I saw my first daddy dicks at my father’s club pool, as I was just entering into puberty. I was fascinated then, and remained fascinated. As I grew older, I looked on them with confusion, though. I knew they were alluring, beautiful, fascinating, but I also knew that a good str8 white boy should not even be looking, much less having “thoughts”. Much later, when privately, secretly, a man showed himself to me, an arm’s length away, I knew what I wanted to do, and in a moment I was on my knees sucking. When I went outside later the world had changed, and I was ecstatic, and the next day I met another man, and another. Somewhere along the line, I don’t know if it was the 5th or the 15th or the 50th cock I cradled in my hands and placed in my mouth, I realized this was how it was from the beginning, and how it is meant to be. Thank you for these beautiful pictures; they stir me in ways nothing else does. – Jack M
Similar experiences here at the YMCA when my dad would take me for swimming lessons and working out. Those beautiful adult cocks were mesmerizing and the unashamed nudity and masculine energy that permeated the locker room and pool were intoxicating. And yes…the first time a dick entered my mouth everything fell into place in my head and it felt like I had returned to the source. Wesley
Love being nude