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I could try to find him @TaKinGDeePanal, but realize this happened over 10 years ago, and although I pnplayed with him a couple of times afterward, we lost touch about 9 years ago (before he ever gave up his ass fully to me, sadly...)

That's a work of art...

Oh HELL yes - one of my favorite activities for years!

Are you psychic @ejaculaTe? The only time I spent in Kansas was on tour in a show all the way back in 1986. We had finished up our week of shows in Tulsa (where I fucked around a LOT), and were headed to Hays, KS for our next stop - we had the night off and the next day as well before we needed to perform again. I was paid extra to drive the cast bus and set trailer, and the rest of the cast was nagging me to "go faster" because - I kid you not - because "The Wizard of Oz" was on CBS that night and they were all so excited to watch it in Kansas and wanted to make sure I would get them to our hotel rooms before it started. Yeah, I was able to, and they all got into one room to watch... When it was done, they all decided to stay in! It was Friday night and we had a Friday night off and they weren't going to take advantage! I went out hoping to find some gay action, but instead got picked up by a bunch of sorority girls who pulled me into their car as they were "Cruising the Strip". I kid you not, cars slowly cruising up and down the main drag bumper to bumper at around 5 mph. I was the ONLY person walking along the storefronts and I was dressed very "New York". Since there didn't seem to be any other entertainment more to my liking, I went with them to a Near-Beer Bar (something this NYer had NEVER heard of) it being a place where those 18-20 were allowed to drink some really low alcohol semi-beer, and met some of their frat boy friends. Despite my being 23 at the time, they all took me for a college junior or senior. Went with THEM to a party at their frat, hoping to score some midwestern frat tail, but no - the guys and the original girls let out that they had a "genuine New York actor from the touring show" at their drunken bacchanalia, and next I knew I was surrounded by almost the entirety of the University's Drama Students (who studies Drama in Kansas?) asking questions and while swelling my ego, they weren't swelling me anywhere else - a bit to anxious, and having just left an entire cast full of fabulousness back at the hotel just wasn't in the mood for that style hookup that evening... besides, I could never lasso one out from the pack! It was then onto the "After Hours Club" with the original gals, two of the frat boys and a number of the theater students. They were concerned that 3 of their group AND ME wouldn't be able to get in as it was over-21, and tried to loan me a fake ID as I kept telling them that I did not need one, I was 23. No one listened including the bouncer who didn't believe my real license was mine! He asked me to recite the License I D number and I was like "Dude, the number is like 27 digits and letters long, no way I have that memorized!"... but as the bouncer sat staring at my New York license, the entire rest of the group got inside past me including the 3 under-agers. Finally let in, I met them on the - again, I kid you not - dance floor with disco ball and chessboard style dance floor that lit up each square in a different color. Danced for a couple of hours, broke several female hearts apparently when a couple of the girls thought I'd be coming back to the dorms with one of them. I let them down easily, but unfortunately, the few gay boys from the drama club still there overheard me discuss my preference for leather and macho guys and peaced-out of there in a hurry. Got back to the hotel to find my roommate (gay but attached, monogamous, and very vanilla) WAITING UP for me, as he could not believe there was anything in Hays, Kansas that could possibly interest me and groused "Come on man, even YOU couldn't get laid here!" I told him he was absolutely right and he laughed his ass off as I described my abject failure in that department and my complete success in my new study of Modern Living Styles and Sociology... the local guys and gals I met DID come to the show and treat us all to a BBQ after which was really sweet, but several of my cast mates were naive enough to drink the purple kool-aid stuff that was mixed with grain alcohol and served from a plastic garbage can... and none of them got laid either!

Agreed, @SpectreAgentbut this was back in the early 2000s so I didn't know to look you up!

All of the foreign countries I have been to I have fucked or been fucked or both here at home, 41 out of the 42 states I've been to (Kansas, what the hell? No action...) still need to visit and hopefully fuck in Hawaii, Alaska, Idaho, Montana, North Dakota and South Dakota, Iowa and Nebraska. So: USA (41 states) Canada (4 Provinces - Nova Scotia, Quebec, Ontario, British Columbia) Mexico (8 States - Baja California, Baja California Sur, Sinaloa, Jalisco, Durango, Yucatan, Quintana Roo) Barbados Jamaica The Bahamas UK Territories - Bermuda, Cayman Islands, BVI US Territories - USVI, Puerto Rico Dominican Republic Costa Rica Panama Venezuela UK components - England, Wales Germany France Netherlands Luxembourg If "Territorial Waters" are included - meaning me on a ship in that country's waters fucking but not setting foot on land, then El Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, Columbia and Haiti would be included So the total would be 15 countries,22 including sovereign territories and Wales, 27 if territorial waters included. Did I mention I just LOVED performing on Cruise Ships....?

I encountered him and played with him at 2 private sex parties and 1 sex club in New York City. He was great fun each time, topped him and bottomed with him, and he was an exceptional sex partner... only one caveat however - he actually TALKED MORE AND LOUDER in person than in his films. Took a bit to get used to each time. A very nice man, by the way. For more, message me.

Trucker Fuckers is an all-time favorite of mine - especially since I played with Titpig at a few parties, would have loved to have played with Jay Benjamin as well, love his look!

ToTally agree on these two @ejaculaTe!!

Damn! @joerithe most recent chapter is seriously hoT! Wish I was Rob...

What happened with the niece and her boyfriend is one of the reasons I paused so long before this installment. There was some hotness, but problems too. I am both a bit ashamed and yet also proud of myself for my response. The next part of the night shows that even for ne, not all my adventures turn out well all the time @ejaculaTe

Age 12, late 1974/early 1975 had access to my 6 1/2 years older brother's porn mags - all straight of course, but Oui and Hustler had dicks in the photos back then and Penthouse Letters always had several written accounts of gay/bi sex - both dick pics and the first hand accounts excited me from the get-go. But the first visual gay porn I saw was at 15 in the mags Honcho and Drummer (which amazingly, the deli up the street from my house carried... ah, the 70s!!). First porn movie was when I was 16 in one of the old Gay Porn Theaters in Manhattan - didn't see STRAIGHT porn films until my 20s!

@Leather-lee I can really only speak to NYC for the late 70s and early 80s - by the time I graduated University in 1984 and started my performing career fear and uncertainty were all ready changing in terms of the all-out-free for all feeling in NYC. Out on the road (I eventually wound up getting laid in 41 of the 42 States I performed in , all of the Canadian Provinces (Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Quebec, Ontario and British Columbia) and most of the Mexican States where I appeared things took a bit longer to change, but from 1985 on any fucking was done with condoms whether topping or bottoming (that would not change much with hook-ups until the mid-90s, though with both my first partner and my husband, BB was the rule most of the time) and anonymous hooking up began to be seriously frowned upon . Anyway, while things today have some echoes of that period, the sheer VOLUME and VARIETY and VAST MENU of sexual activity still eclipse our current unbridled venues and scenes because - in NYC at least - there were just so many more of them, they were so casually available almost EVERYWHERE ANYTIME in venues both private and public and a higher portion of the gay/queer community indulged in them without hesitation or guilt or concern prior to the knowledge of a deadly epidemic and so I must answer, YES, they were that different. Trust me, today is a VAST improvement over the late '80s and the '90s when a large percentage of guys even insisted on condoms for BLOWJOBS for f*ck sake, even putting them on dildos - those were some tragically libido-crushing years! But while there are more options again, and some unbridled bacchanal scenes mercifully returning, they will never again have the naive care-free innocence we had back then and the huge number of opportunities everywhere may or may not return. Almost every Rest Stop, Truck Stop, Department Store Men's Room, Library Men's Rooms, many full-size Porn Theaters - truly distinct from Adult Bookstores and Booth Stores, Live Performance venues like The Gaiety, a huge number of Discos, Clubs, and Event Spaces, Bars that catered to every different sub-culture in the "lifestyle" were rife with sexual activity many neighborhood bars even had sexually active backrooms... If one or two of each of these types of venues has survived not only into the 21st century but also made it through Quarantine with its' doors still open that's awesome, but realize there were at least 10 to 20 to 30 more of each back then. Not trying sound like some oldster who sits around in his rocking chair complaining how things were better in the old days, there really is a difference between the two periods - in both care-free innocence and sheer volume of both men and venues. Don't let that stop you or anyone else on here from enjoying the opportunities we DO have today - there are very few guys like me who were THERE and active in the scene THEN while still being HERE and still active in the scene NOW,. The depth and sensuality and satisfaction and LENGTH OF TIME a man can have sex with the assistance of Viagra and the like make today's scene pretty special too - anyone who feels they "missed out" on that time period can always remind themselves that: a) most of those guys from that time period are NOT like me and did not live to see the 90s let alone the 21st century, and, b) we can join scenes now assisted by E.D. pills or shots, and play for much longer!

I vaguely remember hearing something about it, but no, I have not seen it. I wonder if it gibes with my own experiences or dulls them down, or conversely, plays them up for drama purposes? Did you find it to be positive, neutral, or judgemental at all?

Born in November '62, I was a teenager in NYC back then. At 16 my older brother would take me with him and his girlfriend to Studio 54 then they'd go off to Plato's Retreat (a straight sex club) and I'd go hit a bathhouse or bookstore or backroom of a leather bar. Our NY drinking age was 18 at that time and no gay leather bar, bathhouse or porn theater ever kept me from coming in... Sex was everywhere in the late 70s and early 80s, when I started Fordham University at 17 there were T-rooms with gloryholes at both our Lincoln Center and Bronx campuses (several at each, and generally busy). There were so many sexual venues for a horny teen like me - Port Authority Bus Terminal and George Washington Bridge Bus Terminal mens rooms might well have been sex clubs, especially upstairs at the GWB. Macy's, Bloomingdales, Saks, all the department stores had active glory holes, along with the Lincoln Center Library, and any Subway Station with a mens room. The YMCA on 63rd was friggin' amazing, and there were outdoor venues - the Rambles in Central Park were active day and night, and such a convenient walk from my Lincoln Center campus - I used to climb one of the boulders to do my homework, and if I spied some hot action, I would slide down and join in... The abandoned piers in Greenwich Village, "The Trucks" parked in the Meat Packing district, the High Line before it became a tourist attraction, all of these had active sex traffic. Of course there were the bathhouses - the Ansonia being a favorite, and the Porn theaters in Times Square - the Adonis, the David and the like all had balconies that were nothing but gangs of guys sucking and fucking and rimming and there were tons of ABS all over Manhattan some special favorites were on Christopher Street in the Village that had basements and sub-basements, red-lit with alcoves, stalls and the occasional fuck bench. My favorites though were the Leather Bars with their backrooms. First let me begin by telling you the first gay mags I got to see at 15 were not "Playguy" or some other vanilla rag, they were "Honcho" and "Drummer" (I later got to pose in leather for "Wilde" put out by the same publisher). Imagine being a 17 year old white blond jock kid who loved the leather scene and could actually convince guys I was more top than bottom despite the dancer/gymnast butt... the Anvil, the Spike, the Eagle there was serious ffun to be had at each... was taught to top as a fistfucker at 19 at the Anvil. And if the guys didn't believe I was a top, hell, I liked getting fucked too, but never was submissive - if they could deal with that, I'd give it up to a hot leather dude. As to the Tom of Finland leather types... well, yes and no. Yes, they were around at the leather venues I frequented. But no, they were not hypermuscular like Tom's drawings. The body type of the time was "The Clone" an in-shape, trim, baseball or soccer type body, with nice arms, thick legs, flat stomach, hairy body, and what we now call a "porn-stache" with short hair. On guys of all colors and nationalities and sizes. I sported the look as much as I could being on the younger end of the trend, and did not sport the mustache (was a drama student, needed to be able to change my face readily). These guys were very hot - for a perfect example, look up the Porn Star "Al Parker" whose old films are still smoking hot. But pumped bodybuilder types like Tom drew, they were not. It wasn't until the mid-nineties when we began to pump ourselves to those larger proportions. But the hot sex was there in the leather bars particularly - backrooms with slings, bathtubs for water sports, st. andrews crosses, fuck benches, gyno tables, any type of furniture to enhance uninhibited bacchanalian gay male sexuality. It was amazing. But obviously, it couldn't last. Through my sophomore through senior years at college, the gay plague as they called it was raising it's ugly head. Rumors were wild, ideas about it were bizarre and the outside world turned away in fear and loathing and believed we "deserved it". The bacchanalia continued on, but diminished every year. By 1985 I was using condoms constantly, but it didn't matter in my case. Sometime before the ERISA test became available in 1985 I had contracted HIV. It was a sore blow to a 22 year old, but something in me believed that sex would never kill me.... and here I am THIRTY-NINE YEARS LATER - still here, still enjoying wonderful piggy leather sex but also aware of how damn lucky I am, and how many of my friends and lovers weren't, and also well aware of how beholden I am to the pharmaceutical companies who will keep me their slave for the rest of my life rather than find a cure. Bitter, yeah, but still grateful they developed what they have, and despite almost 40 years I haven't developed any serious side-effects or infections. And once I started on HAART therapy in 1998 I felt free enough to go back to bareback with other poz guys only, and keep the condoms for any neg guys I played with. With the new drugs and PreP and a wealth of knowledge, I will even BB with someone who is negative once they know that I am undetectable, and they make the decision yay or nay. That at least is a blessing. But it can never bring back those carefree days you ask about @IrishBoi, and long long answer shortened, for some of us, and in places like NYC, yes, for the most part the movies have it correct. Hardly a day went by during that time that I didn't suck or get sucked, fuck or get fucked by some rando or other(s). It was an incredible blast, but we also payed a staggering price!