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SpectreAgent

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  1. You flew Virgin Atlantic? I watched it on an A330 overnighter from JFK to Heathrow last month. I liked it, mostly. I like what it was trying to do and how it was attempting to be mainstream without making too many concessions. But it just missed the bullseye a tad for me. Maybe it’s because overnight transatlantic flights aren’t necessarily the best place to watch and judge a movie. I might try it again sometime. It would be interesting to hear from any New Yorkers if any of it rang true (hell, it’s always good to hear from New Yorkers!)
  2. I didn’t realise that. Still, as you say, both are excellent.
  3. I’ve read some pretty weird and wonderful topic headings on this site but “Bonjela and Anal Health” was a curveball. I wonder if it’s true, though, or something similar to the urban myth that putting toothpaste on your cock can help with erectile disfunction? I know that theatre actors required to do nude scenes were often advised to apply some Colgate on their todgers to counter the shrivelling effects of a chilly stage. I suspect that was a myth, too.
  4. Hot and very original.
  5. Lots of closeted married guys on there. But I was knee deep in cock sometimes when I used it in Manchester (especially during the pandemic).
  6. I’ve actually had more luck with FabGuys in Manchester than BBRT.
  7. It’s bloody awful in Manchester. Mind you, most guys were barebacking in Manchester long before it became mainstream (not for nothing did we call Manchester “Bareback City”). When your unique selling point - bareback - isn’t unique, it’s a bit of a non-starter.
  8. I can’t really add much to what has already been said. One can only really speak subjectively but, for me, there is a big difference. Raw just feels better to me. Whether that’s physical or mental or (probably) a combination of both, I don’t know.
  9. I don’t know where to start with this. I’ve never judged any guy by his looks, age, size, race or religion. To me, that’s absurd and limiting. I’m not that superficial. I can only suggest about those kind of comments that it says more about them than it does about you or anyone else. It’s easy to say you should just rise above it and ignore the detractors. Not so easy to do it. But rest assured, Andy, there are plenty who do find you attractive. So it’s their loss.
  10. That was how I felt. I also think because it was obvious I’d done a bit of research before arriving and was clearly loving the city, I was always met halfway from the outset.
  11. That was certainly my experience of New Yorkers. In fact, it was the people I encountered that made the visit so memorable and made me fall in love with the city. Even at JFK, where the queue through passport control was brutally long, the officer who checked my credentials was so funny and engaging that I immediately forgot all about the two hour plus wait to reach him. I was with family this visit. Next time I intend coming on my own and hope to delve more deeply into the friendliness of New York guys. Or, rather, them delve deeply into me! Seriously, though, I had a blast. It’s a wonderful city.
  12. I’ve always treated everyone as I would wish to be treated myself. It makes life very straightforward! 😂
  13. I don’t like generalising. And I’ve always found that if I treat the people in countries I’m visiting with respect and friendliness, that is what I usually get back. Interestingly, I was in New York for the first time last week. I’d heard all about New Yorkers’ supposed rudeness before I went but I found the opposite to be true. Everyone I encountered was friendly, helpful and funny. Still, I fell in love with NYC and can’t wait to go back.
  14. I think you’re being entirely reasonable. I’d just find it so off putting. (And did you get the body builder’s number…?)
  15. I state on any profile ‘If you use the word “clean” to describe anyone’s status, we won’t get on.’ I still get asked it occasionally, though.
  16. It may be a story but, trust me, Trades Hotel in Blackpool is very real. And although nothing like that ever happened to me there, it is - or was - possible to be the good time had by all there. I haven’t been since the pandemic but even before that I felt the hotel had somewhat declined and diminished. What is once had was a sleazy uniqueness which has now been diluted by other hotels in the town. I’ll always have a soft spot (pun intended) for dear old Trades, though. I’ve had some wild nights there in the past.
  17. I go several times a week and have a fairly healthy diet (low carbs, high in protein, no sugar and no processed rubbish). I only changed to living this way a couple of years ago when I was staring down the barrel at 60. I do it for myself, not because I’m gay. But I can honestly say I’ve never felt better in my life. The gym I go to is very straight, although there is one cute young gay guy I see there regularly.
  18. I mean, what’s not to like there…? 😂
  19. I’ve never smoked, but find smokers sexy. And the more marginalised smokers become, the more their illicit allure grows.
  20. I went into denial. And then therapy…
  21. I contracted MRSA while in hospital for routine treatment in 2019. It nearly killed me and there were four nights when my mother was told they couldn’t guarantee I’d be there the next morning. I actually remember very little about it because it practically put me in a coma. Although I do recall waking up briefly to see the hospital chaplain by my bed. So, yeah, it’s a nasty one.
  22. This is an excellent addition to the site. Well-written and beautifully structured, with proper cliffhangers that lead you wanting to read the next instalment.
  23. Definitely. A mate once put it like this to me: “If it wasn’t for bottoms, tops would be wandering around with their cocks out wondering what to do next.” 😂
  24. The Brummie accent has never been a turn off for me. And I’ve not even seen the show…😂
  25. Volume can also be an issue. I played with a very cute Irish guy a couple of years back. But as he’s very deaf, he was loud. Very loud. Window shattering/floorboard vibrating loud. And that was before he reached his climax. I recall being a tad distracted, fearing what the neighbours must be thinking. But he was so lovely and well-endowed that I thought “fuck it, let them listen”.
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