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  1. When I was in 2nd grade or so I joined the Cub Scouts. The den mother was nice and basically just lets us do whatever we wanted in the basement which was usually some sort of crafts. As it turned out nearly every one of us grew up to be gay but at the time I don’t think any of even knew what gay even was. We all kind of bonded being with other boys who were similar but we didn’t quite understand how so. It was also nice to be with boys that weren’t picking on us or being mean. One of my favorite memories from childhood was when we were down in the basement doing some kind of crafty thing when Marc, a very nelly baby queen cud scout stepped out of the room for a minute. For a little backstory - This happened in the middle 1970s and there was a new game show that was a big hit called Celebrity Sweepstakes. One of the regular ‘celebrities’ was a very busty ditzy platinum blond named Carol Wayne. A few minutes later nelly Mark comes back into the room with a couple of oranges stuffed under his shirt to look like tits and a mass of white yarn all over his head like a majeshift wig. He threw his arms up like the little diva he was and says ‘Look at me! I’m Carol Wayne!’ We all cheered and clapped and laughed. It was probably my first real non sexual gay experience and I still love that memory of being ‘with my people’
  2. One of the greatest plugs I've ever had was a latino guy named Oscar who was as sweet as he was sexy. He had an enormous and thick dick and every time he came over fo ra delivery he always made sure he had time to get me flying high and fuck me with that breathtaking dick before his next appointment. Unfortunately he had a massive heart attack and died at the way too young age of 38. It's been years and I still miss him.
  3. Yes, I was 23 and after living in a major city for a few months I was quickly realizing my shitty little job just wasn’t paying enough. Started escorting and did really well for 6 months or so. Had a few of regulars - both good and not so good. All in all a pretty positive experience for me and now I love the reactions I get now 30+ years later when I tell people what I did way back when.
  4. It's like that old joke about how do get to Carnegie Hall? Practice!
  5. When I was about 19 or 20 years old I was dating a cute little sex pig about the same age. Neither of had a place of our own and one night after a night at the bars he took me to a place he knew of to fuck. It was very close to downtown Cleveland on a hillside below a major street next to some train tracks. An old refrigerator had been dumped there and provided a relatively flat level surface that wasn't in the weeds or broken glass. We were going at pretty good when a train approach. We weren't too concerned about a train going by at 2am until we realized the train that was slowing down was an Amtrak passenger train approaching the stop about 1/2 mile away.
  6. [think before following links] https://thisvid.com/videos/muscle-cumdump-gangfucked-by-bbc-and-nasty-anon-cocks/ Found this recently and holy fuck is it hot and nasty! Anyone know who is the guy doing all the talking? And how can I get an invite?
  7. I don't think you did anything wrong at all. I also think the presence of his friends there in the same building may have to do something with his reaction. I've often heard that we spend our time in high school (and from what you describe he is pretty close to that age) trying to fit in, and the rest of our lives trying to stand out. He may still be in that trying to fit in stage and more worried about what his friends would think while simultaneously trying to find way to be a slut like I think he probably wants to be. I wouldn't be surprised if you see him there again very soon. If you do, try to be the helpful mentor that many of us never got growing up. Talk to him if you can, ask if you did anything wrong, listen to him and don't be too surprised if it ends up being him apologizing to you for acting like a scared little kitten. It's sometimes hard to remember what it's like to be that age after living a life and having the hindsight of a lived life. Try to remember all of those things that we all go through at his age which seemed monumental back then but we barely remember now.
  8. The story I've heard was Vivian Vance was out at a club or restaurant when she got word that he had died and the first thing she said was 'Champagne for everybody!' That story always cracked me up and I have always loved her.
  9. I remember having a list with codes for different acts that I kept in a notebook at school. By the time I was 17 I said 'Fuck it' and just gave up on trying to keep track.
  10. I was a high school junior and 17 years old. For the first time, my parents were going to leave me by myself for a weekend and I was not going to waste a chance at doing something I was in a big hurry to do. I knew an older guy who told me he'd take out to 'the bars' whenever I wanted to go. Once I knew the dates my parents would be gone, we started making plans. The older guy was maybe 27, at most, who I had met in a mall bathroom with a glory hole. The bar was called Keys (at the first location), at E 9th and Bolivar, in Cleveland, OH. I remember being most worried about being asked for an ID but I was tall and cute and for some reason they never asked. The bar itself was a small cocktail bar and it was, by far, the most glamorous place I had ever been to in my life. It was decorated in that 1980's postmodern style with shiny black lacquer furniture and dramatic lights pointing at glam floral arrangements and at framed Patrick Nagel prints hanging on the walls. I remember saying to my friend that the next time we came, I should bring cigarettes in order to look more cool. He told me how to ask the bartender for a drink, and the only drink name I could think of was one I'd heard on TV and thought sounded very sophisticated, a 7 & 7. I didn't really like but drank it down anyway. After we left Keys, my friend drove us around downtown Cleveland and pointed out where the other bars and baths were located. Since no one was expecting me at home I went back to my older friend's trailer (yes, a trailer) and he fucked my brains out. We fucked around for a few more weeks but we never went back to the bars together again. I did run into him again a year or so later at the bathhouse where I was becoming a regular. but that's another story.
  11. It still looks like new videos are being added. Is anyone, anywhere getting the site to open completely. It’s beyond frustrating.
  12. I had that happen a few years ago. It was summertime and I was wearing baggy shorts and a jock strap. I was standing in line and felt a fart coming on and tried to hold it but it plopped out onto the floor anyway. Luckily no one was behind me but I’ve wonder if after I left there was an announcement made ‘Clear up at register 2, clean up at register 2!’
  13. And how does one get an invite to this barn?
  14. Where can we see the content of you and the lucky bitch?
  15. I was 1984, I was 18, a summer weeknight evening, and my job as a lifeguard had left me with a a golden brown tan that made me feel very confident in my looks. I was at the local mall and had just bought an ice cream cone when I saw a sexy, very tall guy, like myself, with equally dark bronzed skin and a big nose which has skwsys been a huge weakness for me. Mr Bignose seemed interested so I stopped right there and worked that cone like the brazen slut I aspired to be. And then I walked away. In spite of wanting to be that brazen slut, the truth was I was very shy and insecure. A few days after that I went to the big gay dance club in town with a friend. We were doing the rounds when I locked eyes with Mr BigNose and he smiled and came right up to me and told me that he had never seen anyone eat an ice cream cone as sexily as I did. I was instantly smitten. He was 26, hilarious, smart, Lebanese, and had a dick thst was equally big as his nose. We never really dated but we did have a lot of sex and became fast friends. We lost touch when I moved out of state a few years later but think about him quite a bit even today many years later. So Brian H, if you’re reading this I would love to share an ice cream cone with you again. Call me, S.
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