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  1. On 1/8/2023 at 2:34 PM, Bimarried001 said:

    As a married man who crossed that road I can tell you that you would be playing with danger. 
    First off, relying on guys to pull out is frankly the stupidest thing you can do. So rule that out. 
    If you are still fucking your wife you are almost guarantee to receive and pass on an STD if not HIV. 

    I was in your position and now both me and my wife are poz. 
     

    Bottom line, if you’re married and fuck around raw the risk of passing something to the wife is high. Speaking from experience. In addition to HIV I also passed on STDs to my wife. It’s unavoidable. 

    Out of curiosity, how did your wife take the news of you becoming poz… and also her conversion?

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  2. On 12/18/2022 at 11:33 PM, 1hornyjohn said:

    Went once this summer just gone on hot sunny day. Spent the day there..not overnight camping.

    Stripped off and wandered about. Got a few fucks and a couple of loads. Lovely fuck in sling on old bus by very sexy top with lovely cock with PA

     Made me cum bucketloads as he fucked my hole.

    I hadn't realised guys could just turn up for the day.... maybe one to try in summer 2023 🙂

  3. On 12/13/2022 at 8:40 PM, rawTOP said:

    These are the members I have on the beta tester list at the moment.

    1. @anoncumdumpsub
    2. @hornyguyindc
    3. @Boinxdoor19
    4. @JimInWisc
    5. @EricX
    6. @PG1961Canada
    7. @phukhole
    8. @Blake
    9. @ricohio
    10. @thejadoman

    (plus the moderators)

    Let me know if you think your name should be on that list and I've messed something up.

    @Rawtop

    I'm not IT skilled, but happy to be a tester, or even just someone to bounce ideas off from this side of the pond if it would help.

  4. 8 hours ago, AirmaxAndy said:

    Less of a seminal moment but more of a culmination of moments...

    Back when breakdancing was a thing  we'd unroll peices of linoleum at break and lunchtime practice and show off moves. I remember one of the lads who was a better dancer came back from holiday to Florida and had a pair of Nike Hitops ho brought there. He claimed they were the reason he could do various moves so well, so one lunchtime I asked him to let me have a try, so I laced on his hitops and unexpecedly, it made me feel so good wearing them.   That I think was the initiating moment. 

    I also have incredibly focused intense friendships - probably a autistic spectrum thing - they were innocent - not at all sexual and I think that was also the beginning of the path for me.

    Time passed and  I recall in my mid to late teens I was pushed to go to baptist church sunday school and the teenage 'christian endeavour' group.  The way the group worked was everyone took turn to organise an evening's discussion, sutdies, or activities.  One particular evening was organised by one of the lads who was in my year at 6th Form - he was one of those boys who was just good at everything they did - I think he was even Head Boy.  I recall the evening was a discussion on avoiding teenage temptations - and started as a lecture in abstinance,  but then rather quickly he started going on about the sins of being gay and delivered that part of the lecture staring right at me, spewing all kinds of vitriol.  Everything fell into place for me at that moment.  Hidden feelings, desires, internal conflicts all popped into focus and made sense. Somehow he'd seen through me and I knew what I hadn't figured out yet... and I guessed I'd been sussed out at that point. I never went back figuring I wasn't welcome. Since I was 18 at the time I was soon to leave to go to University, so my disappearance went almost unnoticed. Looking back, I wonder if part of the reason he sussed me so easily was because he saw a reflection of something he recongnised in himself? 

    In parallel to this I was at an all-boys grammar school. It wasn't what you might expect - back in the late 80's early 90's it was a very hostile place to be openly gay. I am not aware anyone was, at the time.  There was no support, and people generally supported Thatcher's Section 28. I rememeber we had someone come in to talk to us about HIV/AIDS from Terrance Higgins Trust and he got booed and jeered so much they abandoned it. Looking back a there were five of us that were friends - none of us were open about who we were or what we might feel but it turns out that in later life we all had something in common we didn't realise. The first I bumped into in Balans Soho. He was a waiter there.  Others popped up over the years on gaydar.co.uk when that was a thing, and others I've met up at reunions and even job interviews. Strange how we all gravitated together but never revealed our true selves to each other.

    Oddly I recall we had someone in our year who was very disruptive - punishment didn't work and he was often exluded.  He didn't really have any friends and wasn't violent towards other students or staff... just attention seeking, destructive and distruptive. They brought a therapist and as part of his therapy, he had to pick three students who he trusted to observe, feedback and help him. The three guys he picked... all of us it turned out were from that group of five. Looking back it really makes me wonder... 

    Grammar School was very competitive academically and in sport - and there was a strong emphasis on Rugby and Gymnastics. I was far from an athlete and much more at home in the computer science and engineering labs. I remember trying to get out of having to do rugby practice or athletics by 'forgetting' my kit.  I figured if you didn't have your kit, you can't play. If you had one of the softer games masters, you'd get sent to the Library. But two out of the three games masters were ex-army and seemd to be sadisic..  Generally their approach was that you had to pick some kit from the lost property box and carry on...  It was likely unwashed, and not quite the right size, so it made you stand out and get picked on.  So this idea of forgetting kit was not great... but it triggered something.  I kinda enjoyed wearing other lad's kit and not knowing who's it was.  The humiliation wasn't that good, but at least for a moment I had people's attention. At the time it was negative but I got a kick out of it somehow. 

    The gamechanger for me was when one of the guys I was in engineering class with and  had a secret crush on had rugby in the morning and offered to lend me his kit for my afternoon rugby session to avoid the humiliation of wearing lost property. I believe it was totally born out of purely innocent good intentions on his part. Initially at least,  he didn't realise the effect on me - and the bonus was at lunchbreak he played in it again, and he took it off moments before giving it to me, so it was warm and filled with his fresh pheromones.  I think, in that moment my gearfetish was born.  It became a regular thing on Wednesdays that he'd play in the morning and at lunchtime, and in the afternoon I'd borrow his kit and play in it in the afternoon.  After a while, he even got a little bit flirtatious sometimes, but never led to anything. What became of him I don't really know: I never bumped into him again but thanks for FriendReunited (remember that?),  I understand he got married, had a family, kids, etc. 

    So all this was hidden... and definetly not out in the open.

    Fast forward a few years and I'm in the final year of my masters degree. Still hiding in plain sight. But then I discovered IRC (Internet Relay Chat - a bit like Discord) and there were a lot of student run channels.  In particular #uk-poofs was a very friendly channel - and unlike the social media internet today had one foot in reality. The channel had regular meet-ups and parties. I lurked to start with, then started to engage, met a couple of guys on a 1-1 basis and then and went to my first party in Finchley, north London.  Fromt there I made friend who took me to places and I discovered 79CXR, The Anvil, the Sauna in Lavender Hill and Play Pit.  

    And from there it's only gotten more interesting.... So here I am today.  

     

    I had teachers like your games masters... if you forgot your kit you either used lost property (some of which may have been acquired)... or you borrowed from the other boys who also had games or swimming that day.  I remember haveing to share swimming trunks a couple of times and thought nothing of it at the time, but looking back...

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  5. Like some others here, I should of guessed earlier as the signs were there, but I failed to join the dots.  I always got on better with boys than girls at school, and thrived going to a boys only senior school.  I also played with my hole a lot and when I went to uni and got a girlfriend, found that I enjoyed being pegged more than fucking her, and when watching porn, I was far more likely to focus on the guy than the woman.  It was letting go after breaking up with another long term girlfriend (with whom I enjoyed several MMF 3-sums and learned that I liked sucking cock) that I went for it and realised that I liked it both ways, more so with guys... and that feeling has become moew concrete over time...    

  6. 40 minutes ago, tj87 said:

    Living in London - and having a thicker build - I get a lot of attention from black men. I'm on PreP - so they know to pump me full...

    I personally don't like the BBC label - it sorta squicks me out - but I did take a particularly large cock from a black guy last week - it was thicker than my wrist and my ass did me proud that day.... I was surprised I could take it so easily... His load... I swear I could've filled a solo cup when it worked its way out of me me later that day.

    I agree with not liking the BBC label, but do like big guys with big cocks of any race, creed or colour so long as them make this skinny runt squeal as they impale and fill me 😉

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  7. 29 minutes ago, gingerdaddyG said:

    I wish my first time was bare. It didn’t take many covered cocks in me until I decided that I wanted raw cock and once I did it’s been raw ever since. I never have taken a covered cock since and never will take a covered cock again!

    Likewise... I ama  relative late starter for bb fucking... it was only in 2014-15 when a good friend bent me over and fucked me bare that I realised what I had been missing... not touched a condom since and have no intention of going back to the bad old ways!!

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    Usually keep an empty beer glass to hand and when my mark heads toward the bathroom, I simply approach and ask if he wouldn't mind refilling my glass while he's in there.  Sometimes it works - sometimes you get told to fuck off. Much better chance of success in a sleazy/fetish environment.  Saunas and fluffy gay bars not so much!

    These days I'm a little more careful... if the guy's been taking any medication or drugs then it might well be present in his piss. I'd rather avoid that, so for drinking I tend to stick to guys I know. 

    I am spoiled having SOP in London every Sunday. If you're into piss, it's just awesome.  

    When I have a free Sunday / Sunday evening, you will have to take me @AirmaxUK 

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