Daddy, what would you tell a boy wanting to be your son's and yours younger brother/son?

That’s a loaded question. I guess the first thing I would say on this is that a boy will seldom realize he’s ‘being interviewed’ for such a thing but that there are some ‘test prep homework’ pieces he could read to get a good idea of what that means.

The first is what I ‘expect’ from a boy. To that end here are a few pieces about my ‘kind of boy’. The first is about his ‘physical’ form.
http://dirtydaddythings.tumblr.com/post/137055306527/daddys-taste-in-boys
The second is about his personality.
http://dirtydaddythings.tumblr.com/post/134068606827/what-kind-of-boy-does-daddy-like
The third is a frequently asked question (a series of them) addressed all at once: how do I feel about ‘different’ kinds of boys.
http://dirtydaddythings.tumblr.com/post/147891033987/would-daddy-fuck-a-brown-boy
The last is about what I want him to know about what I find most attractive and how to tell if I’m ‘interested’.
http://dirtydaddythings.tumblr.com/post/136459052452/a-real-boy

These next ones are what a boy should know about me as both person and as a Daddy.
The first is how I became the Daddy I am today. http://dirtydaddythings.tumblr.com/post/147942968492/how-i-became-the-daddy-i-am-today
The second is a peek behind the curtain to my personality. http://dirtydaddythings.tumblr.com/post/147943679922/id-give-anything-to-be-your-boy
The third is ‘my Daddy’ style. This one touches on my philosophy and how I use the ‘power of being a Daddy’.
http://dirtydaddythings.tumblr.com/post/148242225902/youve-mentioned-before-that-you-like-to-think-of
This one is about my reasons for being a “Daddy” and not just an ‘older Daddy’ type.
http://dirtydaddythings.tumblr.com/post/134524235842/why-am-i-a-daddy
The last one is what I want you to understand about what being Daddy means for both of us as Daddy and his boy.

http://dirtydaddythings.tumblr.com/post/139061453597/the-myth-of-daddy

The last essays (I swear) are about what it means to be three.

The first talks about how my boy and I came to realize that there was a space in our lives that wasn’t empty, but was waiting for the right boy to come along and join our lives.
http://dirtydaddythings.tumblr.com/post/131413448487/i-apologize-in-advance-this-is-another-very-long

The last is what you could call a ‘mission’ statement. It’s an open letter to the boy ‘to be’ who is out there in the world and may not yet realize I’ve been talking about him in my posts.
http://dirtydaddythings.tumblr.com/post/137526059877/a-letter-to-the-boy-to-be

It’s a lot of work I know but it’s the strangest paradox, this potential. It’s complicated as hell but its the most simple thing of all. The challenge is in putting aside the ‘pressure’ to rush into things. It wouldn’t be possible to just hop into being my boy. It takes time, dedication and a ton of persistence. To consider the option of joining us requires of the new boy a level of courage that will strain his endurance because desire to be ‘home’ can be devastating when that time hasn’t come yet.

I’ve been down the road of looking at a boy with the potential to fill that place before and as a result there are a lot of pitfalls and guards in place that filter out mismatches but those things don’t even hinder the right boy. I’ve known one who just sort of sauntered in and made himself at home in my heart. I’ve never encountered anything as easy as feeling like he was ‘the one’. Unfortunately that feeling doesn’t go away even when obstacles come up that we can’t overcome and that means downtime from even thinking about  that possibility.

We aren’t ‘searching’ or ‘looking’ in the common sense. There isn’t a ‘need’ to be filled. It’s nothing more complicated then there being a place prepared should the right boy appear. It may remain empty for the rest of my life and nothing would be lost just as nothing will change the fact that , once we recognized it was so, that place exists as part of who we are.

I think, if I had to ‘condense’ all of this (this is not an excuse to not do your homework young man) into something simple and short it would be like this:

Three equal pieces of the same love. One Daddy, two boys, a trinity in harmony and balance with each other. What I am offering is ‘the other arm’, the one that isn’t currently around my boy at night. We are offering the chance to ‘grow up’ in that kind of environment, to share in what we’ve built.
It could be anyone. It could be no one. It could be you.