Have you considered therapy? Many people would benefit from it.

Yesterday, I looked at some photos that a world-renowned photographer had taken of me in April.

How we met and fucked is an entire story itself.

However, I want to mention that after he'd satisfied his immense hunger for a young man's ass, he invited me to go to his mansion every Sunday.

"I have a large stable with racing horses. We can ride together, and I'll prepare lunch for you when we return. Then, you can ride my cock."

I was surprised by his offer to go to his estate and ride his cock but not by the idea of riding together since he'd shown me photos of him horse-riding.

I don't believe in exploiting animals, and that includes horse-riding.

I was a mistress of an older married man before.

However, I don't believe Felix would like the idea 😱

That's the last photo.

However, he did call to wish me a Shana Tova (happy new year) three weeks ago.

Those photos remind me of so many incredible memories from a glorious beach season. There were numerous terrific fucks, new uncut monsters, colorful sunsets, exciting people, wild encounters, and many surprises (mostly good!)

Yesterday, after Josh came in my mouth (following Dan's shooting cum all over my face), I returned to my spot.

I was lightly stoned and horny because I hadn't emptied my balls.

However, at that time, I still didn't know that Sharon was his name.

Sharon and I have been beach friends since 2015. He's a super friendly guy in his 40s. He's a top but, although his cock is hairy and large, we've never fucked.

I would gladly let him breed me. However, since he's never complimented my ass, I assume he's not interested in fucking me.

We always hug and chat for a few minutes. However, yesterday, I made our conversation a bit more personal.

After hugging him (and feeling his sweet cock pressed to mine), I told him that I had something to say to him.

"Oh no! What's wrong?"

We were sitting naked on the sand, and he looked at me, worried.

"Sure, go on."

"Well, it's embarrassing, but I don't know your name."

He laughed because he hadn't a clue what my name was either.

After we got to know each other properly, nothing changed regarding Sharon's lack of interest in my hole. However, for the first time, our chat wasn't about the beauty of uncut cocks or how enjoyable anal sex is.

"I'm a top and always practice unemotional sex. I see a fuckable ass that I want, fuck it, breed it, and immediately leave."

I was somewhat happy to hear that because I never allow a man to feel and fill my hole without feelings.

Although I had wondered whether he thought my ass wasn't fuckable.

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked since his tone suggested that it was.

"It's terrible! I don't want to get attached to anyone. I might lose my freedom. I like to have sex whenever and with whom I want. I like to come to the beach alone."

"I'm in a relationship, and you've just described how things are between my boyfriend and me," I told him.

I laughed: "My ass gets fucked too often by others to hide it from him."

It was the first time Sharon had complimented my ass since I'd known him!

"Before telling you what I think about your circumstances, I want to clarify something. My boyfriend doesn't 'let others' fuck my 'hot ass.' It's my ass, and I'm the only one who decides who gets to fuck and breed it."

Sharon was surprised as what I'd said.

"So your boyfriend is like any other top that wants your hole?" he asked.

"Not at all! If he wants my ass, he gets priority over others. Last night, for example, I'd already arranged a sex date with one of my fuck buddies. However, I canceled my plans because he demanded my cum hole."

I showed Sharon the photo of Felix's cock from the previous night.

...But what do you think about my situation?"

"Are you going to miss a chance to love and be loved just because of that fear?" I asked.

"Yes! I want nothing to change with the way things are right now. I'm happy with my life."

I told Sharon that perhaps it would be a good thing to undergo therapy to understand where his fear is coming from. He said he has neither the time nor energy to do that.

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One of my best friends has been having therapy for many years. His personal growth, thanks to it, is remarkable.

Felix told me that after he'd broken up with his first Israeli boyfriend (the reason he'd moved to Israel in the first place, he'd gone through two years of therapy to understand what to do next with his life.

I'm happy that one of his resolutions was to stay in Israel!

Since that horrible afternoon, I can't stand it when others touch my cock.

There was very little light in my life back then.

To make matters worse, the neurologist told me that there was a 25% chance that in the next five years, I'd have a recurrence, possibly making me nearly 100% disabled.

I spent a lot of time outdoors, in the woods, naked.

Therefore, I ask whoever I'm hiking with to satisfy their demand. Here's a photo a friend took a month after my brain injury.

You can see the despair and fear in my eyes and my faked smile.

Compare it to a more recent photo.

His name is Shane, and he could benefit significantly from therapy.

...mostly because we both liked sex with older guys.

Shane was my age and very attractive!

His upper body was smooth, but everything from the waist down was a beautiful furry jungle.

Nowadays, he's hairy all over, but I imagine that his cock is still impressive.

Every other Friday, we went to a party called "Big Boys." As the name implies, it was a dance party for guys 40 or older and their admirers.

He used to beautifully compliment my cum hole before, during, and after kissing, spanking, fingering, licking, and finally fucking it.

Of course, it wasn't a cum hole back then, just a fuck hole.

Shane was jealous of my smooth hole and ass because he wanted to appear more boyish to older men.

Because of that, before we went out, I used to perfectly shave his ass and fuck hole. It was odd because he was mostly a top.

After his hole and ass were perfectly smooth like mine, I used to apply a moisturizer and seal the shaving ceremony by licking and kissing his button-like tight anus.

Shane was always the focus of attention on the "Big Boys" dance floor because he immediately took his shirt off, began dancing and jumping, and appeared so young, happy, and full of life.

I had to have a few drinks before I felt comfortable enough.

After the party was over, we usually joined an older couple and continued partying (read: fucking).

We generally returned to his tiny Tel Aviv apartment in the morning, slept till the afternoon, and then showered together.

Shane was so hairy that his ass fur was already noticeable the next morning.

That's why I keep telling young hairy bottoms it's pointless to shave their ass.

He was a Canadian tourist in his late 40s and very handsome. They fell in love, and Shane moved to Canada to live with him.

I felt betrayed because he completely forgot about me after falling in love.

I lost interest in the Big Boys party for a long time because every time I went there, it wasn't the same without him.

He told me that his lover had abused him sexually, physically, and mentally. He sometimes locked him indoors for days, warning him that he'd report him as an illegal immigrant unless Shane obeyed his wishes.

Every time Shane needed money (he couldn't work legally), that creep forced him to do things for him (I didn't ask what exactly).

I don't know the whole story, but eventually, Shane managed to leave that bastard and remained in Canada.

However, at first, I was overjoyed!

He was like an empty shell devoid of feelings or personality.

He barely smiled, and the only time I saw a spark in his big eyes was when he caressed my ass cheeks and felt my cum hole.

He did it twice, saying, "Oh, Theon, that beautiful smooth ass and hole."

Shane is a broken soul, and because I know what a beautiful heart he has, it was so painful to see him like that.

He should seek professional help because he's still so young. Otherwise, what will happen to him?

I pray that he will recover and find true love.

I'm different from that young man who used to drink Vodka while shaving Shane's hole and later passing out from over-drinking and fucking.

However, the following blog follower told me a most beautiful story about reuniting with a former lover:

"Thank you for your thoughtful recent blog post on male aging.

I had an interesting experience recently with a former lover. We just met up after not seeing each other in about 30 years, and he stayed over when in town for a business conference. His penis had shrunk a bit, his body hair had become gray, and he had put on considerable weight. I was not sure if our passion would be the same. However, as I discovered that night, the spark that we had 30 years ago, and our passion in bed was still the same if not better! Even though our bodies had aged, our passion had remained the same."

What an inspiring story!

I also receive many questions. The most common are:

Sadly, there are a lot of people who aren't happy with their life!

Therefore if you feel like this guy, I suggest you seek professional help.

I'm a straightforward, happy bottom who finds joy and pleasure in the simplest things, such as a healthy vegan meal with my boyfriend, spending a quiet evening with friends, dancing all night, and having my ass full of cum.

Nevertheless, sometimes, when I fear for my future, I feel very lonely.

The angel's name is Felix.

He's my boyfriend and my true love.

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