Going back to when I was younger I went with my father to visit an uncle who lived in Quito. They drank and talked adult things, I was bored without internet. The only internet was tied to a computer out in the open.
The 2nd day, in the afternoon I left my uncle’s house and went a couple of blocks to a park nearby. I walked around and sat on a hillside. I heard voices and approached and it was two men kissing. One man took his pants off and the other man followed and the first man laid face down and the other man got on top of him and I watched as the man on top fucked him. I wet my pants, I had my first wet o*****. I didn’t leave until after they left.
From then on I when I had wet dreams, I always did so dreaming about those men at the park. I masturbated with my bare b*** out, feeling the air from the overhead fan. I never identified with the man on top doing the f******, always with the man on the bottom.
I’m gay as you figured out, I’m a bottom. I want a man to kiss me, to take my pants off, I want to s*** him and I want him hold me down and f*** me.
