I’ve recently engaged in sexual healing myself. For some time I’ve been talking to this man online. 47 years old, married to a woman. A woman who doesn’t love him, lives off of him as a non working housewife. She doesn’t like to clean, she doesn’t like to cook, she doesn’t like to do anything other than sit around all day playing CandyCrush and watch Netflix. When their 2 kids were younger, she never liked to get them from daycare. All these duties befell her husband, alongside working to provide for his family. This hero of a man, let’s call him ”Joe”, was all but spent in body and soul. Exhausted, exploited, unloved, sexually frustrated. And so, we started talking on a gay hookup app, the same way I always meet new men. The stories he tells me comes from the place beyond grief and despair – from the place of disillusion and apathy. So, long story short, we decided to meet. And talk. I went to his home at the opportune moment when his wife and kids were out of town for the weekend. When I first saw him, I was amazed at how he looked about 15 years younger than his age, or picture. Insanely handsome, without knowing it. Usually it’s the opposite. But there was that sense of sadness and extreme fatigue in his eyes. The kind you see in someone who truly thinks they don’t deserve any better than what they currently have. He tells me more anecdotes from his day-to-day life, and how he doesn’t really know what he is doing with me or why he made an account on a gay hookup app.
But we know. Everyone who reads this site, this shrine of Masculinity knows. This man was a broken hero, and I was determined to treat him as such. As he’s talking I drew closer to him. He smiled awkwardly and said he wasn’t sure if this felt right. I said he didn’t have to do a thing, and then I opened his pants. His cock was hard, sweaty and thick. I sucked it several times that night. Over and over until Joe simply couldn’t get hard anymore. I must have swallowed a pint of his seed. He never touched my cock, but I took care of that myself. Spewed several loads while he Joe watched. That’s the only detail I’m gonna go into. This is not meant to be sex story. This is about helping out a hero. Someone who had felt unappreciated for years and years. When I left Joe (at around 3 in the morning), he was changed. He glowed. His eyes radiated a new lease on life, gratitude, and happiness. It really made my week, and I felt privileged to have aided him in his needs. Before I left we hugged and he said ”Thank you for listening to me whine and… for all the rest. Damn I needed that. I told him softly (inspired by this site) ”You’re a god, Joe. Don’t ever forget that. Thank you for sharing your life and your body with me.” He the held me even tighter. Then I left. We might see each other again at the next opportunity, although it will probably be quite a while. There are so many amazing dudes out there who go through life unappreciated. If you get the chance to heal someone with sex, make sure you take it! My god, it takes so little to restore someone’s hope and belief in themselves. It’s also pleasurable for oneself for sure, but it’s also becomes different when you go into it with the mindset to heal. Suck a men’s cocks, guys. Suck a lot of them. Ben
Inspirational.
We need more sex workers like you who help heal men with these issues.
If more “straight” men would simply open up and relax they would see a whole new world before them. Of caring Homosexuals who know how to properly make them feel wanted and loved.
As Homosexuals we know how to make a man erect and suck his cock to orgasm, drinking his sperm in loving acceptance. This act of love brings all men together.
I love my husband and know he loves me. We enjoy each other’s company, but our sex life has been non existent for years. I sought outside encounters. Presumably he sought outlets but he simply doesn’t have as potent interest in sex. However, after his recent surgery I reinitiated sex after years of avoiding, but it was unsatisfactory. He loves holding my hand while watching tv. But sex is quietly ignored. I want sex, but I merely chat on sex hook up sites. I am afraid that as 80 I’m too old to have anonymous or Nsa sex encounters.
Thank You Preppydadps
Preppydadps, never under estimate sex, Age has nothing to do with it, I am 88 and still fucking love anonymous sex encounters especially. A Glory Hole is the perfect example, Just thinking about finding a Glory Hole or seeing a pic of one with a Cock in it waiting for a hot throat makes me horny .
As a part time sex worker years ago, I provided full body erotic massage for men. Over time, I found that many of my clients had a much deeper reason to see me than just getting their rocks off. So many of my clients became repeats and as our familiarity grew, they began to speak of the pain and damage in their lives. They were men who felt alone, unloved, unappreciated and broken, and the majority were straight identified. We would enter into long conversations about these issues and their feelings about themselves and ways in which they might resolve them. We did this either before or after the actual massage as I didn’t want to diminish the full effect of the tenderness I tried to convey with each caress of his body. I had 10 years of working in an active care psychiatric unit to draw from, so I was able to maximize my listening skills. Thus, I am in full agreement with the sentiments stated in this post. If anything, I find more men than ever carry these invisible wounds with them throughout their lives.
I love the physicality of man sex, the reasons are endless. But this story reminds me that the most intimate moments with a man, are often in the service of helping them recover who they are, lost beneath the layers of responsibility and stressors. They are never truly lost, just a little tender love and effort can make them new again.
Lovely and agreed
It is happening to me too!!! 🙁
This happed to me while in a Gay relationship of 20 years! I am sure someone will make me out the be the bad guy!
Heads-Up! This is not just about BI Men!!! Sometimes good Gay Men get into this same shit-storm of under appreciation!
Unlike the guy in your story…I got the fuck out!
Acutally, considering crossing the tracks back to women again!
Oh don’t!
A good man is hard to find and a hard man is good to find.
We have so much more to give each other than you get from women.
I so long to have that kind of physical intimacy without the expectation of forming a relationship! Earlier in my life I had a delightful fuck buddy and I’m so grateful for the memories we created…but life and job pressures caused me to move away.
Ben – You gave him some self worth.
You’re an angel of cock.
❤️