its no fun to be outcasted
i delete every friendship
and i wont accept new ones
to often you casted me out from posting
when i was 16 i had a buick wagon fullsize at the creek in my hometown i jumped ex boyfriend convinced me to do it he thought it was funny my 2 uncles who were police officers in our town didn't
i recently came across this guy is is so freaking hot-- https://staxus.com/trial/sets.php?id=2334
i would love to find all his videos-i googled his name and this boys been busy--of course he is he is young and very young looking smooth as body and has one ass i would eat from--dont know if allowed to post stuff from that site but i am at least asking if anyone knows where can find all his vids
Wonderful. And beautiful. Loin clothes and or whatever you want to call them...are fetishes of mine for sure and for real.
Just updated my profile with this, in case anyone is interested. Msg with your thoughts, comments:
When I was a little kid around 4 5 6 I used to spend a lot of time with my uncle who is 6 years older than me, and lived nearby. I was a bit shy at school so I liked being with him. When we went playing in the local park, running around shirtless, I knew I liked looking at him. Fresh faced, smooth complexion and hairless body. And I loved to smell the sweat from his body. But I didn't understand why I liked it. When I was 12 going on 13 a boy same age at school sat next to me in class and this one day our hands touched, and lingered, and I didn't know what was happening, but I was excited to not move away. He wanted us to go to the toilets after the lesson, we went in a cubicle, and we kissed. I'd never imagined kissing a boy could really happen, and I don't know to this day why he thought I would like it. He unzipped me and put his hand in my trousers, and encouraged me to follow, I can still remember the first feel of his sweaty hard cock when I took it out, I was so excited. He must have known more than me, but not much more, because we didn't know how to have orgasms. We sucked each other. And then he wanted to try pissing in each other's mouths and then spitting it down the toilet. I wasn't sure but I wanted the excitement to continue, I didn't want him to think I wasn't keen. So we tried it. I love drinking piss still, because of those days. The hottest thing we did, to me, was when we pissed in each other's mouths and then kissed to swap and swallow it. It was so delicious, so sensual, tasting each other's mixed piss as we kissed and held each other, in our school shirts and ties, our hard piss-dripping cocks also touching. We met in the toilets a few times but we got more daring. We would sit at the back of class, and then drop something on the floor. Bend down to pick it up, and take a mouthful of cock while we were down there, while the lesson went on. I still love exhibitionism and voyeurism now. The ultimate was one day we did this, and as I went down on him he held my head over him and pissed a full load into my mouth. I couldn't come up or he'd have pissed everywhere so he held me until he'd finished and I had no choice but to swallow it all. I was worried the teacher would see I'd been down there a while. He came to my place one day and when Mum was out we kissed and sucked on my bed. But it was our last time. He had asked me to come to his place the next week and I chickened out, so he never asked me again. It's one of my big regrets in life. He knew this stuff, how did he know? If I'd gone, maybe I would have found out. Maybe I'd have learned more. As it is I guess he found other willing boys. So that made me sad.
A year or so later, I had learned how to masturbate, and was cumming several times a day, in school toilets and at home, but also used to go to some public toilets between school and the bus stop. Loads of graffiti on the walls telling what guys had done, one said he wanked over his sister's toast when she was away and watched her eat it. I used to read and wank. One day a note came under the door saying "can I suck your cock?" I was excited but nervous. Someone must be watching but I couldn't see where, how. I ignored it, but then the guy asked through the door. I said no, I was scared, so he went away. Regret number 2. Wish I'd let him in, let him suck me, showed me how to suck him, maybe taken me to meet his friends, or other boys.
We had my step-brother come to live with us when I was 16, he was some 5 years younger than me, blond, tanned easily, hairless body, typical moody teenager who needed a friend. I was sexually attracted to him but no way I would let him know, I wanked thinking of him, but actually he annoyed me so we didn't get on. But I knew he was borrowing my porn mags. And i had some gay ones. A few years later it turned out he got in trouble for pimping himself to older men in toilets for cash. Regret number 3.
After I left school I spent 15 years getting as much pussy as possible. From gfs to random hookups, a chance encounter flirting over the phone with a woman in another office who I'd never met, turned out she likes threesomes, and he has to put up with it, so we met several times. But it led me into that world, and I met loads of mf couples, through contact mags, driving all over. In all, the guy was straight. But I saw lots of cocks. I was 30 when I used the small ads to find a cock to suck, my first man cock. I'd never stopped wanking at gay porn, just not been brave enough to try it for real, and I was getting plenty of sex anyway. I took his load in my mouth and I was hooked. I didn't completely leave pussy behind but I went crazy for cock. Over the 20 years that followed I made up for lost time. All random. There were a load of guys who used to go from one to another of about 6 public toilets on a weekend, and suck and fuck there, and in parks, I loved it. I went to London every Saturday, to all the saunas, staying the whole night, sucking dozens of cocks, fucking, and eventually knew I needed to try getting fucked, so there were no barriers to the fun I could have with my body, so I let a big black man take me, and told him to ignore my protests til he was satisfied. He started so gentle, afterwards I couldn't move for an hour, wrecked, delirious. I went to sleazy cruise bars, one specialising in piss, but still not as good an experience as my first. And I found a young Indonesian rent boy who had a flat in London (I worked there by now but lived 50 miles away) so occasionally I'd pay to fuck him, so sweet, so hot, petite and boyish but in fact 20s and very clever. But I also used to hire his spare room for £10 a time so I could take guys I met on all the sites - Gaydar, Adam4Adam, DudesNude, I had about 20 profiles. In my 40s by now, I had at least one guy every day, sometimes groups, house parties. Youngest I ever met was in toilets near my home, he was 15, cute, excitable, we met lots over the next year. He came too quick so I had to learn how to prolong his pleasure.
I have a type, I like Asian, Black, Latin, Arab, and I like smooth hairless young whites. When the Internet was new I loved all the free porn. One thing led to another and through AOL groups I discovered a certain type of porn. I had stacks of it. But it worried me, especially some stuff, all clearly in distress. So I trashed it and got out. Years later I joined GBT just for a wank. But then I noticed lots of guys with under 18 avatars,and worked out what that means. Those guys will know the names of all the boys in my banner. Amazing what you can find if you know where to look.
There, you have my sexual life, 40 years. I am addicted to sex, which is often the case with true bisexuals - barriers are broken down and more is acceptable, no barrier between sex or age or activity, but I still have a moral code, a decent upbringing, which keeps me right from wrong.
I remember cruising at the park or beach. In those days I was much shyer than I am today. So, in my early days, cruising was a bit too forward... too skeevy. Not much later, I later revised my opinion. It turned out that eventually, I liked being both a consumer and product of the meat market. And I in my early 20's looked young for my age. I was a hot little number.
The whole thing was so visceral! It was... honest! And it was immediate! And if you were the one rejecting, the other guy would move on. If you were rejected... "No big. There's 50 more guys out here. Most of em hotter than you! " Is what I say to myself as I moved on.
It's not the same online. I don't do well on apps. I find it just not the same. A virtual experience vs a visceral one.
What's your experience?
Does anyone else get the problem that when they are clicking on different user profiles to look at peoples wallls it sometimes takes a long time to refresh and then the internet connection crashes? I only get this with this website. Makes me slightly nervous....
