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J-Rich
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Reading these and the sauna stories I was reminded of another regret. In my 20s I was working in the north east and involved in working late with a college named Brian. He was friendly and we got on reasonably well. Occasionally we would go for a drink and then one day when we were at work he suggested going to a sauna. I had been to saunas in scandanavia and they are just a normal part of living there and as far as I was aware did not have any gay connotations there. I considered myself straight (even though i had had some very "stimulating" experiences with men - in fact it has been men that have given me erections that were so hard they were painful). anyway I presumed that Brian was straight and that this was just a suggestion like going to the gym. He never had a girlfriend while I knew him but I only had a few brief relationships. He gave me a lift and we went to the leasure centre for the male only day one saturday. we undressed and went into the sauna and pool - I can't remember all the details but do know that there were times when we were naked. I noticed that he had an erection - not very big but his cock was definitely not at rest. I thought it a little unusual but maybe just an involuntary reaction to being naked. I think we went a couple of times. He also came on Holiday with me and stayed in my room. He was friend with an older ex merchant seaman but again at that time i don't think it was common knowledge that he was gay - not to me anyway. It was years later when I realised that Brian was probably gay. It all fitted, his friendship with the gay merchant seaman who liked young men, his willingness to stay late at work with me when he seemed not to be very interested in the work. He left and we lost contact once I started seeing the woman that i later married, he seemed les interested in being friends. Inviting me to the sauna and coming on holiday with me and my friends. I think he invited me to the sauna to get me naked and his erection was the result of him seeing me naked. Thinking of it now is so arousing him tricking me into stripping for him (I am rock hard thinking of it now) was he fantasising about me? I wish i hadn't been so naieve and that i had realised. I sometimes think it would be good to meet him again and ask him if he is gay - i would love to finally fullfil any fantasy he had ... i have some of my own with him now and am imagining it is his hand on my hard cock at this moment. So B******* M*******, if you are there it is "Nick" (I think that was your nickname for me) here and if you ever want it to be your hand on me and mine on you, please get in touch. i would love to kneel in front of you and thank you properly and then have a night or two together to begin to explore our fantasies xxxx

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I was living in London in my mid 20s, many years ago. I had been invited to a wedding and needed to buy a suit. I looked in a number of shops in Oxford St ann found a shop that had a reasonable range, there were also very few customers. An assistant, I guessed in his mid 40s, approached me, very friendly. I was straight and got the impression that he was gay and a feeling that he was interested in more than selling me clothes. I found myself liking his attention as he measured me, my chest, waist, leg.
he suggested a couple of suits and i went into the cubicle to change. at the time i was wearing some very thin, almost see through (not quite) tight underwear that was around at the time. The assistants attention was on my mind and made me think .... and grow harder! i hand to stroke it a few times and adjusted it so that it was facing up towards my waist, it was more comfortable. i imagined him coming in to the cubicle or me asking him to help me or to check my ... inside leg. Then i thought i would make it lay down one leg and ask him to check the leg measurement again. I eventually put on the trousers. just as they were done up, his head popped through the curtains and he looked me up and down and asked if i needed any help. Then he pulled the curtain aside and put his fingers inside my waist band, to check the fit. I think he realised I was open to something and then another customer required his attention. I looked at the suit on me and bought it but didn't get much time with him again. I wanted him, ached for his hand on my cock. I returned to the shop a few weeks later but it was busy and I didn't get served by him. A big regret, is that nothing developed, that i couldn't have waited a minute more before putting on the trousers, I was not certain of how he would have reacted but have fantasised (it still arouses me and am hard thinking of it) - if he had seen the outline of my straining cock, the material stretched over it, whilst uncut, my helmet was clearly defined. Would he have taken it - or he had caught me holding it! But I have had more than one man hold it - not long ago a stranger kissed me as we tossed each other until he came. I am looking for opportunity of a man to make me cum, or cum together, 69 or !! i would have loved to have a night with that assisstant
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When younger I worked on a summer camp in upstate New York. There was a guy there with his girlfriend who I really fancied: Slim, dark complexion and hair and great personality. We became good friends without a hint of sex between us.
On one occasion we had a themed carnival on the camp. I was supposed to dress as Neptune as the theme was "the sea". This guy helped by painting me green all over. As I was wearing simulated sea weed he had to paint me right up to my crotch. What a turn on and I had to work at controlling my hard on under tight speedos. I wanked later at the thought.
After the camp closed 9 of us (including this guy) drove from New York to California. genuinely thought by this time I was falling in love with him though never gave him any hint of this. We rented a house in California and his girlfriend got a job working evenings.
We regularly smoked a few spliffs in the evening and this guy and myself used to chill while waiting for her to come home. We only had one sofa and on this one occasion we lay at separate ends unable to avoid contact. I was so turned on and thought I was imagining him pressing his ass against me. I managed to exercise some control butonce more wanked at the famtasy of sucking his cock and rimming his gorgeous ass.
Shortly after this, he and his girlfriend moved to another town and I came home to the UK.
A few months later, I found out that his girlfriend had come home to find him in bed with another guy. They obviously split and he came out as gay.
Fuck - did I kick myself. I know now that there were many opportunities I missed.
Still fantasize about this guy!
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Hi mikmal3.
If that gay bar in Scarboro was the one I knew (on the road to Filey & on the right hand side, downstairs with some Greek sounding name of which I've forgotten) then I knew, in the platonic sense of the word, Walter.
I got picked up in there one summer's evening years ago and spent the night getting fucked in a caravan near Filey. He was a guy in his 20s who was borrowing his parents' static for a week and wanted to find out if he was gay or not. Judging by his reaction to me sucking him, letting him fuck me and then his sheer inventiveness and stamina once he had 'broken his duck' I think that he was definitely not heterosexual! It was one of those nights when neither of us slept until dawn had well and truly broken and then when we woke up had a celebratory fuck to cure his 'morning glory'. My one regret is that this was the days before mobile phones and he wouldn't give me his home phone number because he didn't want to run the risk of me phoning and his parents answering.
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in the late 1980's I had a guy named ANDREW working for me in Suffolk. He often wanted to "stay over" as he could not go home due to family problems with parents and siblings. He slept with me many times but we never actually had sex. one morning I was so horny and he was back on to me and so I slipped his baggy pants down and put KY around him and I am sure he was awake as he moved over a little to make it easier for me. But he heard my partner moving around and he turned onto his back and started to snore????? I did not have a chance again but I am sure he wanted it. Oh what a lovely arse I missed out on. how I wish I knew where he is today as last I heard he had joined the army
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StrayLeeds
Don't know whether he was in Yorkshire!

However, I have wonderful memories of Yorkshire; Filey, York, but especially Scarboro, in particular my then (mid teens) best friend David B.

We were practically inseparable and slept either at his home or mine. Strangely, we never even suggested anything sexual.

I left Scarborough after about 18months without, at the time, having concept of myself as gay/bi.
I thought wanking with friends was perfectly normal and my ONLY conscious awareness of homosexuals was the notion of "One Of THEM!" and THEY were something to be avoided.

Having heard her refer to some TV personality as 'one of them', my mother responded to my query(!) with, "I'll tell you later!"
Little did either of imagine that I would not only discover for myself what One of Them was but also that I was (am) One of Them myself.

When I left Scarboro, David came to see us off at the station and, to my surprise, he sobbed. I was moved but embarrassed, and I missed him like the day would miss the dawn if the sun burned out!

David married Sylvia and they had 3 or 4 children within a few years, and were grandparents when David was in his early 30s.

We maintained spasmodic contact over the years, but our lives were so radically different.
He was a talented artist and that is what made his heart sing, but he was even more a dedicated parent, so he worked on oil rigs or somesuch.
He'd never told any one how deeply he regretted, not so much that he was compelled to forgo his dream to paint professionally, but that no-one in his family had even been able to understand the dpeth of his passion

Anyway, years later -and years ago - I went up to visit Dave and his family. Dave and I went on a bit of a pub crawl (not my thing, but hey...).

We reminisced and nostalged, and that was delightful, indeed it was, and we revealed that both of us, back in the day, had enjoyed being sucked off by Walter (Waller) Fenwick who, Dave told me had run or was running a gay bar (in Scarboro?).

When I left, David gave me a lift to the station. Just before I got on the train, we hugged and Dave said, "You're the only bloke I've ever loved, ya know?"

Thinking of it now across the gulf of years, seeing myself as an innocent abroad, my friendship with David was a kind of template for later relationships.

If you happen to know - or knew of Walter Fenwick, it would be interesting to know.

Go well
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My biggest regret is falling in love with a 46 y/o man who never had a relationship with either sex and only came out after he met me. He had only a handful of experience with men before we met.
He cheated on me with one guy, which he told me about, this was about 3 months after we started our relationship which was about 4 months after we first met. I only found out when he tried again to cheat this year that he met the guy twice. I am not sure he was the only one now...
Now he's texting and speaking to other guys who he's never met, I only officially know about the texting, the phone call i have found out on the sly. It's a guy under half his age and is supposedly only looking for sex......
I am now being told that due to working for family he won't be with me for my birthday and now he's told the young guy that it was lovely hearing his voice. I am gutted, looks like I am due to be cheated on again and aound my birthday too.
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Many years ago, when I was in my early twenties, I worked for a company that could never keep an accountant, then one day a young, good looking, blond guy walked in and waited in my office for his interview, he was roughly the same age as me, and as he waited he pulled his trouser leg up and exposed a leg covered in thick blond hair, and from that moment I think I fancied him.
He got the accountants job, and as soon as he started working for the company, we did not get on, I found him rude and sarcastic, until eventually I could not take anymore and told my mate that when I come back from my holidays I am giving notice. While I was away on holiday my mate told the accountant what I was going to do and why, and the day I returned to work I was called into the boardroom. Expecting a bollocking, I walked into the room, and their sat the accountant and my mate, both eagerly wanting to talk me out of leaving. When they had both said their piece I still said I was going, then the accountant asked my mate to leave the two of us to talk privately. When alone he said that he was sorry for the way he had been acting and that it was his way of covering up his nerves and that it was his first position as a leader and needed guidance, help and understanding from his colleagues and that he would try and change in the future if I stayed. Well, I agreed to give it another try, and over the weeks, months and finally years the accountant and I became good friends as well as colleagues, going to lunch together, for drinks after work, and other social outings, where we would sit next to each other and our legs always touching each others, and most time pressing hard together, we also started to confided things to each other too.
During this time he got married and my feelings towards him never changed, I even thought I was in love with him, to this day I dont know if I really was or if it was just infatuaton.
Then the day came that people were being made redundant by the company, and I was the one chosen to go from our department, mainly because the financial director and myself hated each others guts, and that was the excuse he needed to get rid of me. At my lunchtime leaving drinks do, the F.D. told everyone to be back on time, but seeing as I had been paid, recieved my P45 etc; I did not care, and apparently neither did my friends and colleagues who worked there, including the accountant, as we were still in the pub at 3.00pm, and the accountant a bit worse for wear, and in not so many words, but hints, he told me that he was bisexual and that it was a pity we never did anything about it.
Shortly after I left the company the accountant and I met for a drink one evening, and he told me he had handed in his resignation, when I asked why, he told me that he was never told I was leaving until I came out of the F.D's office and told him, and that made him angry, as seeing as I was his staff he should have been asked who he wanted to go, and not have the decision made for him, and also the place was not the same without me there, he then gave me a big hug and blushed.
Nothing sexual ever happened between us, mainly because we never let it because he was married, but we both knew if things had been different and if we had the sexual liberty then that we have today it would have.
Do I regret never having had any type of sex with him? to a degree, Yes, but on the other hand, would I still have him as a good friend like I have today if I did, who knows?
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milkmal3, did your Lior spend time in Yorkshire during his stay in the UK? If so, I think I've got more than you to regret - at least you got to touch yours. Mine was working in a fast food place and I started going several times a week just to see him. It was months after he'd gone back to Israel that one of his colleagues told me I might have had a chance there - gutted!
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Some years ago, I qualified as a masseur.
In the process, Lior and I often practiced on each other, not only in the training sessions, but also vising each other's homes.

It was wonderfully erotic, and we would both be granite hard with the sheer sensuality of it all.

He was in the UK from Israel, just for the course, I think, and we got on really well.
He was a sweet natured, gentle man, mid twenties, golden skinned, perfectly formed, with won'drously curved buttocks and a wonderful cock.

Altough we touched each others cocks as we massaged, neither of us actually grabbed hold of or attempted anything explicitly sexual, even tho the room was thrumming with the possibility, until the last time we met and our final massage.

Lior had massaged me and he was now suppine on my massage table. I gave him a long, sensual massage - we knew each other's bodies well enough by now and I wanted the last to be the best; I think Lior had similar thoughts when he was ma-handling me.

As we drew toward the last few minutes of his massage, him face up, I was gently stroking him from torso to toe and back again.
Of course my fingers kept touching his erect cock, but no more than that until, in last moments, I actually gripped it.
It felt wonderful, looked beautiful - definitely edible, and Oh, how I wanted to..

But I didn't!

Don't really know why unless I was wary of spoiling some idyllic liaison, or violating some lurking ideal of Platonic love (yeah, right!).

I leaned over and fleetingly, my lips touched his, "That's it!" I said and stood back. There were tears in my eyes.

He stood up and, both naked, we hugged.

We dressed, had a coffee, said goodbye and ... that was it.

Regrets? Yes and no.

'No' because I think that if we'd 'done it' he would not shine quite so brightly in my memory; he'd just be another sexual encounter, and I have many of those stored for recall when memories are all I have.

'Yes' because I'll never know, but then again, so what?

Go well
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Andy Finley, So sorry that U had 2 end ur relationship...... R U alright, he understand or not. I bet when U see him inthe shop u have feelings for him and I bet he has feeligns for U as well.....
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I never believed in sex addiction. I thought it was a convienient excuse for fucking around. I didn't believe in sex addiction until I met Andrew (Sex Addict). The people on this site who read my past stories would have noticed that i was absent for a while (around 3 months to be precise), that's because I happened to be in a relationship, with the aforementioned Andrew. We met a while ago, he works in a shop local to me and I would go in there just to gawp at him, he is georgeous! He is tanned, his body in sculpted to perfection, his smile lit up the darkest of rooms and he seemed to be a lovely bloke so I chatted him up on every chance I got, until he got the message and asked me out on a "date" in early December 2009.

We organised to meet up in our local pub, it was around 3pm on a saturday, I made my way to the pub. From outside I could see him sitting at the bar, talking to the barman and I walked in. As I walked towards him, a smile lit up his face, turning towards the barman he said,

"And here he is now......" pulling out a stool for me to sit on.

"Talking about me? It better have only been good things" I said confidently as I perched next to him ordering my first pint.

Andrew smiled and took a sip of his bottle, staring me in the eye smirking as he did so. We sat talking, played pool, played darts and laughed for hours, getting more and more pissed as we went. The pub was getting full by this time so Andrew suggested we go elsewhere. There are a few bars near my flat so I suggested we go for the bus and make our way to "The Turf", a local pub that is spitting distance from my flat. He agreed and we made our way towards to bus stop.

The bus came pretty quickly, we continued to get on like a house on fire, laughing as we travelled. As the bus made it's way along the road where my flat is situated I pointed to my flat, with that Andrew hit the bell and said,

"Come on, I love these flats, let me have a peek" he said pulling me by the hand to get me off the bus.

"Okay" I said laughing as we stumbled across the grass towards my flat. I entered the hallway and walked up the stairs, followed closely by Andrew. We made conversation about how much the flat cost, what the neighbours are like, the internet connection etc, until we made it to my front door. We walked in and I gave him the guided tour, when we hit the kitchen he opened my fridge (without invertation) and looked around it,

"You've got plenty of drink in here" Andrew said, showing me a box of Lagers I had in there

"We could just have a drink here, if you want" Andrew suggested.

"Yeah whatever, I'm easy" I answered as I got us both a glass.

We continued to talk as we had before, laughing loudly after almost every sentence. It ended up around 10.30pm and neither of us had shut up all night. It is very rare I have that sought of connection with a man, so I was savouring every minute. We had been together for hours now, and the subject of sex hadn't been brought up once until now, even though this was the first sex talk mentioned he made it obvious what he wanted.

"So am I gonna get a shag out of this or what?" Andrew said smiling, moving towards me

"You know what? I think you just might" I whispered, leaning backwards with my arms wrapped lightly around his neck.

Then we kissed for the first time. It was absolutely electric. We hadn't even went near eachothers bodies, but my dick was rock hard in 10 seconds flat and so was his. My lips quivered as we passionately embraced, our clothes being shedded as we went. His body was amazing, sculpted, hairless. His dick was above average, a slight bit of hair and uncut. We made our way to the bedroom leaving our clothes in the living room, we had barely uttered a word to eachother but the passsion was electricfying.

We went on to have the most amazing sex, we came 4 or 5 times as we tried out dozens of positions, we swapped roles (he was top first, then me), our faces looked chafed from the fact we'd kissed for literally hours. We continued to fuck for around 5 or 6 hours (the longest I have ever done, I'm usually a wham bam thank you mam kinda guy), but not this evening, I wanted to drink in every last inch of him, which i did, until we fell asleep in eachothers arms.

I was awoken the next day at around half past nine with the pleasure of a pair of lips wrapped around my cock.

"Morning" I smiled as I moved him up my body until his chest met mine.

He looked so intense as he licked his fingers and started playing with my hole, I was in heaven as he entered me and fucked me slowly (still without a word) until he came. The relief on his face when he came was as if he hadn't had sex for months but we had just fucked all night, I brought it up:

"Christ, did you not get enought last night" I asked as his now flacid dick was removed from my well used arse.

"I can't ever get enough" Andrew jokingly replied as he kissed me

In previous relationships I am a fan of taking it slowly so the next few weeks were very out of character of me. That Sunday he didn't leave my flat, we didn't even get dressed. We spent all day getting to know eachother (sober this time), then we would either have sex, give/recieve a blow job, wank or we would just simply sit and kiss. It was so new, he was so perfect, I felt as if i were walking on air. He didn't leave until he had to go to work on the Monday morning as did I, we had sex again before leaving the house.

Things from that time moved very quickly, he spent most nights as my place, infact he would come to mine straight from work. He had called me his boyfriend and so had I. We were a legitimate couple and had decided that we would be monogomous to which we both agreed. It felt like the early stages of something wonderful, he said he fancied me so much that he wanted to fuck whenever he could. I was pleased with this for the first month but it became a little too much.

I would get home from work at around 7pm, he returned from his job at around 5.30pm. He would clean the house, have my dinner ready even run me a bath if he knew I had a stressful day, we very quickly got into a routine that went a little like this: Wake up at 8am, Have Sex, Get showered, Go to work, Get home from work, Eat, Have Sex, Watch tele, Have sex if someone Andrew fancied was on tele, Read e-mails, sit down with wine, Give Andrew head, shower before bed, Have Sex, Sleep. It was almost like he was possessed, even when we had a niggling argument he would expect me to fuck him, I realised that this guy was definately addicted to sex, so decided to confront the problem head on. I told him I can't keep having sex at the rate we were, that our relationship had to be about more than sex. He understand and we started doing it a lot less. Until about 1 month passed.

This was the day we split, we were watching the TV.

"I'm horny, come here suck my cock" Andrew said, as he always did, undoing his belt

"Na, have a wank" I said jokingly

"Fucking come on!" Andrew said angrily, "I think we need to talk" he then said, looking upset

He went on to say this obviously practised speach about how if we weren't having sex we may as well just be friends who live together, he said that I musn't fancy him anymore as we used to fuck all the time. And then finally added, because of this, he had cheated on me......a lot. Since the day I stopped shagging him so much (down to once a day!) he had cheated with 3 exes and "a few randoms" and apparantly I was "Partly to blame".

I don't suffer fools gladly, so after hours of fighting, crying and pleading (on his behalf), I coldly ended the relationship and went back to my old life. But looking back, I regret not trying to help him. He is a wonderful person, he's just controlled by sex. I don't profess to be an expert on the subject but if I had put the effort in we could have built a wonderful life together, but I couldn't forgive. It hasn't been that long since this all happened so I don't know what lessons it has taught me, I hope to find out soon.
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Fuckin hot BJMAN I remnember my first blow job so hot
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Many, many years ago, when I was in my later teens, we used to have what was called a tally man call on us every monday. My Mum used to pay him weekly for clothes and household goods that we needed at the time, similar to todays catalogue companies, but in those days it was a personal sevice. The man who used to call was an old guy, but he retired and we got a new younger guy call on us, he was about mid to late twenties, good looking, dark hair, slim, and dressed very fashionable. As I was young and very impressionable, he made quite an impact on me, and we became very chatty whenever he called, and friendly with each other.
One day he called and my Mum had gone to the shops, I told him she would not be long and he said he would wait, so he came into the kitchen like he always did. As he waited we chatted and he said he might as well put himself straight while he waited, then he undid his trousers and they dropped to his knees, he put his hand inside his briefs and adjusted himself, then pulled his trousers up and zipped up again, all the time I watched him do this, and for the first time I saw how hairy a mans thighs can be, his legs and thighs were covered in thick dark hair, that disappeared into the bulge of his white briefs. He must have known that I was watching him, then before my mum came back he asked what I was doing during the College break over the summer, I replied not much, just hanging about with mates I suppose. He then asked if I wanted to make some pocket money every monday when on holiday, so I said sure, how? He told me he was always busy on Mondays and it was a pain having to lock/unlock the small van he drives everytime he calls on a customer, and all I had to do was sit in the van and look after it for him, and keep him company, and that I would have to start about 8.30am and not get home until about 7.00pm, but he would buy me lunch, drinks etc., I said yes, and he said I should ask my Mum first, which I did, and after he answered a few more of her questions she agreed.
Two weeks later I went out on my first run with him and we had a good time, he bought sandwiches for lunch and we ate them in the park, and he once again adjusted himself, like he had a few times before during the morning, through his trousers. He dropped me off home about 7.00pm, and asked if I wanted to go out again on friday as he was doing two rounds that day, because his mate was having a day off and he agreed to do his round for him, so I said yes.
Friday came, we worked the morning, and had a late lunch, this time sitting in the van in a lay-by because it was pissing down with rain by then. After we had eaten, and before we drove off, he once more adjusted himself, but this time he took longer doing it and it looked bigger than before. We did a few more calls but it seemed everyone was out as he was getting no replies, so he said "shall we call it a day and go home", I told him it was up to him he was the bossman, so that was what we did, he then asked if I minded going to his place first so he could get out of his wet clothes, and I said it was ok with me.
When we got to his small flat, he asked if I wanted to stay there for a while , and as I was not expected home until about 7 or 8pm, I agreed, and he said good, that meant he could have a nice long warm bath, and if I wanted I could talk to him while he was in the bath. He made two cups of coffee handed me one and said follow me, so I followed him into his bedroom, where he stripped down to his briefs, and then to the bathroom, where he stripped naked and got into the bath and laid there. The water was about half way up his chest so his crotch area was covered by water and foam bubbles, and we talked about things and finally he got round to the subject of girlfriends, sex, mates and so on.
He told me he did not have a girlfriend anymore, and then out of the blue he said to me "do you wank off?", I blushed and just nodded, then he said "dont be embarrassed, I do to, as well as most other guys in the world" and grinned at me, and I grinned back. He then stood in the bath and asked me to give him the towel, and as I did I saw that his cock was more than semi, and rising fast, he towelled himself dry and by then his cock was rock solid, very large, very thick, very, very, veiny, and had a big plum shaped head pointing skywards, with two big hairy balls hanging beneath it, and between his hairy thighs. I just sat there staring at his cock and balls, when he said "is this the first time you have seen a guy with the horn", and I told him yes, he did not answer but said come on, and went back into his bedroom. When we were back in there he laid on his back on the bed, his cock roaring upwards still, and patted the bed for me to sit there with him, which I did, he then said "are your hard too?", to which I nodded, he then asked If I wanted to strip off and lay there with him, again I just nodded, so he told me to go ahead then. When I was naked too, I laid next to him and shivered with excitement, but he thought I was cold so he pulled the cover over us and snuggled up to me and held me close to him, our bodies and especially our cocks pressed together. His cock kept throbbing and he said he was so horny he could do with a wank, would I mind if he had one, I croaked out "no, thats ok" and went to get up and leave the room, and he pulled me back and said"dont be silly, stay". As he wanked he slid the cover off of him and he saw me watching his hand stoking his cock and balls, then he reached across found my cock and started to wank me too, this was not new to me as I had done the same with mates , but never had a mans hand on my cock, or even seen a mans cock like his before.
The cover was soon on the floor and he took my hand and placed it on his cock and let me wank him, then he leant over me and lowered his head down to my stomach and started to lick and kiss me there, I laid there my hand still on his cock, my eyes shut, and then I felt his mouth close over the top of my cock, I had never felt anything like that before and moaned aloud, this he took as permission and sucked my cock long and hard, needless to say I did not last long and soon shot my load into his mouth, my very first blow job, and the first time anyone had ever swallowed my cum.
I laid there recovering, he asked if I was alright, and I nodded, looked at him and smiled, he smiled back and then he knelt up on the bed and offered his cock to my mouth, I told him I had never done that before and did not know how to, he then said to me, just think of it as a thick straw in your mouth and suck like you were drinking through the straw. He placed his knees each side of my shoulders and and pushed his cock downwards towards my mouth, I open my mouth and he slid his cock in, it tasted a bit soapy and salty, but before I knew what was happening his cock filled my mouth and he said suck. I started to suck like he said and soon I got a sort of rhythm going and he started moaning and said "yes, you are a natural", and then he started to pump my mouth, after what seemed like forever he yelled out "fuck" and filled my mouth, and then my face with his warm, heavy cum load.
We both laid there panting and sweaty, and me hard again, this time he just reached over and wanked me off, letting my load land on my stomach, which he then licked off of me.
After about ten minutes he pulled me up, we went into the bathroom again, he topped the bath up with hot water and we both got in and cleaned ourselves up, him drying me off and me drying his cock, balls and legs. He made me promise not to tell anyone what happened as he would get into trouble and probably end up in jail, he need not have worried as no way would I tell anyone, and I could not see at the time that he had done anything wrong anyhow, although my mature mind now can see that he had.
I continued to go out with him on Mondays and most Fridays too, and everytime we ended up at his flat where our cocks and balls got licked and sucked to completion at least twice, each time. He also taught me how to kiss properly, and he found quite a few spots on my body that turned me on instantly, and me him too. The holidays ended and I went back to finish my final year at College, and soon after he got another job, a promotion, and had to move away from the London area. I did meet him a few times before he left on a Saturday and/or Sunday afternoon. On our very last meeting he asked if he could do something that he had wanted to do for me for ages, he told me that he wanted to rim me, I was not to sure what he meant, but when he said it would not hurt and I would enjoy it, I let him, in fact by that time I would have let him do anything he wanted to me as I was starting to fall for this man. When he left I felt so lonely, and I had no one to enjoy the type of sex fun I had enjoyed with him, all my mates and me did was wank off together, and that was not very often. I never did see or hear from him ever again, he did say a clean and final break was best, and I suppose in a way it was, but I did miss him, and I did shed a few tears.
Until now this has been my secret, and I have never told anyone about it before, he was the first man I had ever done anything with, and I think the first man I had ever had any real feeling for execpt of course within my famiy. I will never reveal his name to anyone that will forever remain a secret, known only to me.


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Posted on Friday, March 19, 2010 - 07:30 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only) Ban Poster IP (Moderator/Admin only)

Regrets, i've got a few but then again to few to mention......where does one start. I met a lad about 15 yrs ago. Why didn't I or couldn't I tell him what I felt.......If Only Eh!
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Posted on Wednesday, November 25, 2009 - 12:00 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only) Ban Poster IP (Moderator/Admin only)

I have had an affair of sorts with a much younger married man (22 years younger than me)
on and off for about 14 years now. I say 'on and off' as he moved to the South Coast soon after their daughter was born about 11 years ago, so we rarely have an opportunity to get together. His wife knows the situation and once said to me: 'If I kick the bucket, you can have him all to yourself'.

He first came on to me in a straight pub, suggesting we go on to a gay one. Always it is the same pattern, he has to have a few drinks to get in the mood and let go his inhibitions. Then sometimes it is too much - snogging me in the street, holding my hand in public, and even snogging me in a straight pub in front of friends and my nephew on one occasion.

But he'll never go all the way with gay sex, and never let's himself cum. He's given me oral, and let me give him oral, but never all the way. He has given me hand-jobs all the way, and seems fascinated in watching me cum.

After a sex session he often makes an excuse to go to the toilet, and spends ages in there. I suspect he jerks off thinking about what we've done, but if he came while in bed with me he'd feel guilty. So long as he doesn't cum with me in bed I suspect he feels he hasn't really cheated on his wife. But from what I hear there's precious little sex in his married life anyway, separate bedrooms. In fact I have suspicions his wife is a lesbian. Once she got the daughter she wanted, and an unpaid skivvy (he does most of the housework and earns the money) his sexual services seem to be no longer required. When they lived in London she hung around drinking pints of beer with a very butch dyke.

My friend at first insisted he wasn't gay, but later admitted at the age of about 18 he had some sort of long-standing S&M relationship with a much older man who later died. Only after that did he marry the nearest thing he could to a man at the time, this butch, bossy woman who treats him like shit.

He's a lovely man, and once said he'd be my partner were he not already married. I don't hold out any real hopes of him being my partner, but he certainly gave me a big boost and got me out of my depression a few years after my gay partner died after 21 years together. If we are lucky, we manage to sleep together about once a year now, but as I say he always needs a few beers to get him in the mood.

I'm sure he'd have been happier living with a guy, but the circles he was moving in at the time would not accept this, retaining attitudes of many years ago. I find this very sad, but quite common in such circles. One of his best friends, also married at the time but now separated/divorced, touched me up quite openly on one occasion when he too had been drinking. So many men just cannot accept their gay feelings.
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Posted on Tuesday, November 24, 2009 - 10:24 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only) Ban Poster IP (Moderator/Admin only)

Seladang, part 2 soon pls.....
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Posted on Tuesday, November 24, 2009 - 02:36 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only) Ban Poster IP (Moderator/Admin only)

I first posted this story on another site under another screen name:-
the story is called homemade brandy.
I used to go for a drink with my frends every Friday after work we had all known each other for over 10 years.
this particular Friday John dominated the conversation with his talk about his homemade Brandy, telling us all that it was ready for drinking, and he invited us all to go to his place that night, and help him drink it however he warned us that we should only have two glasses as it was very strong.
By about 10pm everyone had left leaving just me and John as I was about to buy another round John
once again susgested we go to his place to try his brandy, well as it was on my way home I thought why not two glasses and an early night.
He poured two quite large glasses and asked me to try it well I did get a surprise it was very nice so we just sat there chatting and drinking his brandy.
I was feeling very relaxed and comfortable,
john refilled my glass and as he when to put the bottle on the table he knocked the TV remote onto the floor, I picked it up and in doing so I must have pressed the play button.
The screen just filled with a porno, well that stopped the conversation.
It did not take long before I had a hard-on however My cock was in an uncomfortable position I was trying to move it into a more comfortable position without John seeing what I was doing.
The next thing I know john it standing in front of me saying can I help you with that problem you have?
Before I knew what was happing he unzipped my trousers slid his hand in and took my stiff hard cock out, well I was compleatly shocked I had never had another man touch my cock before, but the feel of his hand was something else, I had Oh so many different emotions fly through my mind in as many seconds,I just kept wacthing the porno, the next shock was John taking my stiff hard cock in his mouth, Oh man what a lovely feeling, he certainly knew what he was doing, it did not take long before I knew I was going to cum I told John I was about to cum, to give him time to move his mouth from my cock but he just worked it even faster.
Then it was too late as the first spurt of my hot spunk smashed into the roof of his mouth followed by about 5 or 6 more spurts.
After I had shot my spunk I just sat there in shock "what had I done"
The first thing I did was to finnish my drink in one go, and just sat there.and poured myself a large glass
John was very good with me and talked me through it, asking me if I had enjoyed it I could not say NO, as he knew I had enjoyed him sucking my cock.
Then he asked me if I had never thought about sucking a cock before, well of course I had I said but never got around to it as it was just a sexual fantasy.
He then told me that he would like me to try with him but because He had done it with me I did not have to do it.
Well I was pretty well smashed by then and I think I would have done anything he asked me.
So this is the first time I sucked a big stiff hard cock,firstly I had to hold his cock and I now have to admit that it did feel good, next I licked the shaft, then I flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock tasting his pre cum then very slowly took his cock into my mouth trying to do the same as he had done to me, John held my head down,telling me I was doing very good, however unlike me John did not tell me when he was about to cum and the next thing I knew was feeling his hot spunk smash into the roof of my mouth, he filled my mouth with so much spunk I had no choice but to swallow his spunk.
Now I go to John`s house every friday night after we have had a good drink with our friends.
This is now our secret.
If you want to hear more about me and John then why dont you Email me or tell me one of your secrets by email
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Posted on Thursday, November 19, 2009 - 10:43 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only) Ban Poster IP (Moderator/Admin only)

(bi now gay later?)
I think a lot of 'straight' guys retain a little streak of gay yearning and are pleased to have a good gay or bi friend who has the will, the willie, the discretion - and dick erectum - to satisfy the lustful longing.

That they feel ashamed or embarressed may have as much to do with the knowledge they are 'cheating' on their partners, and that to discuss it would be to admit they are also, in a way, sort of cheating themselves.

Over my long life, I've had relationships with a number of 'straight' / married guys, some who - for familial, cultural or religious reasons - were definitely ashamed, others who were just being prudent.

Ravi, about whom I've written elsewhere on gaybod, Gerald, who was married when we met and for whom I was the first man sex, and others whose names I've forgotten or whose love dare not speak its name, have declared "Never Again" - over and over and over.

At the time they said it, I beleive they meant it; but cock kept calling, and they kept coming (back).

There is, is there not, something special about being forbidden fruit, so to speak.

Go well
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Kirkbylad;
I can relate to your posting as I had a mate similar to yours a few years ago. Most weekends we would go out drinking with our other mates, but him and me always ended up in bed together and always had some kind of sex fun, including deep kissing, cuddling, in fact everything except fucking, but the next day nothing was ever mentioned about the night before, this went on for years until he eventually married and moved away, and in the end we lost touch with each other.
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Posted on Friday, October 30, 2009 - 11:10 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only) Ban Poster IP (Moderator/Admin only)

This secret must be common. I'm 39 and single, my best mate is the same age, married with two kids. Due to geography we hardly see each other, but when we do beers are always involved. The last 6 times we have met up have been stag weekends, and each time we have shared a bed (which we have done since the age of 14!!!!) Nothing sexual ever used to happen, until last year. The first time he had been having issues with his wife so came to see me. We had a few beers then shared a bed in my flat (top to toe), I caught his arse, he turned over with a hard on and thrust it in my mouth. He even held my hair as he came. But never mentioned it the next day!!!He'll only have fun when it's pitch black and although he has sucked my cock, he will never talk about things in the daytime. But still when they all come to visit he puts his wife and kids in one room, and says "I'll share with your uncle" as though it's a punishment. Yet every time I end up getting mouth fucked. I'll never understand peopl

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