#gay textpost
What’s the dumbest thing you’ve done for love?
I walked into a store with a medium-sized, freshly caught fish that was still wriggling in my hand and I paid for a bucket to put the fish into while my boyfriend waited outside because he forgot to bring a mask and a bucket.
ruffle my hair and pat my head, tell me i’m such a good boy. i’ll simply melt.
i often dream of my boyfriend helping me take my testosterone shots, he’ll hold my hand and stand right behind me and help guide me, kissing the top of my head softly and telling me he’s so proud and that i’m doing so good, it’ll be all done and i’m just in love more and more with this man.
go ahead and squish my tummy and cheeks and make me feel so blazed in a heated blush as all you do is admire your sweet, little boy who is becoming putty in your hands.
yeah… i could lay on my tummy… and it could be an open invitation for your to lay or be right on top of me..and you can have your way however you want.
kiss me passionately before you go, kiss me like it’s the last, your hands wandering and gripping onto my frame as to never let me out of your grasp, small tears streaming down our face, it’s a bittersweet goodbye knowing this could be the last time we can phsically give affection until then, i love you so much my sweet, my dearest. never let go of me.
eating strawberries with your lover, sharing the sweet flavor with small kisses in between eating, light amounts of sugar being placed on top of the strawberries, your lover telling you that you are just as sweet as these strawberries. their little strawberry boy.
oh, for a man to trace his thumb and rub at my healed scars softly. those that represent hardship and pain, those that represent my battles upon myself only and others, and those of gender affirming surgery upon my chest. for him to kiss at and make me giggle and feel like i’m complete and loved fully. for him to tell me he loves me. a flushed heat rising in my face as i just wish for more and more.
Feeling cool moss against my fingers. Collecting rocks from the river. Pushing you in just for fun and laughing together, eventually you pull me in too. We’re laughing and giggling and sharing occassional kisses upon lips and cheeks. God, I love you so much.
