Look for some advice..

[bobertg]

Thanks for taking the time to read my message. I am 28 years old and gay and I am currently dating another man, but we are taking things slowly. I have never had any sexual attraction to women, but last year I watched an amateur BBC cuckold video that caught my attention. The husband filmed his wife with a BBC bull, and I'm not really into much else anymore (as far as porn and what gets me going). My ex made me fall in love with bbc, and we're still friends. He recently got me into chastity. Is it normal that my fantasies involve being a straight cuck? I appreciate any and all feedback.

 

[adu1tswim]

I think, "Is it normal" is probably the wrong question. It's all just sexual kinks, so not really useful or helpful to label something you enjoy as abnormal. Would that mean you should stop enjoying it? I mean, I guess if you're kink was particularly harmful to your life or other people, then you could want to stop it. But it sounds like you are enjoying this idea that your wife is fucking hung BBC and you get to watch, help suck and maybe offer up your ass after? Sounds hot to me!

 

[adu1tswim]

For instance, probably most of the non-BBC guys on here are bi or bi-curious and into watching their wives or other women get plowed by BBC. So that's not very different from being gay and into the same thing, right?

 

[michael87]

For instance, probably most of the non-BBC guys on here are bi or bi-curious and into watching their wives or other women get plowed by BBC. So that's not very different from being gay and into the same thing, right?

True, it’s not very different from being gay, whatever you think the word means. But in my case it’s different enough.

Let me explain:

As my many longer posts here describe, I’m bisexual, as is my beautiful young black buddy and long-term lover.

I’m also an ardent voyeur and get off big-time from watching him fucking my wife to Sex Heaven.

The knockout visuo-erotic impact of that for me has its roots in the awesome beauty—yes Beauty—of their amazing young bodies lovingly, gloriously gracefully and finally vigorously interthrusting beside me on our bed.

It’s the breathtaking beauty of their couplings that enthrals me and gets me off, usually way more convulsively and explosively than any other sexual activity I engage in. In that scenario it’s the transcendent beauty of my splendid young buddy’s body in action that especially arouses me and ultimately triggers my orgasms.

If that makes me “gay” by your definition then I’m all for it and will wear the label with pride.

But in saying that, I point out that legions of highly respected and accredited sexologists, psychiatrists and anthropologists—including Sigmund Freud, William Masters and Virginia Johnson—recognise that for us humans, both male and female, the object and strength and power of our libidinal attachments depend pretty much wholly on the socio-sexual scenario we are in at the time of our seeking mutual sexual recognition, and especially pleasure.

The outworking of our libidos is alway situational and naturally opportunistic, unless one is so frozen and fearful and incapable of true and loving sexual expression, through irrational fears and/or adherence to non-sensical futile taboos, that one is able to be categorised as psychosexually fucked in the head or frankly frigid.

Putting it more simply, every sexually healthy person is able and inclined to be attracted to a person he or she finds beautiful and commensurately sexually desirable irrespective of that person’s gender. Accordingly, each and every one of us is bisexual and therefore to a greater or lesser extent homosexual, be that latently or actively.

My identication and eventual acceptance of my homosexual side in my early twenties was very, almost agonisingly, hard-won. But when admitted it opened my eyes and sex-addled mind and body to many beautiful realities which I have continued to indulge and to unashamedly enjoy to my very hilt right up to this very day.

Well cared-for human bodies, especially younger ones at their physical best, are extremely beautiful, as every naturally explorative adolescent male and female comes to discover all by themselves when masturbating.

Sure, it’s possible to fool oneself that the face and body of a handsome member of one’s own gender aren’t arousingly beautiful when deep down one knows that they are.

But how fucked-up and self-denying is that? I would say Horribly.