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  1. I generally find that guys split into two groups. Those that are never comfortable with their desires (of whatever type) and act under the shadow of shame. They literally hate themselves after they've succumbed and protest loudly that they are not sluts. Most memorably for me in a gay bar in Oxford years ago when waiting for a drink from the bar man, a guy literally stage whispered to his companion, "he's a right slut, always up the A40 doing anyone". I thought that was hysterical as he was right, but I turned him down as he was a right prissy queen! The second type of guy is completely comfortable with his sexuality and therefore quite comfortable in his own skin. The type that comes up in a bar that opens up a conversation with, "not sure you remember me from the dark room in Birmingham", or will nod everytime we pass and chat over a beer. I was fucking one such guy, in a sunny riverside crusing area, and this bloke called over that we ought to be ashamed of ourselves for barebacking. We stopped, looked at each other, laughed, and carried on. The other one carried on wanking watching us which speaks volumes I reckon. You can't blame that guy really as the heteronormative, Judeo Christian world view is hard to break out of
  2. Really sorry to see this place go. Birmingham is generally a friendly place and it's my town of choice to socialise. The sex was always good with a pretty attitude free vibe, and really welcoming staff. I always remember my first visit, and I didn't know what to expect, so I thought I'd do a midweek afternoon visit to check it out. Arrived about an hour after opening and was buying a beer in the eyeline of a guy sitting naked on a stool with his ball sack full of saline. After the beer had gone down nicely (with brilliant cheap prices btw) I wandered into one of the old darkrooms, to see a stocky skinhead fucking a guy in a sling with a few guys around. He pulled his dick out, turned to the guys and said that if anyone else wanted to breed him, go ahead. Thats when I knew I'd like it. Plus when their Pride went ridiculously ticketed, it was outside the cordon so you could have a beer and a couple of wild fucks while being a skinflint haha
  3. Fucked roughly against a wall by a Scottish cop and he invited the cab driver in before. The cabbie said no. Had a couple of flings with different soldiers, one long term. In a cruising area me and a security guard bumped into each other , good fuck. AA man, was OK did it for the fun of it Post man in his van Knew a gay fireman in the 80s. Kept well away as he was stern as fuck and wanted guys beefier and tougher than him.
  4. cannero

    South Wales

    I'm Welsh and from the western valleys but left home in the 80's. As a teenager I definitely worked out where all the stocky tached miners used to hang out giving each other hand jobs (ahem, cottage in Newport's John Frost Square) but only watched. Lived in Cardiff for a bit in the 90s and was very worn out and popular courtsey of Tunnel and the Castle Grounds late at night. One my trips home, I never really pull much in Cardiff these days, it seems much less cruisy and not so welcoming to the average guy. However I always found a cheeky Sunday afternoon in Newport's Greenhouse used to scratch the itch. Being blatantly slutty in England, I don't think many non Welsh appreciate we have a different attitude to sex. I politely say to friends we're earthy, but when they ask me to explain it comes down to a loose commitment to marital fidelity and being quite unfussy about the gender of the person giving you a cracking blow job
  5. I gave up online dating years ago. Firstly I'm passed being God's Gift to anyone and secondly (like most on here), know what I want sexually and don't apologise. So my online persona triggered a lot of projection which happens in tandem with some one handed messaging. Used to have current pics etc, but hook ups could go a bit awry, and thats not even counting the times they didn't match their profile. There was a lot of energy that resulted in very little. Much prefer to meet in venues for realtime meets, because more often than not who you fancy is outside your prescribed list, and in a naked club you aint lying about your dick size or build, so if guys fancy you, it's because of what they see right in front of them. Plus, vibes are more easily read. I might get less sex, comparitively, but what I do is fun and with a surprising range of guys. Some of them become friends too.
  6. a) Far more guys fancy you than you think, so go for it b) Hang around your big town underground cottage, you'd have realised quite a few of those hairy, dark, tached welshman would have have been interested
  7. I had a friend who was quite experienced in the UK hotel business, and he once told me that there was nothing he hadn't seen and hotels aren't really bothered as long as other guests aren't bothered and they get paid. He, on a side issue, refused to break confidentiality and identify which high end hotel he was working in, and was called to remove one famous rugby player from the room of another famous rugby player as their amorous activities were disturbing neighbours.
  8. When younger, although I'm accused of having a stern look, I was very lean and I thought unthreatening. My employer used to give me a pair of Doc Martins every quarter, and I wore them constantly. Although I was quite vanilla (then!), I soon attracted mean looking fuckers that begged me to engage in boot play, putting my boots on their balls, getting them licked, cleanimg spunk off them. Rarely happens now apart from one startling day in a sex club a punter wanted me to name my price to kick him in the balls with my boots. I sidled away from him thinking that wasn't for me.
  9. Took be right back to the first time I went. Always loved piss but the number of guys playing was amazing. And it is a pretty easy place to get to play raw blatantly which is great if you like to fuck in front of an audience.
  10. As someone who has spunked and pissed all over that floor, as well as in and over the punters, gotta say that the team that gets sent in to refurb the basement deserves their own C5 documentary!
  11. I've been seen twice by close gay friends raw fucking punters in sex clubs. One never mentioned it at all, the other was raw fucking a punter next to me unknowingly. When his eyes met mine he smiled and gave me a dirty wink. The knowledge never went further, so I guess what happens in that environment stays in that environment/.
  12. Have a soft spot for Luton as I saw my first bio tatt in the wild even though we didn't fuck. Generally find it better more for socialising as I used to do Bears sunday. Newport however, which I occasionally visit, is more my place. had a fair few raw fucks with a wide range of dad bods who give their all
  13. Accidentally encountered his films online, but I'd swoon mightily on my knees in front of Charles Dera. Possibly then followed by bending over in front of him 👿
  14. Not quite the same thing, but one day I broke down and pulled into a dodgy lay by waiting for the AA man. Clearly knew the area as we had a bit of a session afterwards. Benefits of waiting until 3am for the delayed repair
  15. Twenty years ago, less morals and more energy. A40 near Oxford. Truck fucks were a weekly occurence.
  16. I went once on bears day and was thinking it was quite a quiet and tame sauna. Then found the orgy room where a naked bloke with a massive biohazard tatt was banging the hell out of a very appreciative bottom.
  17. Years ago I was in a polite gay bar. This older guy with a blonde tache came up to me and said "If you've a hairy arse you've pulled". I left my pint haveing had two sips,
  18. Well I haven't arranged to meet anyone here, but have met a few in passing. Local guy who is a bit standoffish (and safe only) I saw taking numerous men in a sauna. He used to post on here and is seriously slutty. Best experience was one Sunday afternoon in Boltz and gave a hairy sexy fucker a bit of a go. Later that day I turned up being nicely reviewed on the taking loads section in the forum.
  19. One of the reasons growing up and being confused about my sexuality was because I didn't fancy "gay men" i.e the Dick Emery stereotype. However I realised what was happening when blokes like Ed Asner, Bob Hoskins, and Warren Mitchell got me going. If you're a certain age in Britain, you might realise that Saturday afternoon wrestling was pure porn if you were going through puberty at the same time.
  20. Might have posted this before: Since I'm pretty exhibitionist I've never really been turned on by dark rooms that are dark. One night however I was drinking too much and missed my last train out of London. Not wanting to hang about the station for hours, I ended up at the sauna down from Vauxhall Tube. Not being young and gym bodied I wasn't doing well, until what must have been Hoist chucking out time. The darkroom was then filled with drunken, middle aged leather men and one slutty bottom. He was pretty clear that he was neg and looking for any cock, and boy did it get verbal and hot. Thats when I discovered what you lose in seeing guys you gain in the lack of inhibition, and the release of deep desire. Its a couple of years since that but I still pull one out to the memory of a chunky, hairy older guy banging him muttering, "I'm breeding you, actually knocking you up"
  21. Shaved heads, buzzed heads and cropped hair with balding is hot. Add a big bushy beard and I'll chase them around the club like a lunatic !
  22. Its not my favourite place as I only have a light interest in WS. But it is the place for easy going sleaze though, fucked more guys raw in the bogs than I want to admit to <evil wink>
  23. Personally if I was in London on a Tuesday night I'd head to Central Station's SOP (piss) night. Can get busy and no one bats an eye lid at the bare fucking going on.
  24. To give an English perspective, I often think fondly of the Coleherne which I discovered in the 90's and was aware it had left its hey day. Always cruisy and although the clients looked hardcore and tough, always friendly. Times were different then so sex in clubs wasn't tolerated as much, but I always managed to pick up and take home. In the evenings a couple of bouncers would often patrol and keep it clean, although they weren't often that committed to their role. But in the afternoon and early evening the toilets could get pretty fun. I remember one saturday afternoon, after far too much beer, being pulled into a cubicle in the main bogs by an american tourist. Jeans, leather waistcoat, balding, with a huge grey hair chest. Started begging me loudly to shoot over his chest while the bouncers are banging on the door to get out now. When the door opened, they just used to sigh and go, guys, guys. The small toilet when no security was on was great. Drinking on the side bar, you would see one guy go in, then another, then another. Eventually you'd get in and find 6 or 7 guys wanking off, fucking. blow jobs in an area the size of a postage stamp. Times were different in other ways and in the years I went I never saw as much fucking as you would expect, and condom use was the normal thing. But if I had one regret in sleazy London locations, I wish I had got to the Fort at least once. I remember fucking an absolute pig one night who was a pretty no limit sort of guy, and when he said the fort was too sleazy for him I got interested. it pretty much closed soon after before I could get there.
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