- Jun 12, 2014
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Dude, that is some funny schitt!"...Thus began my whirlwind romance with this man. I, not much more than a naive and eager farm boy - a willing and attentive student of love. He, a worldly, wise, and passionate mentor. Recognizing how fragile his student was, he was gentle at first, his knowing and tender caresses making me feel safe in his arms. As our passions grew, we explored our own longings, and so, too did he take me to places I never thought could exist between two men. He showed me sensuality I could not have imagined, often leaving me shaking with pleasure and feeling blissfully vulnerable. Over the course of our short and clandestine relationship, I was his willing concubine, eagerly waiting to hear the first step of his wingtip on the stair that would send my heart to fluttering.
I often think of the man I used to call "Proud Poppa" when the gentle, amber hue of autumn casts its warmth on me, stirring up fond memories of football seasons past. He was all-at-once a teacher, a father, a lover, and a friend, and I am so grateful to him for all that he gave me in my journey to manhood."