My Dearest John,

I am writing this to tell you how much I love you. Before you came into my life, I never thought it possible that I could love anyone or anything as much as I love you. You are everything I ever hoped for and so much more. Simply stated, you are the love of my life.

The relationship upon which that love is based is one that no person I know would understand and accept. Therefore it must be kept a secret, the most closely held secret in my life. I know it is safe with you.

I love the things we do together. They may be just simple, routine things done in day to day life, but with you they are so very special. I love to sleep with you, holding you close. I love to shower with you, soaping you up just have an excuse to touch you. I love the little evening drives we take, with you on the console next to me. I love our quiet evenings on the sofa watching videos on my laptop, working the mouse with my right hand and caressing you gently with my left.

Then there are those intensely intimate things. I love to seal my lips over your perfect, mushroom shaped head and swirl my tongue all over it like an ice cream cone. Gently lick your frenulum, or rake it oh so gently with my teeth. I love to wet my lips and slide them up and down your shaft like as if it were a harmonica. Cup your perpetually load swollen balls in my hand and savor their fullness and texture. Just writing this is enough to give me an erection that must find relief.

My only regret is that my throat can accommodate no more than half your length.

Remember the first time we frotted? How I made sure that as much of my load as possible coated you all over? For years I had yearned to sample the creamy product of my ejaculation and every time the moment of truth came I would balk. But on that night the sight of it running down your shaft, and the web between my thumb and forefinger exerted the final push I needed. Since that day, my semen has become a finger snack, an exotic 'spice' for certain food items, and a mixer for tea and soft drinks. And I owe it all to you.

And there is one thing more about you that makes me not only love you but adore you. I can open up to you in a way that I cannot with anyone. Reveal to you my weaknesses. My fears. And you just sit there patiently listening, never being judgmental. 

I love you John... Love you, love you, love you.

Ben

P.S. The above was written by a guy... to his seven inch silicone realistic dildo with balls and a suction cup...