Alaric

Speaking of bugs, I once caught an infestation of crabs. He was a married doctor.

I get on well with Viagra 50mg, but I found that Cialis made my thigh muscles ache for some reason.

My parents had taken on a lodger in our house, to raise some funds,  he pointed out my first pube to me, I think I was 12.

3 hours ago, Teeslad70 said:

The sun definitely brings people out to play. I was fucked hard over a car bonnet this afternoon by a guy in his 40s. Seemed very exposed which just made it more exciting.

I think I'm past the point of counting how many cocks I've had up my arse. I know it's not that many, but it still feels like a lot to me.

Am I a whore yet?

You really should  take the advice from others to get on prep and routine testing. I look really healthy, but having a woodland meet with me might see you getting a tattoo. You're throwing the dice every time, one day it'll come up double-six.

Maybe interested in the group, but not whatsapp.

I used to have a paid subscription with BBRTS until they started messing around with VPN blocks. Their choice, mine also. I no longer pay as its scope of candidates is poor nowadays.

First time was with a condom, and apart from a couple of twinges not painful. It was in a private room in a sauna where I'd gone for just give/take BJ's. The anon guy said I should try fucking, I didn't measure but I suppose he was about five inches. The biggest shock was the coldness  of the glob of lube against my anus.. 

It feels so much better bare. Just let me just slip the head in, I won't go any deeper unless you ask me.

In a grotty council flat (Project Apartment?) I'd arranged the meet on a gaydar app and followed the directions given. On the third floor with a broken door, boarded window. There were three youths about 14 y/o hanging around in the corridor outside who made it obvious they knew why I was there. Just as bad inside with syringes, druggie baggies  strewn around. The guy matched his profile and I left with his load in me. I'd diverted to there coming home from the office. I was still in my business suit!

Becoming Poz is a bit like Retail Therapy. You just know you need to get something, but once you have it, it becomes routine, unless you share with someone else.

@belperboy

Seaman Joe is going to get his cabinboy award.

I was 12, after my 15 y/o brother visited my bedroom whilst our parents were out shopping one saturday morning. I was in bed in pyjamas and he stood by the bed and commenced wanking. He was getting close, but we heard dad's pull up on the drive so he hurriedly zipped up and left. The following night I experimented alone in bed and soaked my belly. 

After being the receptacle to a couple of horny tops I find it advisable to remove the plug and drain out before hopping into bed for the night next to the missus.

I had my first overtly sexual encounter when I was 10. We lived in the countryside and had farmers' kids as friends. So the process of sex between animals was no surprise. I was fishing in the local brook about a mile from the village when the local paedophile turned up and wanted to chat. All of us local kids knew about him and what might happen. Sure enough soon after him arriving  his hand was up the leg of my shorts. I enjoyed the physical feelings but nothing much more happened on that day.  I was a nasty youngster and as a result actually blackmailed him for money. A small amount, but I didn't know he was unemployed and that even small change was a problem for him. After that he kept away from me and I still feel guilty about how I treated him.

Then when I was 12, we had a lodger living in our large family home. He was a "batchelor" aged about 45. He encouraged me to go fishing with him at a local exclusive fishing lake and I agreed. I had a pretty good idea about the type of eels that he was interested in with me. So we made arrangements to travel the 10 miles on his motorbike with me as the pillion passenger to this lake. I was looking forward to letting him have full access. Sadly, along the way he chickened out and made a feeble excuse before turning us homeward.  What I didn't discover until many years later was that he was regularly shagging one of my older (15 years) brothers at the time.

Apart from those incidents, I didn't start my full sex life until I was 20.

I was being fucked bareback by a 'skinny' top in our bed during the day when my wife phoned my mobile saying she was on her way home from work and was about 20 minutes away. He completed the job and seeded me with a big load.. In the rush he knocked an uncapped new bottle of poppers over on the bed spilling the contents.  It was a bit awkward dealing with that!

I was working alone in my orchard, which I'd first cleared the land of thornbush before planting fruit trees. Hard but rewarding work. One evening I was approached by a woman in her late 40s. She'd seen me working there several times, and she wondered if her son could come and volunteer to help in the orchard. It was as part of a public service award scheme. After some questions I decided it was a possibility and agreed to a trial period. Two days later the lady arrived with her son in tow. He was a good looking young man, slim with a great smile. My gaydar was firing. She hung around during the first session which I devoted to safety training. During subsequent sessions he was unaccompanied and at that time of the year with the surrounding woodland we'd be undisturbed. I discovered that in two weeks he'd turn 16 (the legal age of consent).  He was wearing shorts, boots and a tee shirt. I resisted temptation that evening and for the next four years, though I've little doubt he was interested in experimenting.

Since then after leaving school, he's been to university, and has started his career in media. We remain great friends, and he has a boyfriend.

The point I want to make is that, I gained much more by watching, and helping, him develop into an adult. If the relationship had turned sexual I doubt it would have lasted long.

A pity, only just read this thread. Too late.

Gardener

My favourite: [think before following links] https://xhamster.com/videos/39-pulsating-cocks-xhIoPjM

So hot, had me leaking in my pants in the office.

When laying in a sling in a "public" place, if you're approached by a top you don't fancy, just say: " I need a break, would you mind loosening the bindings on my wrists and ankles?"   ;-)

I was in bed off work with a migraine, My wife was at work and my son was back from his first year of university. I'm always naked in bed. As I lay there my son came into my bedroom dressed in his pyjama bottoms and a teeshirt. He climbed into bed with me and lay where my wife usually lays. Nothing was said by either of us, I wasn't sure what was going on. I wasn't Out to my family.

After what seemed like five minutes his hand slid over and rested on my groin. I soon forgot about my headache after that as things took their natural course. Sadly it was a one off, but I think we both enjoyed it.

That brings back travel memories. The tricky bit is remembering how I got back to the hotel afterwards, then waking in the morning with a towel under me in the hotel bed.

"I'm out celebrating my lottery win."