CLE boy.
There is a boy who found my profile on manscat in 2005. This boy, who I refer to as “CLE boy,” because he lives in Cleveland, is an amazingly submissive boy. The most important thing to me about sub boys is the head—either they get it or they don’t. And if they get it, it’s a matter of how well they understand, and to what extent they really embrace it. This boy gets it. This boy knows his place, which is low—very, very low. CLE boy understands that it is not his right to refuse a superior man. Period. This is not to say that there have not been moments when he has frustrated me, because there certainly have been those. But over time he has become more and more what I want him to be.
Upon first contact, CLE boy expressed a desire to worship me, eat my shit, spit, piss, cum, etc. He was essentially interested in anything that comes out of my body. We all have our preferences and kinks, and I readily admit that I have limits. I don’t get the snot, vomit, nail clipping eating thing. That kind of repulses me. Cum, piss, and shit I get. I readily give those things, and get off on it. Other body products, not so much. But I did not hold his desires against him, and of course, I did not contemplate providing anything to him that I didn’t want to give him. A boy can wish and want anything, but I will give him what I want him to have, what he needs.
One of the things that CLE boy wanted was to worship my body with his tongue. He perceived me to be a superior man to whom he could submit. he was in touch with the right feelings about me, since I am superior to this lowly pig of a boy. While he didn’t come right out and say it, the boy was and is a masochist. I love that quality in a boy. A boy’s pain, whether physical, mental, or spiritual, is a turnon for me, so that was a big plus with the CLE boy. There were several elements here that made this boy a “person of interest” to me. In terms of his appearance, he was average. he is definitely “okay” looking, but that is not what I found interesting. What was interesting was what this boy had in his head, and in his heart. But wait, there’s more.
This boy had a very dark desire in his heart. It’s perverse, yet arousing. It represents a very permanent and inescapable form of submission, and prior to my communication with the CLE boy, I had not known anyone personally who shared his desire. While CLE boy did not come right out and say it, and even though he had not decided to go down this path yet, he was, in fact, a bug chaser. He may not have been fully aware of this, but it became clear very quickly that this idea aroused him, haunted him. But at the same time, he seemed fearful of it, and reluctant to pursue it.
As I said, I had not previously communicated with anyone who had these ideations. So when CLE boy put this topic on the table, it seemed to come out of left field, and at first I didn’t really take him seriously. I am well acquainted with men who get off on talking about fetishes and desires they would never act upon. I used to be a heavy user of 900 numbers in the 1980s, and was quite good at telephonic role play. For anyone who is not sure what “900 numbers” are, it’s a number that charges by the minute to your phone bill. I assume that they still exist, even though I don’t call them or use them anymore. On a good night, I would get off probably 10-20 guys across the country, and get off a couple of times myself. The point is that I just thought CLE boy was talking out of his ass, so to say. Men, boys can say anything and not mean it, if it gets them off. When I first “met” CLE boy, I assumed he was just talking.
Regardless of CLE boy’s supposed dark desire, we stayed in communication and he professed his worship for me and desire to serve me—frequently. Funny I should mention 900 numbers, because in contrast to some “Internet” boys, CLE boy was a fan of the phone conversation. Conversation—it’s almost a forgotten art in this age of text-everything. So his requests for a few minutes of time on the phone with me were unexpected. At first I hesitated, because it seems a bit intrusive, a little too personal, and time consuming. But then, on the plus side, I can get away with talking while driving much more easily than texting while driving. Ironically, today I text while driving far more than I ever talk while driving. I try to limit myself to texting while at red lights, but truth be known, I’m a fan of texting while stuck in heavy traffic on the expressway, moving at low speed, steering with my knees. As I have acknowledged, I am all about connection with other men—intense, erotic, intellectual and sexual connection with men who share my passion for it. Bright men make me hard. There are pretty boys, and smart boys, and sometimes a boy is both. CLE boy is definitely smart, and lives in his head, like I do.