For three years, I’ve been living on my own. No rules. No commitments. No responsibilities.I had it good.Then, my stepbrother arrived and I was asked (well, more like forced) to share my apartment with him.That sucked!

This is a gay ddlb story proceed at your own risk if you don’t like this kind of thing just don’t read it. He showed me a world that I never knew existed in an attempt to reveal a side of me that needed to come out...A world where diapers were a statement of courage...A world where formula milk was a declaration of identity...A world where pacifiers were an announcement of pride...A world where toys were means of control...My fascination for him intensified into an obsession, my need for his touch escalated into an addiction. I wish I could just accept who I am. I wish I could just accept what I feel for him. I wish I could just call off my wedding and ride off into the sunset with the man who has shown me that there’s so much more to my life than what I’ve grown to know.