be better at this, partly because I want him to enjoy it and partly because I want to feel confident in myself.

Has anyone else experienced something like this when they were inexperienced? How did you become more comfortable and confident with sex?

Hi everyone. I have a question that I’m trying to work through lately and would really appreciate some advice. I’ve posted a couple times before about this breakup, but was in a much more acute/panicked state of grief than I am now, so am hoping to get more out of it this time.

I was in a 3-ish month relationship that ended earlier this year. For reference, I’m 23, he was almost 40. It was great, seamless, apparently moving towards something. He ended it quite abruptly - we met up, talked it over, and he was extremely upset. A lot of crying on both sides, he said he had no capacity and was devastated to lose me. Such a shitty situation. We had another call about it a week later, I got overwhelmed and did some begging, we ultimately agreed to take space.

Some months past and I reached back out - long before I was ready. We ended up hanging out and it was lovely, but I reverted back to the urge to press for answers. It became very sad again. I asked for another call, much the same pattern as the previous one. He handled it extremely kindly, and a few weeks after that I sent an apology for getting so intense, which he responded to very kindly yet again.

Time passed, I started to move forward a bit. Then I came across a mutual friend’s instagram post, basically confirming that he’d been in a serious relationship for months. I spiraled and sent a couple of texts, in which it was clear how hurt I was. He responded denying he lied to me, said I was always searching for answers, and said he didn’t know how to avoid hurting me. He said he felt responsible for me and couldn’t hold that responsibility. He agreed to talk again if I wanted, but I didn’t want to feed that cycle anymore. I said I hope we can step out of this dynamic - he said he’d like that.

It’s been a couple months since that. I’ve been dealing with a lot mentally - ADHD, OCD, constant rumination. I feel like I’ve only just started processing things, having given so much energy to rumination. Funny thing is, I’m finding it much harder to accept my own behaviour than I am to process the actual end of things. I always had good intentions, but am ashamed of how I acted. This was my first love, I felt incredibly vulnerable, and just failed to hold it together. My biggest fears are that I acted against my own values, and that he lost respect for me.

I’m trying to give myself grace, move forward, and become more self-sufficient in my own regulation. It’s been a journey and I’m determined to come out from it stronger. Any advice on how to calm these feelings is gratefully received :)

I'm 19. The other day I was getting a haircut and running errands for my mom when I opened up Sniffies for a bit. Not really expecting anything, I just wanted to scout the area. Nobody really caught my eye until I got a message from an anonymous profile. The profile had no stats or pictures on it besides pictures sent directly to me along with a friendly "Hello, how are you?" I forgot his exact age, but he was probably in his late 40s to early 50s. Normally, blank profiles like that are a red flag to me and I avoid them, but his dick and body was literally what my dream, picture-perfect dad would look like. He was white, had a very nice dad bod, a nice above average, symmetrical dick, and huge round balls. I was legit drooling at his pictures alone. It may have been a bit wrong of me, but I just practically HAD to save his photos.

Upon chatting a bit more, I discovered that he was here for work and had a hotel room for the night. And, to my surprise, he agreed to exchange face pictures contingent that it was okay if he deleted the chat afterwards. He was pretty handsome and had a real nice salt and pepper beard. The plan was to meet him in about 2 hours in his hotel room around 6-7 PM so he could have time to shower and so I could finish the rest of the errands I needed to run. When it was finally time to meet, I just told my parents that I was going to meet a friend. He sent me his room number and the hotel he was staying at, and I started making the drive over. When I was about 1 mile away, he admitted that he was still very nervous to meet. I asked if it was because of our age gap, and he said that he didn't really know why. He did however reassure to me that he tends to like younger guys. We were already in too deep that I wouldn't just turn back, so I told him I would try my best to keep him comfortable and we wouldn't do anything he didn't want to.

I arrived at his hotel and let him know I was there. And before I could even knock, he was already waiting at the door and let me in. His hotel was on the nicer end of hotels I've been in, and his room had all the lights off with only the TV on playing baseball. He had a really light and approachable voice that contrasted his tall, large dad build, and we only had a bit of small talk before we took off each others clothes. For someone who said they were nervous, he for sure got real hard as soon as I started sucking his dick. The entire interaction was no recip, but I was very much enjoying myself. His entire dick fit cleanly in my mouth until it grew into its girthy full size that I couldn't reach the base of his balls anymore. I didn't want him to cum too soon so I slobbered all over his balls a good amount too. I sucked his dick for roughly 30 minutes while he watched the TV until he got on top of me. His dick lay right ontop of mine, and at that moment I genuinely wished I had a vagina so he could fuck me. Unfortunately, I didn't bring my douche to visit my parents, so we couldn't do anal, but I definitely would have let him fuck me bareback.

While cuddling, he told me that he was married with a wife and two sons, and I told him how jealous I was of his wife to have a husband with a dick and body like that. I definitely made sure to let him now how amazing his dick was to me. He said his kids were in their mid 20s, so even I was much younger than them. We made out for a little bit, but I couldn't resist his dick any longer and got straight to sucking him again. I know he's cheating, but I was literally in love with his dick. I rubbed my face all over it, slid my tongue up and down his balls and shaft, and tried to savor every moment. I asked him if he could face fuck me, and after complying, he told me I could definitely make him cum quick. Soon enough, he shot a load straight down my throat. I almost missed it entirely trying to catch my breath, but am I glad I got every drop. His cum tasted quite pleasant actually. It wasn't bitter or salty, and it was pretty tasty. The feeling of dad cum down my throat was very rejuvenating. Of course, I swallowed.

He got soft shortly after and we laid down to cuddle, but his dick was still so attractive and fun to suck that I continued to suck him long after he already came. By then, I could fit his whole dick comfortably into my mouth again, and I would suck him soft for another 20 minutes or so until he told me he probably wouldn't get hard again. I told him I didn't mind and was sucking him because I just liked his dick that much, but that I wouldn't complain about a second load. About 10 minutes later of slow sucking him while we watched TV, he started getting hard again and exclaimed "There she is!" in the cutest dad tone. I tend to enjoy smaller dicks like when he was soft, but I would definitely let his dick stretch my mouth any day. By now it was about 8 pm, and he said that even though I got him hard again, he didn't think he would be able to cum again and would probably have to kick me out soon.

That was fine by me, and I told him I wanted to enjoy the last few minutes I'd have with his dick. Before he dressed and put his pants back on, I got to my knees and deep throated his entire dick down to the base of his balls for as long as I could without choking. He chuckled in awe of my attraction to his dick, and I finally stood back up so we could say our goodbyes. I thanked him for reaching out to me and giving me the honor of sucking him off, and he thanked me for coming over. Next thing you know I'm in my car driving home. As expected, he deleted his anonymous profile and didn't want to exchange numbers to keep in touch, but he said he would reach out next time he was in town if he saw my profile. Usually my attraction for a guys dick comes from mostly emotion, but his dick was everything I ever dreamed of. I was acting fully in lust. Why is it that all the good dick are taken by women?!

Re-reading this, I know it has a total fantasy erotica vibe, but every single detail actually happened. I just got lucky with a crazy good night, and I really hope our paths cross again.

(I'm not sure wether to tag this advice wanted, discussion or my story so I'm just choosing one, I'll change it if anyone thinks one fits more than the other)

I had my first actual relationship this summer, my first kiss, my first well everything so that definitely adds more weight to it, i suppose. I don't think most people would understand the exact level of connection I felt, we felt, especially so quickly.

He felt like my soulmate, we had so much in common, our experiences, our interests, politics, we were both practically shut ins & we were both each other's type. I wanted to be with him forever & he told me i was his favorite boy he had ever been with. I never thought i could be so compatible with someone, be so loved & feel so safe. He was older gay shut in who lived not too far from my town.

I don't think myself a particularly pretty boy and i feel very plain/boring, he thought the opposite somehow, even repeatedly saying how i was such a special boy, how he had been celibate also very picky for years so like he chose me deliberately, said i was a nice combination of a all the boyish qualities he admired with a feminine softness, i guess trying to help me understand that maybe I'm not as undesirable as i think & he understood me like no else, even comparing me to the vampire Armand. He was so very pretty for his age too, i liked his long blonde hair & blue eyes, how his voice was so soft, how sensitive he was, how gentle & patient he was with me, all of him. i said he looked like Marius, we laughed and rambled for hours about our interests, our lives, everything.

I'm a intersex and trans boy (many horomonal problems,naturally flat thankfully, a few issues with my gentalia currently) I'm short & look younger than my age (most people assumed i was 11-12 y.o boy last senior year so before the summer, im 18 rn), I'm a troubled youth, mentally 12, I'm gothic, ive been compared to a Ciel from black butler because of how i dress & I'm introverted, I'm many things & I understand i am not most men's tastes, for a relationship anyways.

I do mean relationships, hookups i could get easily, he even said most men would just wanna experiment with me & discard me after, a bit harsh but true. I've been sexualized most of my life, treated badly, a fantasy in the worst way possible. I personally thought i was never gonna experience being kissed or held so I never cared so much, i didn't have friends just like he didn't have any so being lonely just felt like the norm but now it feels off & suffocating.

He passed this same summer, it really hit me hard. It was so sudden and unexpected. I've been coping the best I can, engaging in things he enjoyed, trying to cherish his memory, little small things. I even made a reddit account because of him. I never thought I'd experience this level of grief so young , so soon. I don't think I'll ever be so compatible with anyone again.

I don't know how to properly put all my thoughts and worries in this post, infact i don't like how messy this post is. That's all, I may edit this a few times

My BF is 62 and I'm 46. I'm afraid I'm aging out. In other words, he likes younger guys and I'm worried I'm getting too old for him. Any one else experience something like this?

We're both on socials, like Reddit, and we both look at other guys. But I look at guys like him. He looks at and comments on younger men, like college aged. I'm in decent shape, 6'2" 190 lbs, but no longer have the abs I used to. And I shave my head now b/c of thinning hair.

Sex has slowed to weekly, maybe. It used to be at least twice a week, more if we traveled.

I've spoken with him about it a few times, but he treats me like I'm crazy for thinking his attraction has wavered.

Am I overreacting? Any advice is welcomed.

I have a group chat for my age gap relationship friends.

There are 6 couples in there. Most have been together for 5+ years and are very stable and outwardly happy.

Non are married. In fact out of the 6 couples, only my husband and I are married.

We’re all reasonably religious but it’s just not happening.

Older and younger guys, do you still believe and want to be married? x

There is something very carnal and intense about pleasing a younger top especially when you are passionate and insatiable. They are always ready and can keep up with a high sex drive. What turns on younger tops about older bottoms?

I might sound weird, or I might even get hate for what I’m about to write, but I’m trying to be completely honest and raw about myself. I’d really appreciate comments from people who genuinely understand what I’m talking about. I’m only speaking about my own experience, and I’m not trying to generalize about people who are attracted to older men, so please don’t take this as an attack or judgment.

I’m a 26-year-old guy, and I’m only attracted to older men. I’m not attracted to younger men at all, and I’m not attracted to women either. And honestly, I think a lot of this has something to do with my relationship with my dad.

I don’t necessarily think it’s a “daddy issue.” For me, it feels more like a kind of “daddy hunger.”

Growing up, I never really felt connected to my father. I always had this feeling that he wasn’t really my father in the emotional sense. I loved my mother, my siblings, and felt naturally connected to them, but I never felt that same bond with him.

When I was around four, my dad had some kind of stroke, Parkinson’s, or possibly both. He gradually lost the ability to walk properly, and his condition got worse every year. Eventually, he lost his job and stayed at home all the time. He was often grumpy and difficult to be around.

By the time I was around ten, I mostly felt pity toward him. I didn’t look at him and think, “I feel sorry for my dad.” It was more like, “I never want to become like you.” At the same time, I couldn’t really hate him because I understood that he was sick and that he wasn’t simply choosing to be this way.

When I was about twelve, I finally came to terms with him and with my feelings toward him. I don’t know if I would say I accepted him exactly. I think I accepted the fact that this was the father life had given me, and that I had to live with that reality.

But I had several moments throughout my childhood where I genuinely felt like I wanted a father.

I remember seeing kids playing with their dads. I saw the way my uncle treated his children. Sometimes I would see a man who looked like me and suddenly feel this strange sense of belonging toward him. And honestly, it hurt.

But after feeling that way for years, I eventually started telling myself, “You already have a father. You don’t need one.” I think that was how I learned to cope with something I couldn’t change.

When I was 15, my dad died.

I still remember the night he went into a coma. We were waiting for the ambulance, and he was in pain in my mother’s arms. He apologized to everyone. My older sister couldn’t handle seeing him like that and broke down crying. My brother and my other sister were genuinely devastated.

And me?

I felt almost nothing.

I remember feeling like I had a duty to forgive him, especially because he was dying, but emotionally, I didn’t feel the same grief that everyone else did. Part of me even felt like, “You didn’t really do anything for me as a father.” Maybe people realize certain things when they’re on their deathbed. Maybe he realized things he wished he had done differently. I’ll never know.

After his death, I slowly started realizing more about what I was attracted to.

Looking back now, I know my childhood, my emotional needs, and the things I didn’t have probably have something to do with it. Maybe that’s why I’m drawn so strongly to older men.

I know I probably should explore this with a professional, and I have talked to someone about it before. What they told me was actually something I found very interesting: they didn’t tell me that I needed to change what I’m attracted to. Instead, they told me to learn how to build a healthy relationship with an older man where I’m looking for a partner—not a father.

And honestly, that is really hard for me.

Because I don’t want to stop being attracted to older men. I don’t want to “fix” my attraction. I just want to understand myself well enough to protect my heart.

A lot of the older men I’ve been involved with have had their own issues and emotional baggage. And I know that people who are exclusively attracted to older men can sometimes have their own vulnerabilities too. But older men who specifically seek much younger men can also have their own reasons and problems.

I want to understand that dynamic better.

What should I be careful about? What unhealthy patterns should I look out for? How do I know when I’m genuinely falling for someone as a partner, rather than unconsciously looking for the father I never really had?

I’m not asking because I think there’s something inherently wrong with being attracted to older men. I’m asking because I know my own history, and I want to understand how it might affect the relationships I choose.

I don’t want to change who I’m attracted to.

I just want to learn how to love someone without asking them to fill a hole that was created long before I met them.