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     Saunagay Unregistered guest Posted From: 62.3.206.17 Rating: N/A |
Know, to an extent, what Ted means tho I do love the Internet. An overweight 'daddy' does seem to get more attention than someone who takes a bit more care of themselves, funny that. Probably the current taste for 'bears', who do nothing for me, but good for them as a few years ago they would have been the ones being ignored. Perhaps we'll be back in fashion soon Ted, altho not, of course, with the dead over 30 brigade! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| DIRTYTEEN Unregistered guest Posted From: 91.104.52.209 Rating: |
dont go for the daddy look, just dont mind older guys ted gay, i dont think 65 is that old i have had pleny of great grandads with nice cocks! who can still get it up! old guys av soft body hair that i find horny but hope i dont give any heart attacks! as there breathing gets out of control! but i think of old as late 70's not 65 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Ted_gay New member Username: Ted_gay Post Number: 87 Registered: 06-2009 Rating: N/A |
This correspondence about younger guys being attracted to older guys. Yes, it does happen. I cruise the backroom clubs occasionally, and while I get some attention at 65 from younger guys, I don't appear to have the right look. By this I mean the 'daddy' look. I've noticed that overweight older guys, especially if they are hairy and with either gray/white hair or balding, seem to be what so many of the younger guys are looking for. I don't really fit this image at all, in fact don't fit any gay stereotype image. As to the various Internet dating sites, some specifically for older guys and their admirers, this is not for me. I wouldn't want to meet anyone via the Internet, I still prefer the old fashioned way of meeting up in person. You just don't know who's on the other end of the line, I find the whole idea too risky and offputting. I don't have a webcam, and have no intention of getting one - again too risky, I don't want to be visible to strangers on the Internet, who could be serial killers, homophobes or goodness knows what. At least the backroom clubs and saunas are safe spaces to cruise, but no way will I shave my hair off, grow a huge beer gut or a beard and mustache just to fit some stereotype daddy image. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Hgtoder Unregistered guest Posted From: 80.225.63.186 Rating: N/A |
nawtynawty30 . I use the site .www.silverdaddies.com although this site is worlwide, there are still a lot in this country, there is also Daddyhunt, the latter I do not know what it is liike as I do not use it. Good luck. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| nawtynawty30 check this Unregistered guest Posted From: 195.93.21.39 Rating: N/A |
can you mail me the details?? douwant2makelove@aol.com | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| nawtynawty30 Unregistered guest Posted From: 85.233.95.134 Rating: N/A |
there are are sites where many younger men specifically ask for older men, don't bother with Saunas, im 30 and love fucking the oldies, as long as they treat with respect there is no problem, the internet has helped in a way too, as there are now specialist sites, where it's specifically for older men who seek younger men or vice versa, so generally your only going to get messages from the right group of people. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Mechanic New member Username: Mechanic Post Number: 65 Registered: 08-2009 Rating: |
Good to read that there are few people left who are looking for cock fun whoever the cock is attached to, and not for body beautiful!! OK - we all meet people from time to time who as individuals just do not tick our box for one reason or another but those who exclude entire groups of people are probably missing a lot in life. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| DIRTYTEEN Unregistered guest Posted From: 91.104.4.72 Rating: |
IAM 18 but like older guys of any age! a cock a cock! iam not looking for romance just a bit of fun its not age that puts me off just camp o.t.t guys of any age 16 upwards no thanks! a horny guy in his 40's white trainers black socks tracks, beer belly, tatts just the bloke down ya local! not a older queen dressed like a chav! thats just sad and i dont do pretty gay boys of my own age thats too easy an fuckin boring so dont give up on us teens! we are out there but not often in saunas! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| old or young???? Unregistered guest Posted From: 195.93.21.39 Rating: |
been reading the various posts on here and find some rather strange and others who have themselves to blame. I am approaching 75 yrs of age (poor old bitch I hear you say). But I still do the saunas and the cruising grounds and with a deal of success. BUT I ALWAYS and I repeat I ALWAYS respect the younger guys and I NEVER approach them unless there is at least a flicker of interest from them. If they say NO I appreciate that NO does mean NO. I now have quite a few guys in their 20's and 30's who will have a chat to me if they see me cruising or in the sauna and also have 5 or 6 who I have sex with. IMO we oldies have to respect the youngsters and then we get respect back. A few weeks ago I in a sauna and a guy about 50 was making a complete arse of himself chasing a young guy around despite the youngster telling him (politely) that he was not interested and eventually the young guy got fed up and left. I took it on myself to mention to the older guy that he was out of order the way he had pursued the youngster. The response was "if he did not want sex he should not have come in". I offered myself for some fun to see what would happen and YES you got it I was TO OLD!!!!!!!!!!!! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Ted_gay New member Username: Ted_gay Post Number: 86 Registered: 06-2009 Rating: N/A |
fur-bi - yes, and I think a lot of us are guilty of this. Not everyone of course, but I know I am. I have all but retired from the gay scene now, and why - well probably because at 65 I can't really attract guys in their 20s, and guys my own age don't really attract me. My sights are definitely lower - a guy in his 40s can look very young and attractive to me now, but very rarely guys my own age. For me the reason is not growing old together. I lived with my life-partner for 21 years till he died at age 48. We were both in our 20s when we met, so hardly noticed the gradual change as we grew older. Sex and the physical attraction became much less important as real love took over, and we became soul-mates, deeply in love and caring for/needing each other. Fleeting encounters in a sauna or backroom are quite different. People are looking for a quick thrill, and of course the younger ones are always going to be more attractive for this leaving us older ones facing far too much competition. That's partly why I've largely given up on the scene - do I still want to be doing it in 10 or 20 years if I'm still around? No. Also my libido is much less strong than it once was. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| fur_bi Unregistered guest Posted From: 86.128.164.95 Rating: N/A |
I think you have hit the nail on the head there Historian. I have only been 'doing things' with guys for 9 years but even in that short time the ageist attitude has become really much more noticeable. One thing that did make me laugh was in the sauna in Cardiff, a guy in his 40's, just an ordinary guy, was trying to cruise a young fella, very early 20's,and he couldn't understand why the kid didn't want to know, and he was being very rude about it.The amusing thing about this episode was that the 40's guy had very nastily told me that he would never go with someone like me who was older than him. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Historian Unregistered guest Posted From: 81.147.163.183 Rating: |
My early days were marked by the old laws where male sex was illegal and anyone caught was likely to be publicly humiliated so consequently anyone cruising was very discrete. No one was particularly mobile and often action was with someone you had met before. I used to see a young farm worker quite often - never by arrangement but just by chance. We were sometimes both having a pint in the village pub with our mates and would just acknowledge each other as everybody knew everybody else is those days. Sometimes when I went to the toilet he would casually follow for a quickie or to sort something out for later. Thinking back, and thinking about now, I give higher marks to the old days despite the greater freedom these days. Freedom and greater mobility, plus the Internet of course, has resulted in the 'arrival' of the more extrovert on the cruising scene - people who would never have dared to show their colours in the old days and in many cases it is these extroverts who have now taken over in many locations with the result that anyone wanting a quiet, discrete meet has difficulty in finding anywhere where that is possible without running the gauntlet of groups of camp individuals, TV's, Doggers even and with more regret often young Gay men with a very unpleasant ageist attitude. In the old days age never seemed to be a factor: quite why it has become so I have yet to understand. The only theory I have is that in the old days families and communities mixed together socially and all ages were represented but today it is rare - youngsters seem to disown their Parents and vice versa at the first opportunity and social integration no longer exists so one age group becomes increasingly anti other age groups. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Mechanic New member Username: Mechanic Post Number: 49 Registered: 08-2009 Rating: N/A |
Nickup4it - thanks for that recollection from your dear friend. My family worked on the land and in the 1940's there were three Italian Workers living living in the Farmhouse itself. They were amongst the nicest people you could meet - and most hard working. I was still at Primary School and remember going swimming with them in the local river in the Summer and being taken there and back on the cross bar of one of their bicycles together with other lads and we all had a brilliant time. All very straight and nothing in anyway sexual but at that age they were men and we were boys and I suppose there was some degree of 'hero-worship' I remember being very sad when they eventually left. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Nickup4it New member Username: Nickup4it Post Number: 26 Registered: 07-2009 Rating: |
This is a true happening which happened to a very dear friend who died a couple of years ago and he wanted me to let people know as he did not get a chance to get it in print before he died ================================================== MY LOVER – MY ENEMY The cruel ravages of the Second World War, are now often little more than memories both, bitter and sweet and tender. Sir Winston Churchill's vision at the end of that terrible conflict is now an accepted reality. The European Union. Many man made barriers have fallen, and hopefully, those remaining eventually will crumble away. Love, that deep innate unpredictable emotion of physical desire, knows no restraint, overcoming all divisions of race, religion, colour, gender, social status and age differential are mere obstacles to be swept aside. This brief narrative is an account of how two young men brought together as a result of this world conflict triumphed in fulfilling their desire and love for each other. ++++++++++++++++++ Although so long ago it seems as near as only yesterday, I close my eyes and he is here, I feel his beautiful body pressed close against mine, I breath in deep gulps of his strong manly scent. I'm lying on my back, legs wide apart as I raise myself for his entry and I feel again his strong and urgent thrusting, faster and deeper, as his excitement grows. I reach up and pull him hard against me, then he groans aloud as with a violent shudder his hot semen like liquid fire spurts deep within my eagerly waiting body. As he subsides I wrap my legs around him. While he regains his breath and I drink in his salty sweat and suck his nipples. We would often lay together after a session locked inside either Emil in me or me in Emil, at other times we would lay in the sixty-nine position sucking each others cocks eager for the resulting spurting creamy liquid, Emil tasted so good I could never have enough. I think it must be true that male cum is full of mineral and vitamins because during our time together I developed body strength and a good physique. But of course in those days there was no such thing as AIDS and HIV to worry about. A number of Italian prisoners of war had been brought here because of the shortage of manpower due to the conflict; it had been recognised that many Italians were against being forced into the war by a dictator. They hated and had no interest in fighting and gave themselves up at the first opportunity, and it was also recognised that they were adept in agriculture and farming generally. Quite a number were based at a camp that had been constructed within the grounds of an old country mansion house just a few miles away and then transported to various farms each day. Because of this their attitude to the conflict and readiness to work they enjoyed a much greater freedom than other P.O.W's. It is early spring 1944, I was just twenty at the time and had been working on the farm since I left school a few years previous. To be honest I did not find myself sexually attracted to girls - Oh yes I had female friends I liked very much, but nothing more than that. A number of former school mates had girl friends and the liked to boast about what they got up to, but I tended to shy away and keep myself to myself - a bit of a loner. Without realising it I was developing an interest towards my own sex and my bedroom walls were adorned with many sports and especially body builders with their wonderful physiques. Three Italians had been assigned to work on our farm but being by nature shy I did not associate with them, until one day that is. I had gone up into the hayloft which ran the full length of the cow sheds and tractor sheds, quite an extensive area which apart from a few tons of hay was also used to store grain and chaff also beet pulp sacks. There were also tarpaulins and tent canvas plus other various odds and ends. My task was to clear up all the old hay to make ready for the new that would be ready in a couple of months or thereabouts. Hardly had I decided where to start when I heard a call from below – “Peter” – “up here” I shouted back. I then heard someone coming up the steps and as he stepped onto the loft floor I turned towards him, a shaft of sunlight from one of the skylights shone directly upon him, I stood spell bound – speechless – oblivious to his prisoner of war attire. I saw only his beautiful features, those warm expressive brown eyes, dark thick hair, gleaming white teeth, a lovely suntan and with his angular physique he looked a roman god. Then he spoke to me “Peter – I come to help you”, he spoke my name, then finding my voice “You know my name?” I queried. “Yes of course, I ask Thomas (a tractor driver) and he tell me because I want speak with you”. There was something in his expression that made me feel ashamed of myself; I apologised, explaining that I was naturally shy with strangers. He nodded with understanding and then with that heart melting smile stepped toward me with out stretched hand, as our hands clasped it was as though an electric shock shot up my arm – my whole being responded and his smile widened into a wide grin. “My name is Emil, now we are not strangers – no?” Suddenly I felt happy – so happy – light headed as I responded “No, we are not strangers” and in that instant of time I recognised my sexuality, it came like a blinding flash. Emil read my feelings and reacted as he lifted my hands in his kissing each one in turn and then slid his hands up my arms until they rested on and then gripped my shoulders. Quite unconsciously my hands reached out with my arms going around his waist, our bodies came together as we tasted our first kiss, Oh so tender, at first so gentle but then passion are aroused and we want each other, need each other, we were made for each other. After closing the trap door and placing a heavy weight on it we spread some canvas sheets and sacks in the hay and made a bed – our love nest. We eagerly undressed each other until we stood in only our underpants. I stood back from Emil drinking in his manly beauty, his deeply tanned physique, not too muscular but well defined with a vee shape of dark hair from his chest tapering to a point, as yet, out of sight in his underpants. His narrow waist making his chest seem even wider, in contrast my physique was pale, still quite boyish and undeveloped. Emil reached out and pulled my hand against him, closed his mouth over mine forcing his tongue into my mouth, I sucked it, sucked his saliva down. I could feel his cock pressing hard and throbbing against my own, then his hand slid down and inside my pants and clasped my cock, now bigger than I had ever known. He then whispered “Peter I like to fuck you please” and my answer was to reach down to squeeze his throbbing shaft, we lay down, me on my back, Emil then lifted my legs so that he could enter me from the front position. I whispered “Emil, please be gentle as it is my first time”. “Yes I know Peter and I want you to enjoy so much” – “I will be very slow and gentle”, it was obvious Emil who was almost 21 years of age was sexually very experienced, and he was indeed gentle and very considerate, it was wonderful, beyond words. My tight ring muscles gradually gave way to the gentle pressure of his great cock head, then a sudden trust and it was in and he eased the length of his shaft forward until its full length was deep inside. Then I heard his soft husky voice “it feels good Peter?” he asked, by this time I was ecstatic with desire – “Emil fuck me good” I pleaded. He needed no persuasion beginning with slow thrusts increasing until he was thrusting full depth faster and faster, I cried out “Emil hurt me, give me pain, give me more” with that he went wild as his cock suddenly spurted hot cum into my eager depths. His whole body shuddered and convulsed as he cried out in utter pleasure. Then slowly relaxing he just lay on top of me our eager mouths together, tongues massaging each other’s. Then suddenly uncontrolled words came to my lips “Emil, I love you”, triggering a reaction deep within him, his cock still inside jerked and stiffened and I could feel it pulsating. With his mouth close to my ear he softly said” This time we go slow and long Peter – OK?” Oh yes please Emil”, I replied. I was beside myself with pleasure and enjoyment, as I had never experienced before. Each time his thrusting brought him near to a climax he stopped for a few moments and then began again until eventually he could hold back no longer and his cock forced deep into its target. Emil then withdrew and I went down and sucked it into my mouth, my own cock had spurted a stream of cum which had spread all over my stomach. Emil kissed and sucked it all away and then looking me in the eyes he said quietly “I love you also” and I knew from his expression that he was very sincere. In the days and nights to come Emil and I spent as much time as possible together. I sometimes cycled to the POW camp where Emil would be waiting. I had no problem getting in, the big house and the camp were set within woodlands and although no big trees were near the inside of the fence there was a giant Cedar quite near on the outside. I would climb this to a high over hanging branch and securely tie one of our ropes around it, dropping the other end inside the camp. Emil would hold it whilst I slid down. We had a special place amidst the trees, an old willow tree blown partly over at some time in its history so it now became a leaning giant. It was whilst leaning against this or leaning back against it that we would fuck each other in turn. Each time was like a first time. Four other guys slept in the same hut as Emil, Franc, Georgia, Guessed and Armando, they all of them knew were so good looking and sexy. They knew of the relationship between Emil and myself and were quite happy about it and the relieved their sexual desires with one another, It would have been so easy to indulge with all of them but Emil and I were one to one guys. I would sometimes share Emil's single bed, which was a hard straw mattress, but it was heaven just being with him and those nights we did not sleep very much. I wanted to kiss him, lick him, eat him and fuck him and wanted him to do the same to me, and we did. Spring became summer, summer became autumn and autumn became winter and then came the bombshell, I was called up for the Army. That last night I sucked Emil's cock so many times because we did not know when we would meet again. I had the crazy idea that if I sucked enough of his cum it would last inside me until me met again. That night we fucked each other until overcome with exhaustion and that final morning we held each other bathed in each others tears, I hear his final words ringing in my ears “Peter, I lover you for ever”. That was the last time I saw Emil, following my army training at the Guards depot at Caterham in Surrey I was eventually posted to Germany, a fully fledged Irish Guardsman and then after a year we were sent to Palestine for a year. This brings my short story to an end. May it go to show that where there is love – relationship there can be no enemies, because my enemy was my love. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Ted_gay New member Username: Ted_gay Post Number: 77 Registered: 06-2009 Rating: N/A |
It is all written down, but getting it published as a book has proven to be problematic. However I have posted it on my Weblog. It is very long, but you can always pick out the chapters you're interested in, such as 'The Swinging Sixties'. Anyone interested can email me (see my profile) for the URL. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| vanman Unregistered guest Posted From: 86.156.182.88 Rating: N/A |
Dear Ted, please write it down and publish a book. its a part of gay history that is fading fast | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Benj2003 New member Username: Benj2003 Post Number: 3 Registered: 08-2009 Rating: N/A |
Thanx so much for that Ted, it made me laugh out loud and although I am too young to remember it sounded great fun, take care xx | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Ted_gay New member Username: Ted_gay Post Number: 76 Registered: 06-2009 Rating: N/A |
Anyone know what happened to Cannibal Kate aka as Carrier-bag Carrie, Blowjob Annie, The Painted Lady, Miss Minge, Chrissy Crow and Pissy Morris? The latter used to pay old tramps from the Embankment to piss over her under Admiralty Arch apparently. Blowjob Annie gave a black man a bj on the top deck of a number 9 bus. Not now, them days, as our dear old friend 'Freda' (Freddie Williams) used to say. I don't remember any of these characters myself, but they were all 'bitches' or effeminate gay men in the years before the Second World War on the London gay scene. My deceased partner and his friends, who were active on the London scene in the late 1950s and thruout the 1960s, knew other characters going by names like Tangerine, Sugar, Coffee, Mad Myra, Red Riding Hood, Nellie the Elephant, Big Bertha and Meat-Cleaver Kate (the latter may have been a real woman I believe, whose face evidently resembled that implement.) Most of these were 'on the game'. Not forgetting my old friend Syphillis Rose who I'm going to visit tomorrow in her care home (she always said: 'Anyway it wasn't syphillis I had dear, it was gonorrhea!') I'm visiting Rose with Angie who's here with me now. H/she used to cross-dress and work Shepherd's Market and Park Lane outside the Hilton Hotel, anyone remember her/him, or Rose, or any of the others mentioned? Angie also knew Kay Johnson and Robina, two sex-changed individuals who worked in that area often from a car. Another one from those days was Fifi, a 'good Catholic girl' who crossed herself and thanked God for the clients. Last heard of living in Golders Green and known by the name of Gloria 'a good Jewish girl now darling' having met a rich Jewish client. Wasn't it camp in those far off days? I didn't really know many of these characters but heard lots of stories about them, and met Mad Myra, Big Bertha and Nellie the Elephant myself. One evening quite late we were walking down Park Lane and saw Big Bertha dressed in an ankle-length white smock beyond the railings in Hyde Park looking like some overweight fallen angel. He said the police had just questioned him: 'What are you doing dressed like that in the park at this time of night?' the policemen asked her, and he replied: 'Looking for a man!' It would never happen nowadays would it? (You will notice I get my pronouns mixed up. He and she, his and her were all interchangeable in those days, all bitches adopting camp female names and referring to eachother as 'she'.) (Message edited by Ted Gay on March 31, 2010) | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| dustbug Unregistered guest Posted From: 188.222.55.46 Rating: N/A |
Before saunas, when cocks rested in Y Fronts and, ill lit, cavernous cottages stood at every corner. We toured, hour after hour, tirelessly looking for a stiff prick being excercised, ready for, an often rough hand to release a million seeds that splattered on to the vitreous back. It was in one of these establishments, very close to Christmas that I stood for ages. My dick thought it was in a monastery and I stood shivering, then like busses, three men followed each other in. It was an unusual bog in having three urinals and a wild-west, swing door leading to two toilets, open but divided by a small wall, which meant that, like in Roman times you could converse and study each other' legs. One of the newcomers stood beside me, the other two entered the love nest. My neighbour was a little shy but eventually hand-fucked a very nice seven incher to that mountain top, over which we often topple; but he didn't. We then had five minutes of mutual pleasure, wanking, undoing belts to allow fingers to probe hot little holes, then with rock-hard, dribbling pricks we made for the swing door that opened to reveal both men with trousers dropped. One older man had problems in having an unresponsive two inches but he had a beautiful soft, hairless arse that he had parted, displaying a clean, pink rosebud that he was smearing with vaseline. The other man was uncut, his foreskin stretched back displaying a shining knob that throbbed in anticipation. It was a gentle afternoon from then on. The hungry head nosed its way into the litle cunt, while we bent down close to watch it slide in and work up to that point of no return. He convulsed, grabbed the mans's buttocks to gain that extra quarter of an inch and sprayed his load inside the,love-hole, then satisfied, he wiped his dick and went. The receiver didn't move. He stood, his cunt was glistening with grease and overflow spunk and we stood in line. I entered the slippery tunnel and went to heaven. The warmth was wonderful and my bollocks strained but after four mountain tops I rested deep inside him and relaxed. This didn't suit my friend, he was desparate.The next thing I knew was to feel his arms wrap round my waist and his hot cock nudging my bum that had never been penetrated, only fingered. I knew this was the day my virginity was to be sacrificed, so I borrowed some grease pushed it into my hole and invited the man to fuck me. The pain was bad and took me off the boil but not for long. Soon I was shagging at full speed, with the man behind enjoying a free ride. we both exploded, delivering mutual Christmas presents. I did the gentlemanly thing by sucking he old boy off and we walked away together, spunk cold and damp on my legs. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Jason H Unregistered guest Posted From: 86.181.42.102 Rating: |
Hi This happened to me a little over a year ago. I took a night bus home its last stop was on this street about 2 over from mine. Won't mention the street but near liverpool street. After I got off the driver took off changing the sign to Garage. Two other routes end on that street an a bus pulled in further down the street. As I got close I could see the driver was real hot he was standing real nice round firm ass nice crotch nice looking looked half Asian half white. He noticed me looking and I smiled and licked my lips. He put his hand on his crotch and turned his head and motioned about up stairs. I nodded nd he opened the door after I got in he lead the way up stairs. He said I get the impression you suck cock. I said you got that he smiled said sweaty str8 cock I said fuck yeah he went str8 back to the end row dropped his trousers and briefs. I said nice hard cock he said GF away it happens. I started licking his balls even poked his ass crack with my mouth my cock now out I started wanking as I sucked his cock. I could not believe tghe amount of pre he was feeding me with one finger tip playing with his hole he shot this big load and I came all over the floor. I cleaned it up with a newspaper he stood pulled his kit up said thansk and I left | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| cop lover Unregistered guest Posted From: 88.110.149.36 Rating: N/A |
Forbidden Fun--Back in the old days (some 48yrs ago) in Einburgh when it was quite safe to wander Princes St. alone late at night,I had just parked my car up a side St.(Near the east end and close to the old 'GHQ'downstairs beside woolworths)When a young policeman walked past me headed in the same direction that I was headed-so I followed him and sure eneough he went downstairs into the long curved row of urinals.I stood a stall away from him,discretely watched as he removed his gloves,undid his raincoat & tunic top, unbuttoned his trousers and took out his cock,he stood looking straight ahead and pissed, then stood on and I could see that he was working his cock rather than shaking the last drops off.so I stood on too, after a good few mins he stepped back a bit so that I could see his big uncut hardon as he slowly pulled his foreskin back he smiled and stood there I was starting to tremble with excitement and fear, but I stood back and did likewise he then took a step into the vacant stall beside me slipped his balls out and slowly thrust his hips forward and smiled & nodded,I did likewise and he reached over and took my cock in his hand- by this time it had been all too much for me and he instantly got a handful of cum which he rubbed on his cock squeezed my bum.butoned up and left,he walked back to my car with me not a word spoken,and I drove off home,I later heard that he had been dismissed the force having been caught by 'plain clothes' in a simlar situation,so I suppose we both took a chance that night but I will never forget my one and only wank with a cop!! in full uniform complete with helmet- no caps in those days.. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Route N69 Unregistered guest Posted From: 82.132.139.103 Rating: N/A |
more night bus encouter BJ, esp the driver fun! Love to hear bout them! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| BJ man Unregistered guest Posted From: 77.96.212.245 Rating: |
Years ago when the night buses in London first started to run throughout the night, I used to go cruising in the Earls Court area and various other destinations in West London, and used to get the bus back into central London, (and then finally home to East London), about three or four in the morning. One night I remember getting on the bus at Earls Court, and sitting on the long back seat upstairs, at the next stop a skinhead got on and sat opposite me on the seat, we were the only two on the top deck. I glanced casually at him as he sat side saddle, facing me, and saw his hand on his crotch, and when he saw me looking he wasted no time in massaging himself there. I kept looking at him and he motioned for me to do the same, which I did, and before long we were both showing our hard bulges to each other. As things progressed we both took our cocks out and wanked them, eyes eagerly watching the others cock, then without warning he arched his back and thrust his hips forward just in time for five to six spurts of his large cum load to shoot over the two rows of seats in front of him. When he finished cumming he squeezed the remaining cum from his cock wiped his hands on the seat, zipped up and got off with a wink and grin, and a bulge even bigger than when he got on. I really miss those late night/early morning bus rides home, always plenty of large crotches and cocks to look at, and very often play with discretely, even had one or two of the drivers at their turn around destinations. Night buses were fun in those days, with hardly any trouble on them, and no cameras to worry about. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| rugbyjosh Unregistered guest Posted From: 91.106.13.220 Rating: N/A |
twickenham toilets on the river front where very active most times of the day as the gents on twickenham green now a cafe! and marble hill park at the side of the white house, there are new toilets there in the stable block that could be very good but never any action. twickenham is dead! what a waste with so many rugby lads on match days. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| alsoinYork Unregistered guest Posted From: 195.93.21.39 Rating: N/A |
Anyone remember the two cotages, one near Escrick and the other on the Hull Road, almost every time you called in (evenings)there was someone up for it. Both now demolished. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Fruitbat New member Username: Fruitbat Post Number: 1 Registered: 02-2010 Rating: N/A |
I remember well some of the cottages in B'ham in late 70's early 80's and some of the guys who shaped what I like today. I walk with sticks so didn't get as much interest shown in me as many other guys of my age early (20's) I guess I wasn't seen as a great catch (LOL) When it happened it was a red letter day! Remember boldmere road sutton coldfield and a stocky lad black hair denim jacket very affectionate thick legs loved his bum played with big time. Lots of pubic hair smoked senior service I seam to remember. He was really cute where is he now The boreshead Aldridge road, tyburn road, warmley and dudley road. Remember red haired guy drove mini in those days, biggest cock I had ever seen on a guy, we would always play and that seemed to piss off other guys (can't think why  Subish spikey haired lad at boreshead was great, but I didn't appriciate it then. Redhead milkman visited dudley road on Saturdays was so sweet worked for a dairy that went out of buseness years ago. To this day have soft spot for redheads! Cottage down from the vila ground could be fun. meet a guy 20's looking back prob. TV or TS very soft sensual and wore his sisters knickers. All these cottages long gone Any guys remember me from those days or remember the guys mentioned get back to me. Love to chat (Message edited by fruitbat on February 26, 2010) | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| BJ man Unregistered guest Posted From: 77.96.212.245 Rating: N/A |
Rigger, Dont bother going back to Bow or Limehouse, as those toilets have been gone for a long time, now filled in with a busy road over the top of them. Pity I never met you in those days though as I would have loved to have given your cock and balls a good sucking. The way you describe yourself, plus the things in your stories that you did, I am sure we would have had a really good time. I was, and still am, a sucker for a big bulge in jeans or trousers. Oh, and by the way, your stories are great, no matter if new or repeats you always manage to get my cock up with my hand wrapped around it, thanks mate. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| JohnMoores Unregistered guest Posted From: 86.148.246.86 Rating: N/A |
Mechanic, the building is still there but no longer public toilets. Part of it had always been used as changing rooms for the football pitches nearby and now it's totally for that purpose. I sometimes had to work late at meetings in York and often called in there for some fun. Even during the day it was a good cottage. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| pa61 Unregistered guest Posted From: 82.132.252.15 Rating: N/A |
rigger luv ur stories mate sounds like you've got an impressive cock how big is it ? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Rigger Moderator Username: Rigger Post Number: 464 Registered: 03-2003 Rating: N/A |
My last visit to Bow and Limehouse would have been in the 60's. Definitely not after 1970. Might have to walk down memory lane before long. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| BJ man Unregistered guest Posted From: 77.96.212.245 Rating: N/A |
Rigger and Ted gay, I discovered Bow and Limehouse toilets in the mid 70's, were you about there then, if so I might have wanked and sucked your cocks without me even knowing it. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| BJ man Unregistered guest Posted From: 77.96.212.245 Rating: N/A |
Bigdickwstsx; I used to work in Newman Street, and was always a regular in John Lewis, where you were guaranteed a good bit of cock anytime of day. I used to use the second floor toilet and the quiter, lesser known third floor one, behind the television/radio section, It was there I felt the thickest cock ever, over the top of the partition, both of us standing on the toilet bowl to reach, it was so thick I could just about get my hand half way around it. I was also smuggled into the staff toilets on the fifth floor by members of staff on a few occassions and they recieved a well earned blow job from me for doing so. I did not know about Sandersons though, otherwise I would have visited them too, and might have met you there. Oh for the good old days. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Bigdickwstsx New member Username: Bigdickwstsx Post Number: 12 Registered: 12-2004 Rating: N/A |
Reading the tales of Ted Gay and others reminded me of my own exploits in and around central London. I was up there the other week and it brought home fond memories of Oxford Street in the 70's and 80's. I had an airfreight company at the time with a London office in Berners St, just off Oxford St and only a couple of doors away from Sanderson's Wallpaper showrooms. Anytime anyday you could pop in there, up to the second floor gents and meet the world and his sons. Alway something to pass away the time and never left disappointed. John Lewis's was by far my most favourit and the recent visit reminde me of the time on a saturday morning, I was busting for a piss and rushed into the side entrance, down the stairs, bursting into the old basement gents loo, only to find as I got out my "tackle", that in the intervening months, it had been turned into an office. I don't know who was the most embarressed me, or the office girls on full display sitting at their desks. Then we move onto the famous second floor loo, behind curtain fittings on the staircase. This if my memory serves me correctly had a row of 4 cubicals and three or four wall mounted urinals. The gap under the cubical walls was extremely high and one enterprising young queen, used to lay down on her back ontop of either a roller skate or skateboard type piece of equipment, and slide between the locked partitions, doing evrybody a favour as she went. Although this went on for many months, like all good things, it swiftly came to an end, and the walls were lowered accordingly. Great shame but it was a hoot while it lasted. Fond memories eh! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Ted_gay New member Username: Ted_gay Post Number: 72 Registered: 06-2009 Rating: N/A |
I remember the Mile End (Burdett Rd) underground loo with the glory holes. I didn't know about the Limehouse one. I often wonder if some poor queens were buried alive at Mile End and some other underground cottages, they spent so long in there! (Message edited by Ted_Gay on February 20, 2010) | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Rigger Moderator Username: Rigger Post Number: 459 Registered: 03-2003 Rating: N/A |
I remember Bow and Limehouse and visited them when I was on leave from the Forces staying in Services Club at Waterloo. Always worth while. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| BJ man Unregistered guest Posted From: 77.96.212.245 Rating: N/A |
Ted gay; Great posting Ted, and I too remember some of the things and places you mentioned. Those day are looked upon with fond memories of places, friends/people passed, good times, and in some cases bad times. I think most of us today forget how hard and difficult it was for gay people back in those times, most having to lead a secret life and living in fear of being found out as queer, bent, shirtlifter, etc; nothing as nice as the word "gay" then. As you say, these days it is so much easier to contact, meet and have sex with other guys, but I do feel a lot of the excitement, and the thrill of the chase, of the old days has gone, but I suppose the safety factor outweighs this. As for the gloryholes in toilets, where I used to live in the eastend of London, I dont think there was a toilet without one. My favourite ones are long gone, the underground one in the middle of Burdett Road, Bow, four cubicles, three gloryholes and peephole to the urinals, which were always busy, and where I wanked my first guy off, and the ones underneath the Commercial Road, Limehouse, dark, dingy, smelly, always unattended and open, and good for cock at all times. Dont know if it is just my imagination, but the undergound toilets of yesteryear were always very horny and good for cock. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Ted_gay New member Username: Ted_gay Post Number: 71 Registered: 06-2009 Rating: |
Since I discovered the London gay scene very late in the day it has changed a lot. (I discovered it late 1967, I was in my 23rd year, and only found it then due to the publicity surrounding the 1967 Sexual Offences Act supposedly legalizing homosexuality. Even then I had to send off to Los Angeles for a gay guide to London, otherwise the gay clubs, etc. were almost impossible to locate, there was no gay press at the time, and no gay guides in UK.The Spartacus Gay Guide was not published till March 1970.) First of all, the 1967 Act did NOT legalize homosexuality, in fact it led to a huge clampdown of gay clubs, etc. according to what friends have told me (including my partner) who were active on the gay scene long before the 1967 Act was passed. What went on in some of these clubs before the 1967 Act was not tolerated after the Act was passed. What the 1967 Act did was legalize gay male couples over 21 not in the Forces who already lived together on their own, or had access to a self-contained place on their own with nobody else present on the premises. All possible ways of meeting were still defined as 'importuning for an immoral purpose' and pretty plainclothes policemen made many easy arrests by entrapping gay men in toilets, cruising grounds, bars, etc. Offer to buy a pretty policeman in a gay bar a drink and then invite him back, and you'd be arrested. Even contact ads in the new gay press were illegal if they were deemed 'importuning for an immoral purpose', i.e. with gay sex as the motive for placing them. While gays were groping each other in the Mocca bar in East Berlin and walking down the Freidrichstrasse hand-in-hand (I did this in Berlin, Capital of the GDR - East Berlin to you -in 1968, and nobody batted an eyelid), in supposedly 'liberated' London you'd be instantly arrested for either of these 'gross violations of public decency'. Homosexuality was legalized in the German Democratic Republic in 1968, and that year at least was much more tolerant of gays than UK at the time, which was still living in the Victorian age and the laughing stock of the civilized world till the early 21st Century. On a visit to Sydney, Australia in 1991 someone in a gay backroom club there actually told me this: 'you in England are still in the Victorian age', and it was absolutely true. Post-Franco Spain and Socialist countries like the GDR were streets ahead of UK in gay liberation, let alone places like the Netherlands, Australia and big cities in the USA. Thank goodness that the EU forced us from the 19th straight into the 21st Century. So, in 1967 all I remember of places to get trade was the Biograph cinema in Wilton Rd, Victoria (also known as the Biogrope, owned by boxer Henry Cooper's brother), the Eros cartoon/news cinema in Piccadilly Circus, and the Tolmer cinema in Euston. I guess there were cruising grounds but I never used them then. There were loads of cottages of course, all gay to some extent, and many had glory-holes between the cubicles. Nobody bothered, except the police used them for entrapment whenever they wanted to boost their arrest figures. Nobody ever bothered to seal up the glory-holes. There were hundreds all over London. In the 1980/90s the 69 bus route was notorious for having at least 5 cottages with glory-holes along the route from North Woolwich (1 gh cottage), Canning Town (2 gh cottages) to Walthamstow (2 gh cottages). Some queen must have thought the 69 was an appropriate route, and made herself busy with a drill. Someone I knew who worked for Wandsworth Council as a carpenter thoughtfully made glory-holes in cottages all over the borough, in the Arndale Center, 4 cottages at Clapham Junction, in Battersea Park, etc. In the 1970s I discovered Hampstead Heath, Holland Park, and other cruising grounds. Hampstead was always my favorite, right up until the 21st Century, but in later years I find it too cold and risky, with these knife and gun gangs around, many of whom are homophobic. Thruout the period before around 2003 when the law changed, all gay sex between men was illegal unless under the strict definition of 'privacy' described in the 1967 Act. This gave the authorities a blueprint and carte blanche to raid and shut down any gay establishment which violated these strict rules. Whilst gay clubs in San Franciso in 1980 were handing out cards promising to fight any prosecutions and pay the legal fees for any client arrested for having sex on the premises, in London in the 1990s some gay clubs were still throwing people out on the street for doing so. A few tried to let sex take place on the premises - the Subway in Leicester Square, the Gigolo in King's Road, Chelsea, the King Sauna chain of gay saunas, the Catacombs in Earls Court, The Fridge in Brixton, a few sleazy basement porno cinemas in Soho, Chinatown and Charlie Brown's in Camden High Street. None lasted very long, all were raided and/or shut down by the police or the local authority, or warned to shut their backrooms. Westminster City Council, as far as I'm aware, still does not allow any backroom clubs anywhere in the borough. This is why there are no backroom clubs in the West End, the nearest probably being The Vault which is in Camden, off Tottenham Ct Rd. Only the Biograph cinema was ignored thruout the decades, till suddenly demolished without warning in the early 1980s. Only in the 1990s did backrooms start to mushroom in London and be largely ignored by the police, places such as the LA in Shoreditch and the Pride of Stepney pub near Stepney Green. Then at long last, due to EU legislation demanding non-discrimination, the laws were finally changed in UK to allow gay backroom clubs, equalize the age of consent, and also legalize porn for the first time. At least now we can go to safe places with backrooms and don't have to risk being murdered or mugged in cottages, cruising grounds or going home with complete strangers. Not as exciting, but definitely much safer, free from fear of serial murderers, muggers, homophobic gangs and police raids. (The glory-holes in cottages were exciting though!) | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Mechanic New member Username: Mechanic Post Number: 36 Registered: 08-2009 Rating: N/A |
Back in the 60's I remember a very busy toilet in the Scarcroft Corner of the Racecourse just off the A1036. Plenty of parking and was used by lorries, vans, cars and always something going on. Remember walking back some way up the Racecourse for privacy in some quiet spots at night with lads when it was busy in the toilets. Rarely failed to find something. Remember a lad around 20 who used to visit on his bike on the way from work - cock like a stallion and quite a few used to call just to see him. Knowing York City Council I suppose that toilet has long since been demolished. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| knavesmire Unregistered guest Posted From: 195.93.21.39 Rating: N/A |
Back in the early 1970s there was an area in York known as Hilly Fields, it was behind the car park at Terrys factory,down towards the river covered with thick bushes. On our way home from Knavesmire a few of us lads would stop off here. Down the pathway then through the hedge into the bushes, then strip off completely, and generally play about. Wanking and 'bumming' as we called it but never any sucking as no one ever seemes to know about such things then ! Some times up to six of us, gilly, simmo, dicko, giggy col & harry. Very occaionally an other from nunthorpe would join in. A few years later the car park was extended and the area disapeared under tarmac, i see the bushes have now been cleared, well it was a long time ago. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Tommy Tank Unregistered guest Posted From: 86.141.55.136 Rating: |
In the early 90s I had a job which took me out and about all over London. At that time there were still quite a lot of public toilets open and I saw all sorts of things going on in there. I didn't often join in as I had a partner but I did really enjoy seeing what was going on. A few times I did give into temptation though - one time I went into a toilet in Harrow Road and there was a lad who looked about eighteen or nineteen bent over the toilet being fucked. It was really horny and I got my cock out and joined two other guys who were watching and wanking. The guy doing the fucking was quite fit looking too and after a while he shot his load up the lad's arse and pulled out. The other two looked at me and one of them motioned to the lad who was still bent over. I could't resist and, pushing my trousers and pants further down, I went into the cubicle and pushed my cock up his arse. It was a very horny fuck but I didn't last very long and after a short time I shot what felt like a massive load right up him. Another time was in an old style underground toilet (somewhere in Sheen, I think?) where one summer afternoon I watched a young postman take it bareback up the arse from three guys one after the other. I had a great wank watching that and I shot my load all down his back and his arse when the third guy pulled his cock out. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| dustbug Unregistered guest Posted From: 188.222.55.46 Rating: |
Oh how I remember the first time a cock penetrated my arse. It was an August evening, when the light fades around nine; a warm, still night.On the edge of a municipal expanse of thick grazing land was a toilet which usually stood empty but on that night a twenty-two year old was massaging his seven inch cock. He was desparate and had been waiting for an hour.I played with his prick for a while, it was rock solid and throbbing. It was obvious three minutes of slimy rubbing would have seen his seed spill but he had other ideas and beckoned me out into the dusk. I followed until we reached some grass eighteen inches high. hidden from view we dropped our trousers and worked each other up to the cliff edge, then stopped. Why I let him roll me on to my stomach I will never know, but he did. He was frantic by that time, no mercy, releif was all he wanted. The next thing I knew was feeling him straddle my back and the throbbing cock pressed between my man-cunt cheeks. He was running with juice but no way could he pass that one-way muscle, mind you he tried and failed. Not to be beaten he spit and massage the hole while I lay scared to death. when it entered I cried out but so did he, both of us in pain.. It had stripped his foreskin but it didn't stop him, I was pounded for ten minutes until he cried out and I was filled with spunk for the first time. Light from distant street lights just showed his collapsing prick red raw and dripping. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| mikmal3 Unregistered guest Posted From: 90.201.239.233 Rating: |
Off My Trolley? Recently, I was sitting in the back seat of a sparsely populated single decker bus heading toward Brent Cross . A young man got on and we momentarily glanced at each other as he approached and sat at the other end of the back seat. In truth, the look was so brief that it didn't constitute a gay-glance (you know, the one where you just *know*). I was, as usual, reading, and I had that sense of being looked at. I looked up and, again, our eyes met, and his glanced down in the general direction of my nether regions. I followed his example and saw that his unmoving hand was covering HIS nethers. I followed his example, (I've always been easily led!) and made obvious hand movements... The bus pulled in to the bus station and we both got off, me first. I went into the mall and sat on a bench. He came and sat nearby. We started chatting; he was something of a novice wanting something of an initiation. I'm something of an old-hand (or two), and we were within cumming distance of my abode, so we headed in that direction... We got naked, got horizontal, got stuck in to a little light fellatio. His cock was long and thin, mine is longer and fatter (but, hey, this wasn't a competition!), and we enjoyed the slick softness of each other's mouths on the hardness of each other's cocks. However, his self-consciousness became too much of a turn off; he came and he went - and so it goes! go well | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Ted_gay New member Username: Ted_gay Post Number: 65 Registered: 06-2009 Rating: N/A |
I've never been lucky enough to have unexpected gay sex on a bus, train, coach or Tube train. Trouble is, so I'm told, I don't look 'gay' and also I can't for the life of me make 'eye contact'. If someone looks me in the eye, I look away immediately - it's a reflex action I can't control. So also find it impossible to pick guys up in gay bars for this reason. Only backrooms, cottages and cruising grounds work for me, where a direct approach/grope is possible as a first move. But regarding buses, an old guy I and my partner knew was on the London gay scene before the Second World War, and apparently it was going on everywhere. Water-sports under Admiralty Arch, gay and straight sex in the air-raid shelters during the War, and he fondly told us about Blow-Job Annie (a man, many gay men ('bitches') had 'camp' names in those days) who 'plated a black man on the top deck of a number 9 bus' - 'plated' being polari (gay slang) for giving a blow-job. Once a guy did follow me on to a nite bus at Trafalgar Square on my way back from cruising the Heath. He was very persistant, fondling his crotch area. But he was much younger than me, and too eager. I was very suspicious of his motives, so I'm afraid I left him on the bus at my stop (he'd fallen asleep). I was scared if I took him home he might pull a knife on me and mug me - he was just to persistant, and the age difference too great, something didn't add up. A sixth sense told me to steer clear. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Hornymike New member Username: Hornymike Post Number: 96 Registered: 11-2006 Rating: |
Interesting how Bus Stuff still goes on. About 6 months ago near Liverpool street I was waiting for a night bus it starts on the street I was on in fact the bus was tehre door closed witha real hot driver. I knocked and he opened the door said on break 15 min if it was cold I would have let you in. He looked to me part Asian part british hada wedding ring on 32 yeas old I found out later. As he told me this I just stared at his crotch and rubbed my own. He sort of smiled said ok get on. I did and went up stairs. A few seconds later he came up and said you seemed interested in this I said very I was sitting in the first row he sat on the other two seats spread his legs opened his fly and motioned to me come and get it see if your better then my wife. I was on my knees his breifs and trousers down to mud thigh. As soon as I started he got into a good hip rhythym I had one hand wanking my cock as I sucked his he then moaned saidl swallow I came all overthe floor as he shot his load down my throat. He stood said thanks and that was it. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| BJ man Unregistered guest Posted From: 77.96.212.245 Rating: |
This goes back to the times of the routemaster bus and conductors. Years ago when I was a horny young guy in my early twenties, I used to use the bus to travel to work, and on some occassions had to take documents etc., to our other offices in the city during the day. One such period I was going regularly to our other office out in the sticks and always took the bus, one day I got on the bus and sat on the long seat where the bus conductors stood, and saw he was a good looking guy, aged about late twenties, dark haired and slim build, and his ticket machine was strapped up high so I had a good view of his crotch area, which was bulging very nicely on the right hand side of his trousers, I must have looked/stared to long as when I looked up I saw he was grinning. The next day I got on his bus and sat in the same place, this time the bus was empty and as I looked at his crotch again, he spoke to me, nothing in particular just idle chit chat, and after a while he moved close to where I was sitting and placed one leg so it was hiding his crotch from passers by and the other one up on the step to the seat, and from out of the blue said " you can have a feel of it if you want to", so I did and could feel he had a big cock inside his uniform trousers, luckily no one else got on the bus so by the time I had to get off, I had felt a really nice large hard cock, and was also sporting a stiffy myself which he casually groped before I got off the bus, he said same time tomorrow, and I nodded yes. The same thing happened the next day, but he told me he had to be careful as the driver was his partner and he got really jealous, and as I got off, he told me tomorrow to go upstairs and sit on the back seat if it was free. The following day I went upstairs on the bus as he suggested, good thing he did as two old ladies were sitting where I had previously sat on my earlier journeys. I sat in the back seat of the empty top deck, and he came upstairs on the excuse to collect my fare and stood close to me showing me his hard on and stroking it, he then unzipped and moved closer took it out and showed me his cock for the first time, it was about seven inches in length, very thick, very veiny, uncut, very hard, and had a large head to it. He then let me stroke his cock and then I upped the pace and wanked him off, until he shot his cum on the floor, once again as I got off, he said same tomorrow. The next day being Friday, I knew I would not see him again until next week at the earliest, so I told him that as he stood by me on the once again empty top deck, "no worries he replied I am on lates next week anyway so if you fancy a nice horny ride wait at the bus stop for me", then he once again unzipped took his cock out and after letting me wank him for a while sat down next to me and undid his trousers took his big hairy balls out and said "gobble me", I did not need to be told twice and sucked his cock and balls until he shot his load on the floor again. I did meet him a few more time over the next few weeks, mainly on his late runs and we always ended up wanking and sucking each other off, I still find the thought of him standing on the top deck, hard cock sticking out of his trousers ringing the bell a funny, but horny sight. The last time we met he swallowed my load, the first guy ever to do that, and me his, and that is what I remember him for most. I dont know what happened to him but I never saw him again on any bus route after that. To this day I cannot believe what we did in broad daylight, and on a moving London bus, and I know we were very lucky to get away with it. It could not be done today though because of the cameras on board the buses, and the amount of people using them, luckily in those days buses were more frequent and a lot travelled empty during off peak hours. I also had some fun with a tube train guard on the Northen line, another on the Metroploitan line, a tube train driver on the Jubilee line, and a station master on a tube station. I have had many an enjoyable experience when travelling around and always find the unexpected ones most horny, will post them at a later date. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| mikmal3 Unregistered guest Posted From: 90.193.9.116 Rating: |
The streets, alleys ways and [back] passages of London, and elsewhere, are haunted by the ghosts of defunct cottages. There should be a pink plaque screwed! on all the buildings that, in the past {where they do things differently}, we could go out 24/7 with the reasonable expectation that we'd find a kindred spirit, or a good fairy who was willing to get her wings crumpled - or her wand bent. Or we'd get talking to some one who was no more attracted to us as we were to him, and that casual acquaintance would develop into a kind of friendship; tied to a particular location, or we'd cruise a cluster together, by car or foot, for a look or a laugh or a whole lotta cock. Or we'd warn or recommend a hot guy or an iffy car, "Watch out for Lilly Law tonight, dear!" or "Hot number in a green Cavalier - ENORMOUS cock! Likes to get fucked" or "Too many trolls around, want a quick suck before I go home?" or "Haven't seen you around for a while..." And, some of those encounters led to ‘affairs’ that lasted for weeks, months or even till death us did part. And friendships, with or without sex, that [have] lasted years. Passing this or that corner, we remember happy hunting grounds, lucky corners, dirty floors, good sized holes - in wooden partitions, or through brick walls, possibly excavated over many months of hard labour with a nail-file, or over night with a hand drill, by deDICated followers of passion {kinky, eh?). Ah, the bitter sweet reminiscences, the smorgasbord of fading images, forgotten names, voices from another (wash) room. The sheer abundance of cock and arse and tits and tongues. Sure, we couldn't have them all, or sometimes couldn't get any, and maybe turned some away unkindly, or without consideration of the pending reality that, if we live{d} that long, we too would turn into predatory and persistent trolls, lurking in the undergrowth hoping for a quick grope or the feel of cock in one or other orifice. Our youthful charms may have opened eyes, mouths, legs, doors and possibilities. Or waning charms may have resulted in doors being closed in our face, or holes (in walls) being blocked by the newer - or younger – guys in town. Mostly gone now. But, even if we are now spectres at the feast, yearning for Atlantis - maybe wondering "Is THAT all there is?" at least we went to balls. I'm sure you also had a prince in your throat from time to time, or, perhaps on a cold night, felt a little horse, or had the lion's share. Nowadays, we have to make do with cybersex, internet dating, cruise sites, back-rooms, licensed gay saunas, sleazy ‘cinemas’, youporn, webcams … where did it all go wrong? Wherever it all went, and no matter where you are going, I hope you Go well | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Essexseaside New member Username: Essexseaside Post Number: 29 Registered: 05-2005 Rating: N/A |
Rigger; Kilroy is probably glued to Internet chat rooms and hook up sites these days. The Internet is a great invention but sure cuts down the chances of casual encounters! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Rigger Moderator Username: Rigger Post Number: 303 Registered: 03-2003 Rating: N/A |
Just prompted by something else I have just put on the Surrey Cruising page about Graffiti. Years ago every toilet you visited had the inevitable notice saying KILROY WAS HERE He's not 'here' any more. Anyone know where he's gone?  | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| mikmal3 Unregistered guest Posted From: 90.193.9.131 Rating: N/A |
mad44skins, lovely list, not MY story, of course, but many echoes to prompt memories and a touch of bitter sweet nostalgia. Underground and overground Stations all over the country - and many other countries, come to that. My mate Ron and I would go for Sunday trawls; a little light cottaging in some delightful part of the country, en route to lunch in a rustic pub, then a roundabout route back to London, passing every cottage, well known or just discovered, for a little light fellatio, a meld and mingle in the bushes, a good shagging, or a take-home guy (or guys) - tried and tested, or trial runs. Even now I pop into cottages on the rare occasions that I stumble across them - or follow my nose from, say Squirt, just in case - more for 'old time's sake' than future possibilies, to be honest. Nowadays I prefer saunas, or meetups [meatups?] via cyberspace. True, they lack that old frisson of waiting for some one to enter the cottage and either stand alongside or come into the adjoining cubicle for whatever adventure's on offer. However, saunas have their compensations. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Mad44skins New member Username: Mad44skins Post Number: 30 Registered: 07-2005 Rating: |
I discovered cottaging in Bath by accidently seeing a neighbour Eric who lived under our flat going into a nearby cottage late at night. Why on earth I asked my self would he use this when he lived so nearby. I was coming home from a boys club my mother got me into, as she thought "I was not getting enough male company" due to me being brought up by her & no Father. I had a key to Eric's flat as he had TV & we didn't. I used to watch it alone in the day time & found a book on his shelf called Society & the Homosexual" which was full of case histories of gay men before it became legal in the late sixty's. I put 2 & 2 together & realised that Eric was gay like me. Everything fell in place. I dared my self to go into this cottage & see what happened-surely I thought men would not have cock fun in such a risky place. How wrong I was. I remember so clearly as I sat there with a rampant hard on, & a black shoe getting nearer & nearer to mine. I dared to move closer not knowing what the form was. Eventually our shoes touched, I was so scarred I wanted to run out but the excitement of being in this situation held me riveted to the spot. The other guy beckoned under the wall with his hand. I got down so he could feel me-I shall never forget the feeling of having a big male hand playing with my balls & cock. He then sucked me under the wall, I came quickly & I rushed out to home having another wank soon afterwards just thinking about the best time I'd had sexually ever! I was hooked from that moment & cottaged in all my spare time. I lived later on in the same street in Bath as this cottage. It was open 24hrs in those days as were most cottages. I always went in when coming from work & if I went home lunch times had a session then too. From my windows I could see a Park Cafe cottage & depending which direction the guy would walk I knew he would either be heading to one of 2 cottages. I met loads of guys this way. The Park Cafe loo had no lights & was open 24hrs. It was a fabulous place for after work sex. As you entered complete blackness hit you. It had 3 uprights & 1 cubicle. It was nothing for 6 or more guys to be stood there. There was one regular who I could tell even in the pitch black-he had one of the thickest cocks I have ever held. There was Marlborough lane cottage that has been demolished now, that was the best place to pick up men as it had 2 separate rooms each with 6 urinals plus 2 cubicles with a large glory hole which was in action the whole time. When the lights were out which was often the place was a queers paradise. Sydney Gardens & Henrietta park loos were also busy. The warmest loo was in Woolworth's complete with glory hole. I remember another temporary loo in the car park by Theatre Royal. That was fabulous for getting sucked as the glory hole was in a thin wall. In Bristol I used to visit the underground loo by Temple Meads Rail Station. It was vast with a clanky metal stair case, so good warning of any fresh persons entering was given. I once bought a copy of A to Z & marked all the cottages in Bristol & Bath with red dots. I did not miss visiting any that were still used. One in Downend was a favorite. That had 1 cubicle & a 3 urinal. The cubicle door had a large hole low down. I remember waiting to go in the cubicle with another guy also waiting in front of me. He was leaning against the wall as I watched his hand playing with his erect cock inside his trousers. When he saw I was doing the same he looked through the door hole to watch the guy inside. The guy opened the door & we all had a wonderful 3 some. I used to visit the Bristol Downs a lot at night. There was a wonderful row of bushes called the tunnel of love which could be walked from end to end. Numerous guys would wank away in here. The Bristol Council have now removed the whole lot unfortunately, but the action is still on the Downs at all times of day or night. The cottage known as the Watertower has been converted now into a genuine "Tea Room" It used to be one of the main cottages in Bristol for gay sex. There are so many that have been locked up-or pulled down. You just cannot get the same thrill on the internet as meeting a guy in a cottage for instant sex, not knowing who he is or anything about him. I can remember sitting in my car at Horfield in a car park with a little brick cottage. This dark haired adonis about 22 caught my eye as he went in. I was out of my car before anyone else got him. He was standing at the urinal showing his hard cock. I showed him mine. We kissed & went into the cubicle. I stripped his shirt off revealing the hairest guy I have ever seen to this day. So young so hairy it was amazing all over his back shoulders & chest. We both were nervous because it was in the day time. We both shot our loads & passionately kissed, I will never forget all that hair, it was fabulous. I remember the last one I had in "The Arches loo" in Bristol before it closed, that was in the day time, & a fabulous suck I recall. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Essexseaside New member Username: Essexseaside Post Number: 27 Registered: 05-2005 Rating: N/A |
One activity while cruising cottages that now seems long gone was the offering of porn photos. As soon as contact had been made eitner via a hole in the wall or a foot nudging under the wall, the guy next door would often slip a black and white photo under the partition. These were nearly always passed one at a time and you wern't offered the next one till returning the first! Obviously , some guys made their own collection by making a quick get away! All a long way from today's instant access to anything and everything online............and in colour. Somehow though, the black and white photos were very erotic at the time. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| mikmal Unregistered guest Posted From: 90.193.9.131 Rating: N/A |
BJ, we'll never know if it was the same fireman, but the place is as you describe, and there is something pleasing about the thought that we might have both ... six degrees of separation and all that! On the other hand, the thought that the local fire station was a seething mass of rampant sexual congress with horny blokes sliding up and down greasy poles.... There was a nice little circuit of cottages in that vicinity: Colney Hatch Lane (downstairs only one entrance/exit, two lock ups (and countless cocks up). Bell Lane, also down stairs, quite spacious, quiet more often than not, and when not, some great moments. Just outside Hendon Station, turn left, a nice little cottage, four lock-ups, and a line of urinals ... some good action, lights often not working... A bit further on, Hendon Park, with a cottage down the bottom, which often resulted in cocks UP the bottom... and a good few threesomes - awesome foursomes - and then some! Stanhope Road, a little cottage, ground level, with a car park behind. Had a couple of near-miss encounters with bent i.e. rip-off cops there, and some memorable encounters with bent guys who'd rip off their clothing at the drop of a pair of Y-fronts. West Hendon broadway, seldom any one there at all for any reason whatsoever. Always worth a visit tho because of occasional lucky strikes. Golders Green Station ... still open, but vigilante underground staff undermining any chances ... I could tell many tales of many tails (and quite a lot of head!). I met some great people and had some great sex. I also made many friends over the years, some for sex, some without; some of whom I still see from time to time. The removal or renovation of so many sleazy haunts deprives us of opportunities to loiter with or without intent, which is a shame. Still, it's pleasant to share these memories, and to wander (albeit in cyberspace) along the back passages of 'the good old gays' and to recall youthful folly, a cornucopia of cocks, an abundance of arse, lots of lips and licking... Those were, indeed, the days. Go well Whoops, I meant the Good old DAYS, of course} | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| BJman Unregistered guest Posted From: 77.96.212.245 Rating: |
mikmal3; I think I remember the cottage you mentioned in your story, if it is the same one it was near a lay-by on the NCR, and up a bit of a slope with the woods to one side of it, I had many a happy time in there, and the woods, lots of little hiding places to have fun in and plenty of hot guys too, it was a well known spot. I too had a horny fireman from that cottage, wonder if it was the same one. There was also a lay-by on the opposite side of the road, and I remember stopping there one day to have my lunch, when I finished I walked up and down the lay-by, partly to stretch my legs and partly to see if any hot guys were there. As I walked passed a small van, the driver was laying back in his seat with one foot resting on the dashboard, and the head of his cock sticking out the bottom of his shorts. As I returned towards my car I slowed and looked directly at him and his cock, and discretely stroked my crotch, he opened the passenger door and I got in, not many words were spoken but I soon had his cock in my mouth and sucked him off, all this in broad daylight. Once he had cum, we went our separate ways, and luckily no one walked past or spotted us. Sadly the lay-bys and cottage are no longer there, due to road improvements and the widening of the NCR, and even if they were I am not sure if I would have the courage to do the same thing today. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| mikmal3 Unregistered guest Posted From: 90.208.147.11 Rating: |
Years ago, I spent a few months looking after a friend's father who'd been diagnosed with MS. I had my own room for overnights stays at their house, which was near Golders Green in NW London. Nearby, just along the North Circular Road, was a cottage (one of many that were in walking - and wanking - distance in those days; those WERE the days!) set back a little from the road. As I recall, it was up a few steps, half nestled in shrubbery, and, like many such back then, some days, or times of day, it was quite quiet, at other times it was quick and queer as fuck. One sunny afternoon, I wondered up there, had a fumble and a fondle with some nice enough, cute enough, or just available enough guys. Then this handsome hunk walked in and, to a man, we ogled him up and down, drooling like leaking taps. Back then, I was often stymied by the foolish pride that comes from insecurity. One of the effects was that I would not chase people I found so delectable that I would not want to be spurned by them. I mistook 'not being wanted' by a beautiful guy as rejection, and would not put myself in that position (one of the few positions that I found difficult). So I walked out into the sunshine. Well, dear Reader, he apeared soon after, made some banal comment, "Nice day," or something, and that led to us strolling back to the aforementioned house. The family were all in the back garden sunbathing, so they did not know that I had arrived back and was entertaining in 'my' room. He was fireman and, yes, he'd brought a hose with him. We sucked and licked, and nibbled and wanked and I fucked him this way and that. At one point, he was kneeling on an armchair, one knee on each well-padded arm of the chair, and I was standing behind him plunging my rock hard cock into his warm and welcoming arse. (Not quite being thrown over his shoulder, but close enough). I think that was the first time I'd ever tried it that way, so it was/is a memorable event. We'd been there for an hour or so at this point when, for no particular reason, I had a strong sensation of ... what? I'm not really sure, but I'd had that feeling in other places at other times, and learnt to trust it (still do). "Get dressed!" I urged him, as I reluctantly unplugged myself. It took but moments for both of us to be properly dressed: t-shirts, jeans, slip-on shoes, and sitting, me on the floor, him on the armchair (properly this time), when the lady of the house suddenly opened the door and burst in. She was taken aback to find the room occupied and seemed embarressed, which may have been because she was in a bathing costume. Imagine how shocked she'd have been had she arrived a few minutes earlier!! I still wonder what I would have said had she done so; it would have been difficult to deny that I had my cock up the guy's arse and I somehow think introductions would have been inappropriate, if only because his hands were gripping the back of the chair. I don't remember his name, cannot recall his face and never saw him again, but the memory of him, and the tingle at the recollection of great sex, however hazy, still stirs my loins. The near-miss made that particular event particularly memorable, and stirred other memories of cottaging capers. Go well | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Kirkbylad New member Username: Kirkbylad Post Number: 6 Registered: 10-2009 Rating: N/A |
About 10 years ago, their were a set of portaloos in the carpark next to the Grand theatre in Lancaster. The gents stalls had a great gloryhole. There were actually ques at lunchtime!!!!! One particular lunch hour I had six different cocks through the hole......HAPPY EMPTY SACKY DAYS xxx | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Rigger Moderator Username: Rigger Post Number: 279 Registered: 03-2003 Rating: N/A |
Essex_cottages. I have fond memories of the toilets at Tilbury Riverside Station - sadly the station itself is closed and no longer connected to the rail system although the building still seems to stand. In my series of stories about my days in the Services I included an item about Tilbury Riverside. Unfortunately that series of stories was lost in the recent problems but I will repeat them again before long so keep a lookout in 'Rigger's Tales' - can't do it immediately as I am reposting another series of stories at present. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| essex cottages Unregistered guest Posted From: 195.93.21.39 Rating: N/A |
does anyone recall the "cottages" in Essex?. Chalkwell Park, Victoria Circus, Tarpots @ Benfleet, Canvey Island (where you took the panel out and had flesh to flesh and put it back after) and last but not least the car park opposite Shenfield station. The two that I had some of my greatest times were Chalkwell Park and Shenfield car park. Oh happy days. love to hear from anyone else who visited these | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Essexseaside New member Username: Essexseaside Post Number: 23 Registered: 05-2005 Rating: N/A |
On another section, this was posted; do you remember some of the wonderful places of yesteryear? the White Bear and the Standard in Piccadilly. How about some more and the great times that were had ???........... Well, yes, I do for one ! How about the A&B club in Rupert Place, the Festival Club, the Carousel........the Spartan in Victoria, the Calabash and the downstairs gents at the American Express in Haymarket for a start  | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Mikmal New member Username: Mikmal Post Number: 8 Registered: 04-2009 Rating: N/A |
I have a million stories I could tell about Hampstead Heath. Spring, when the whole world is verdant and fecund, when the buds promise love and fruition. Summer, when the greenery offers cover, and stealth, and warmth, and the men's sun-bathing area. Autumn, when the myriad colours set the senses on fire, and the melancholic afternoons are perfect for strolling and sweet reminiscing. As for Winter, it goes straight to my bollocks, especially at night, which makes it pointless for anyone else to go there - it'd be like sucking a limp ice lolly! So I haven't done that since the world was a simpler place than it is now. So, one sweltering afternoon, long ago, a group of us, attractive, and mutually attracted, had gathered in a leafy dell. It wasn't Cabbage Row, but the bees were buzzing and the nipples were tingling, so we sucked one another and we didn't ask why! [Apologies to Gershwin and Heywood.] I don't think anybody shagged, but we were a merry mingling in the dappled dell, like hungry kids let loose in a sweet shop. We were fairly well hidden from public view, as long as we didn't stand up, but we were all OK with not raising our heads above crotch level - and that mostly meant lowering them to the lads who were suppine - and divine! OK, maybe not all of us, but were all very much available - and I like that in a man! It was the sexual equivalent of a perfect storm; the right people came together at the right time, in the right place, in the right mood. Lovely. I as a bit nervous that Buggles i.e. people who lacked the necessary magic to be able to do what we were doing and who, if they spotted us, might (in the colloquial sense) might try to bugger us by calling the cops. So I was somewhat vigilant and, whenever I came up for air, I'd cast a look in various directions. We'd been at it like rabbis (No skin off your nose, is it?), when I saw something that made the hares [sic] on my neck stand more erect than my instantly detumescent dick had been but moments ago! There in crouched in the bushes at the top of the little slope was a man in a uniform of sorts. "Someone's watching us!" I said to the sweet tasting, fine looking, smooth-bodied, nice-sucking, deep-throating, tongue tingling, arse-licking boyos. Fortunately, being high summer, even fully dressed, we were near naked, so it took less time than it takes most of us to shake off the last dribble of piss you could be one of those people who shakes it for 10 minutes, of course for us all to be 'decent' (in an ironic way) and to tidy our (mostly long) hair (in a Byronic way) and depart the scene of the crime, which we did in a casual kind of manner to allay any suspicions. A few of us stuck together (so that we could get sticky elsewhere) and as we chatted, someone made the obvious point that the guy, whose uniform, by the way, was Heath Monitor or Guardian or some such, might have been enjoying the show, as opposed to waiting for his back-up troops to arrive and .. well, whatever! Much of the rest of the day we spent not in a dell, not on the hill, but in the valleys between our various cheeks. Funny to recall that, in those days, although I LOVED and love having it done to me, I was totally aghast at the idea of sticking my tongue in a guy's arse. I had decided that it would have been the thin edge of the wedge - who knew where it would lead? As I said, the world was a lot simpler then - like me! Go well Come often; Go well! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Mikmal New member Username: Mikmal Post Number: 7 Registered: 04-2009 Rating: |
In Stanhope Road, a short distance from Tally Ho Corner, Finchley, there's a small car park, which, until a few years ago, had a busy little cottage - one of a whole circuit of such adventure playgrounds in that vicinity! With a car, one could perform a merry-go-round of cottages, some above, others under ground, most of which could get quite busy at any time of the day or night and, you could find a man for all seasons at any time of year. As with all such places, you'd see the same faces repeatedly – and lots of new ones, of course. You'd maybe hear the same gossip, or laugh politely at the same old gay clichés "Her dear? I had her when she was still a chicken!" "Yes, well I suppose she was less fussy when she first arrived on the scene!" Aren't we all, dear? Of course not! After all, you never were!" Get her! You wish! I've been entertained, amused, educated, been humbled and grown wiser as a result of the companionship and friendship of many people I've met in dank, dark, malodorous places. Like unplugging a blocked drain and finding a diamonds! Some people were, like me, poorly educated, but they had levels of decency, honour, humanity and kindness that still shine in my mind like jewels sparkling on a perfect neck and, I hope, echo in my own attitudes and actions. Others were brilliant, erudite, generous of spirit, willing to share their experience and knowledge without demeaning those who were, like me, naive or ignorant. They taught me by example, by gentle cajoling, by getting frustrated with me but caring enough to hang around. Some, as I've said before, are still around; a little frailer maybe, a tad more irascible, a modicum more curmudgeonly. They might be, less - or considerably more certain about everything (which, so they believed, they always knew anyway!). They/ we can get more irritable - and irritating but they are infinitely more dear to me as we all move closer to that final moment when we might ask, as Peggy Lee poignantly puts it in her fine song, Is That All There Is?. In addition, lovely or lousy, handsome or not so, young - or not so, I have had great sex with more people than you could shake a dick at! I'm not sure if this cottage caper actually happened at this particular venue of venality, but I don't suppose you'll report me to the authorities, will you? It was mid afternoon, mid week and I was leaning against the wall facing the closed doors of the lock-ups (tho some of them didn't actually lock due to vandalism! Tut Tut!), when one of the doors opened and a very handsome guy stood facing me. My thumbs were resting in the waistband of my tracksuit, and I was fully intending to perform a magic trick by pulling a rabbit out of my arse just kidding. This was one of those many times that I was grateful for (and saved by) my sixth sense! I was considering showing him that I had an ace up my sleeve by pulling my plonker out of my pants. But something just didn't feel right. He was rubbing his crotch, so far so good, and he was looking me straight in the eye, and yet - and yet. So I simply continued looking him in his lovely eyes. And you know that moment when you realise that a staring match is now happening? Maybe that was what made it wrong. Not so much that we were staring, but at no time had he even glanced at my crotch! That was quite unnatural, wouldn't you agree? I knew that I could maintain eye contact for as long as I wanted, so just for the hell of it (and on the off chance that, even if he was a bit peculiar, he might still be a great fuck!) I simply did so. After some considerable time, he crossed the two or three paces between us and whipped out his warrant card. Simultaneously another undercover cop emerged from the cubicle next to the one he'd been in - between which was a Glory Hole that was very accommodating indeed! "If you don't fuck off out of here, we're gonna do you for loitering," he hissed (and I don't think he meant 'do me' in a nice way! As I left, I remembered something that had happened about a year earlier in a funny little downstairs cottage in Colney Hatch Lane. Doing the afore-mentioned circuit late one night, I got out of my car and walked toward the door of the cottage. A youngish guy approached me. I'd seen him around but I don’t think we’d ever done more than nod to acknowledge each other's presence and our mutual disinterest. " He did not stop walking, but as he approached and passed, he said, "Be careful! There are two young cops down there, nice looking, who showed me their warrant card and threatened to arrest me if I didn't give them all the money I had on me!" I made my way back to my car, which was parked so that I could keep an eye on who entered and left the cottage (you know it makes sense!). After about ten minutes, two young men appeared and made their way toward their car. They were in their mid to late twenties, I guess, and were, indeed, very nice looking. I was very grateful to the cruiser who'd bothered to warn me, and I would not treat him with indifference next time we met. I never saw him again, though. So, a year later, as I departed the Stanhope cottage, it seemed to me that the cop who'd stood staring was about the same build, similar short-cropped hair, and age, and nice looking. It seemed to me that, just as when I'd fucked Eva, the kind-hearted, wannabe transexual I met in a kind of Fagin's Kitchen in Whalley Range, Manchester, that I'd had a near miss! To be honest, I was so agitated that I was unable to return to that cottage for almost an hour! Come often; Go well! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Mikmal New member Username: Mikmal Post Number: 2 Registered: 04-2009 Rating: |
Marble Arch very late one evening 29th August back in the day! I'd arrived from the sticks because I'd had the shocking realisation that not EVERYbody sucked'n'fucked with their best friend, and even if they DID, I was the only person who actually LOVED his mate - and THAT made me 'one of them', which was a very bad thing to be. Obviously, once I knew what I was, it would be obvious to every on else, so I packed a bag and upped and offed to London. I had the address of The Victory Club, near Marble Arch, where someone had told me I might get some work. It was about 23:30 when I got to Marble Arch. I was young, naive beyond belief, with a few quid in my pocket, knew not a soul and had not a friend in the world (being some kind of queer freak), nowhere to sleep, and no idea about anything at all! As I wondered the vicinity of the Victory Club, a man approached me. Now I was 6foot tall, very good looking (although that was not part of my consciousness then - and it's ancient history now!), with a diffidence that was covered by a kind of arrogant display supported by a quick wit and verbal dexterity. So, this guy approached me and started chatting. He was very unappetising, probably ancient, maybe even as old as, say, 35!!! and, it has to be said, rather ugly and, it cannot be denied, short! Nowadays, none of those would be an issue, and 35 seems positively juvenile! But that was then, and here we are! After he'd subtly chatted me up, I recall him looking up at me and saying, "Fancy meeting some one like you and having nowhere to go!" And I was repulsed at the thought of going anywhere with him, and aghast at the implication I would have gone with him under any circumstances. {Oh, how the tables turn!) Anyway, he took me over to Speaker's Corner, which, in those days, would have people, sometime into the wee small hours, arguing about this and that, or looking for a bit of 'the other' (Halcyon, euphemistic days or yore!). I lingered, listened, was approached by a couple of people ... roamed the streets ... Next day, I went to the Victory Club and, in the nicest way possible, was shooed away. I took my bag to the left-luggage in Paddington Station, so that I wouldn't have to carry it. Back to Speakers Corner. I fell asleep on the grass in Hyde Park, thankfully it was warm, and, when I awoke, a voice said, "I thought you were dead!" I looked up and, sitting just behind me was a boy with the most beautiful blue eyes I'd ever seen! "I was," I said, "But I got bored with being dead!" So he took me to a little cinema just down the Edgeware road (now an Arabic restaurant, I think), and into the toilet where he sucked my off. Now THAT was a wonderful experience, and the first time I'd come in someone's mouth!! He then took me to a place in, somewhere near Piccadilly that was, allegedly, frequented by freaks (and, remember, I was on the run from my own freaky queerness!). He was a very nice guy, gentle, kind, sexy, patient, sadly he is one of the phantoms whose name I cannot recall. He was fun to be with and, even with out the details, the though of him fills me with the same thrill I got when I first looked into his eyes, I am in the same sensual grip I felt when my cock exploded into his mouth, and I recall that I was smitten with him for, ooh, maybe a couple of weeks at least! It took me that long to realise that, having had his way with me a few times, and he had a very nice way, he had gone 'off' me. So I met other denizons of the Soho subculture that existed then; drag queens, prostitutes of all persuasion, East-end hardboys (some harder than others), writers, journalists, drunks, pill-poppers, titled persons, ex-crims, screaming queens, pretty boys, ordinary people doing ordinary things. Looking back, I suspect many were running away as much as we were hedonistic pleasure seekers. So, for a while, I haunted Speakers' Corner, sleeping on people's floors, or on the Circle Line (!), doorways, public toilets, occasionally I'd be treated to a sauna (Jermyn Street, Bond Street (I think), and others that offered fun, albeit still illicit, warmth, a bed, and something of an education from guys who were then what I am now; someone who's been around the houses - and cottages - and has a story or three to tell about Once Upon a Time! Happy Ever After? Speaking for myself, I'd say a resounding "Yes!" The people I met then taught me a lot and gave me a lot. Sure, as an impoverished, ignorant, ill-educated youth, I often benefited from the kindness of strangers. Their legacy lingers on in the way I learned to treat people with compassion, respect, affection, flexibility and thoughtfulness. And their spirit is with me in the way I came to treat myself with greater respect and my queerness with greater dignity - indeed, the great example of so many wonderful people gave me whole new perspective on the nature of 'freakiness'. My queer/gay education liberated me from the catholic upbringing that had tainted me. And one major player in my education was Ron C. We met at Speakers' Corner and, for many years thereafter, we had sex in a numerous different places with countless different guys of every shape, size, hue and orientation. One little story for now. We were were in some famous beauty spot, somewhere West of London, which had a 'nature trail' surrounded by friendly bushes! Not quite Disney, but many a fantasy was enacted in that shrubbery, I can tell you. Rides galore with no queuing! If any one tells you there is nothing to be gained by beating around the bushes, they're talking thru their arse! It was a lovely summer day (wet days in the country were for cottaging and pub lunches), and the place was buzzing. There was a guy who appealed to both Ron and me (tho we were always both willing to compromise; it was only sex after all!) but who had shown no reciprocal interest. "Let's go closer to him," I said, "then you kneel down and start sucking my dick." Well, that worked well, and he came close enough for us to take him in hand and then by mouth. He was Turkish with a lovely, meaty, dark cock which was very hard and yet the skin of his cock was very soft. The mutual three way fellatio made it a totally enjoyable encounter, and we met with him on other occasions that were always mutually satisfying. Go well Come often; Go well! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Mikmal New member Username: Mikmal Post Number: 1 Registered: 04-2009 Rating: |
I have many stories to tell from long ago when, as a young man, arriving in London in my late teens, I first knew of the places and events referred to here that stir some great memories! Those cottages on Shepherd's Bush Green - wow! And the nearby Sauna, in which I not only had some great sex, I also met some wonderful people many who became great friends. There were cottages aplenty in every postal district in London, every station, practically every street corner it seems, though I may be seeing the past through a rose-tinted glory hole. Parks, Commons, Heaths, and other open spaces that offered, sometimes guaranteed sexual congress of one sort or another - often both and sometimes more! I also had fuck-buddies and/or cottage companions, and I will share some memories of wonderful or funny or disappointing encounters with you, as well as celebrating and honouring friends and lovers who are long-gone, if not from this earth, certainly from my awareness. I arrived in London hungry for every kind of adventure. In truth, given the relative poverty of my working-class family background, every single experience was an adventure of some sort! Not always pleasant or easy, but, ultimately always worth it for the lessons I learned, or the places I went - whether I got there by thumb, bum or buggery (hey, buggers can always be choosers!). Most of all, though, the best and most rewarding experiences in this long life of mine have been the people who have traveled some of the journey with me. Roland S*, Ron C, Hugh D.B, Michael B, Cees L, Gunter S, Annabelle R*, Mathew L, Francisco A, John B, Jerry H*, Edmund M, Kenneth H, Amber F*, Terry T, Gerald D*, Jonah A, Michael C, Don G, Gary G* and many many others, some all-but forgotten, some still part of my life e.g. those with * by their names. And there are the ghosts, people who have died, Terry T, Michael B, Peter H, and phantoms, those I lost touch with or fell out with or we just faded away from each other as irrelevance became indifference, invisibility and silence. Their spirit is still with me. Faces re-appearing, unbidden, in my memory. Voices echoing with a dying fall; pensiones in Paris, guesthouses in Amsterdam, B&Bs all over the UK, single beds that love or lust made kingsize. Arguments that started for no reason and led nowhere, cocks galore, arses aplenty, peaches ripe for the plucking, juicy plums to suck on, fruit of every kind - and some unkind! I've kissed, tickled, sucked, fucked or been fucked in alleyways, corridors, hallways, hotel bathrooms, garden sheds, landscape gardens, car-parks, office lifts ... I've hidden in wardrobes, under desks, and, on a few occasions, in cemeteries. I was accosted, molested, manouvered, manipulated, manhandled, masturbated, licked, locked in and locked out, over looked, understood (or not). Mostly it's been fun, and I'm still here to tell you tails of many cities. I hope you will get as much pleasure from my reminiscing as I will get from sharing. Watch this space# and Go Well! #well, not THIS space, of course! ;~) Come often; Go well! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| perv/vid Unregistered guest Posted From: 91.106.20.106 Rating: N/A |
i got lads to do everthing on camcorder from spunking on toast then eating it to using there wifes toys up there virgin arses for the very first time as they talked dirty into the camera! army lads filmed there m8s in the showers and i got a footie guy to hide his camera in the changing rooms! they waked off in sheds,garages,cars,outside! shaved there pubes, licked up there cum,drunk piss! it was hard to think up hot new iders to ask my flys in the cunt trap to do, i was amazed how many dressed up in there wifes clothes! and i dident ask them as i dont find a 30yr old butch army guy in stocking sexy but so many found cross dressing a turn-on got a few late teens early 20's who loved spunking into a glass then drinking it down telling me how they wanted to lick my pussy! a few filmed there wife and girl friends giving them bjs and loads did in hotel rooms! they have now turned into cult vids 100's of hours of lads spunking for me or should i say sarah! shame i never get the time to watch them but it was hot at the time let me know if you have ever watched any? look out for the guys talking arout sarah and leanne, shame you could never pull a stunt like that now! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| perv/vid Unregistered guest Posted From: 91.106.13.40 Rating: N/A |
back in the 1980's and 90's i used to scam straight men this is pre internet and pic/mobile! it was east to placa a advert in a straight contact magazing, saying horny young girl 19 wants to swap homemade vids with randy blokes! i had a few tapes of a girl that i had swapped with a m8 she was fucking,sucking and with loads of toys! fuck! did it work ha ha once they got my letter and very short clip on tape i got them doing anything i wanted,it was great to catch them when they had just split will girlfriends ! army lads fell for it big time as did over sexed married lads, it was strange as i fell in contact with two other guys doing the same as me so great for video swaps | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Jerry Unregistered guest Posted From: 81.158.149.239 Rating: N/A |
I am American and British. Back in the mid to late 80's on one of my business trips to London, I had asked a hotel clerk for addresses of gay bars. I was directed to one I believe called the Queen which I think was near Drury Lane. It was the only time I was in a Bar/Pub where men where on one side men and women on the other with the same bartenders serving both. It had two seperate entries. Does any one remembere it and where it was. Living here 8 years in the heart of London has me curious for where it was. Thanks | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Modm Moderator Username: Modm Post Number: 254 Registered: 09-2007 Rating: |
Chatting to someone the other day about the past and the subject of Pubs came up. Many big towns and Cities had Pubs and Hotels where there were Men Only Bars (Plus a Ladies Bar and a Mixed Bar). Everyone was catered for - now we have the Equality Brigade ruling us where everyone has to use Mixed Bars whether they like it or not - and many don't!! I remember the Men Only Bars. They weren't 'Gay' Bars as such but the chances of making contact seemed higher. They were used by Men who preferred drinking with Men, having a good swear, talking Sport, playing darts, even Business was discussed and arranged and in general Wives didn't seem to mind if their man was in a Men's bar - at least he wasn't having a bit of female on the side - the thought he might be having a bit of male on the side wouldn't cross the mind in those Media free days. Everybody seemed to mix well. Strangers were welcomed, no one questioned anyone's reason for being there - it was a discrete social scene. Nothing like it exists today. The nearest you can probably get to it, when Men are in the majority, is the hour after work between 5pm and 6pm when lads have a pint on the way home. In my book it's probably a bit of history that many of us who knew it continue to miss - and probably something many of us who remember it and many who don't, would like to see revived. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| MikeBasingstoke Unregistered guest Posted From: 86.17.45.50 Rating: N/A |
What a brilliant lot of posts.. I would love to hear more about the Biograph, and what about all the West End loos.. Ted.. love reading your reports... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| bob18surrey Unregistered guest Posted From: 91.104.56.14 Rating: |
FUCK! born 2Late!!! cant find any active cottages and av never got 2c a glory hole! and dont mind who i wank off any age dose me as long as i get a spurtin cock in my hand and look 4as many as i can find. dont want mr perfect just loads of spunk any way i can get it. only got to try richmond waitrose a few times b4 it got closed down. was good a good mix of ages. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Fun4all New member Username: Fun4all Post Number: 1 Registered: 11-2006 Rating: |
Not so long ago there was a busy cottage on the A11 near to Roudham Heath which unfortunately got renovated few years ago but still has the odd trade late at night. During the busy times I recall visits here and finding orgies and group sex going on with truckers and local guys. Being several miles from any built up areas it was a known haunt. My favourite time was around midnight one summer, the weather was dry and around 16 degs which for midnight was blinding! Anyway on this particular night I went down in some joggers and a t shirt with running shorts underneath. When I arrived I went into the toilet which had a long urinal to your left and then 2 cubicles behind that both with glory holes big enough to slide the largest of cocks through. Many a time you could sit in here and a cock would slide through to be wanked or sucked, same as you could slide your own cock in to get good head if the cubicle was occupied. I’m digressing here….anyway, walked into the toilet and there was 2 or 3 guys in there all hanging around and playing with each other. It soon became apparent of the atmosphere and within minute I was sniffing poppers and sucking cock and being sucked. 2 of the guys ended up fucking whilst the fuckee was sucking another. I went out to my car and removed my joggers and went back in wearing just running shorts and t shirt, which was soon over my head and the shorts round my ankles as it turned into a mini orgy. Other guys came and joined in and I recall around 7 or 8 of us all busy when we realised it was getting too full inside. 2 of the guys suggested going outside where we all followed to the picnic area and carried on outdoors. I remember fucking a trucker over a picnic bench as he was sucking a guy and other guys stodd around us either wanking and sucking each other. I’ll never forget how hot the trucker was and to this day I’ve never seen a hotter one. Just a shame that the loo got renovated, this place was the best for miles. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Coxie Unregistered guest Posted From: 195.93.21.39 Rating: N/A |
I have been cruising for less than twenty years but even I would agree with you about the changes. Apart from the fact that virtually all the cottages have gone, even the cruising areas are full of guys wandering around aimlessly looking for the "perfect" guy and woe betide you if you happen to look at someone who thinks they are out of your league. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Mechanic Junior Member Username: Mechanic Post Number: 16 Registered: 06-2004 Rating: |
Casting my mind back I'm sure that in the 70's and 80's anyone Cruising was doing just that - taking a walk into woods and bushes to see what was happening and probably joining in - these days there seems to be laybys full of parked cars, full of glassy-eyed individuals seemingly afraid to make any effort to join in - some having seemingly driven miles for the experience!! I've tried to work out why the change but not found any answers. Perhaps laybys were more interesting in the 70's & 80's - certainly there was every possibility that there would be a toilet for cruising and it was open 24/7. I remember as an example frequent journeys from Bristol down the A38 into Cornwall with many laybys having very cruisy cottages and although activities were restricted in the summer holiday period out-of-season was brilliant - some had glory holes you could put and arm through!! They've all gone. The A38 is there but everyone hurtles along the M5 and Service areas just don't have the sort of privacy of the old laybys. Perhaps in past times there were less people cruising, less 'choice' - you had what you could get and enjoyed it - no good waiting for the next arrival as there might not be one: people weren't so mobile as they are today. In general I think it was better and more satisfying back in the 70's and 80's. Those that did cruise got to know each other on equal terms, they held back if they someone else chatting up a new arrival, they looked out for each other more, passed on information by word of mouth of any problems - or cock worth looking out for!! The internet age doesn't seem to have made things 'better' - maybe 'easier' when you can look up details of somewhere you may be visiting when in the old days it was 'look for yourself when you got there'. Age never seemed to be an issue in the past: people still had there preferences but seemed tolerant of others now the internet screams abuse of anyone 50+, forgetting that it was those in the 50+ group who battled for today's sexual freedom. It was a long road too - sex between all males 'illegal', then between two males over 21 in Private was OK, then age limits came down, restrictions on numbers changed, then 'Private' was relaxed to 'where you would not expect to be seen' etc. Not only did people seem more tolerant of each other in the past but despite there being so-called 'class distinction' in ordinary life in the 70's and 80's it didn't seem to rear it's head in Cruising circles. Today it often seems that everything has turned upside down - class distinction in ordinary life seems less of a feature but in Cruising people seem to be forever turning their nose up at each other. I was talking to someone one night recently in a layby full of parked cars, most occupied and drivers seemingly too lazy or otherwise to get out and walk around. I made comment about it. The reply amused me 'Don't let it bother your mate' he said 'they are probably so far up their own arse that there isn't room for a prick.' So what is best? The past or the present? As Harry Hill would say in TV Burp - there's only one way to find out - ask! So over to you. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Sxsucker Member Username: Sxsucker Post Number: 39 Registered: 06-2007 Rating: N/A |
Thanks for reposting those stories Rigger, I must have missed them first time round. How I wish those old type of cottages were still around now and not the modern ones that have replaced them. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Rigger Moderator Username: Rigger Post Number: 1632 Registered: 03-2003 Rating: N/A |
Guys - whilst clearing some very old items I came across five messages posted in 2007/8 which qualify for this page so I have moved them across. Because they are in date order you will need to scroll down to read them - they are the bottom five messages. (Rigger) | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Rigger Moderator Username: Rigger Post Number: 1627 Registered: 03-2003 Rating: N/A |
Shepherd's Bush Green In my stories pages [Rigger recalls] I did several called OHMS (On Her Majesty's Service) about my National Service days staying in the Union Jack Club and included a reference to Waterloo Station. Reading the previous reminded me of that but also reminded me about Shepherd's Bush Green which wasn't included in my stories. I often went to Shepherd's Bush Green - a triangular shaped Green with a toilet on each corner. Also used to go to the Cinema next door to the BBC Television Theatre and the pub on the corner near there in the 60's and very rare if there was no action of some sort. The Green was made infamous when I think it was 'Steptoe' from the BBC series 'Steptoe & Son' was arrested in one of the toilets. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Memories Unregistered guest Posted From: 62.3.206.17 Rating: N/A |
Downstairs opposite the high numbered platforms at Waterloo was definitly the best cottage but your memory is faulty in one detail, the cubicle doors didn't reach the floor and a rucksack or carrier bag was a useful accessory. I saw a film a few years back about a rent boy in Amsterdam, I think it was called 'Daffyd', and laughed my head off when he made a punter stand in a carrier bag while he serviced him in the station loos - didn't quite go that far but it brought back memories. Climbing over the wall was a hoot though wasn't it, many's the arse I fucked after it had been stretched on the way over, often wondered what the staff made of all the locked unoccupied stalls and yes, I do remember 'queuing' to get into the good ones down the far end. Used to get really hacked off if, after a wait, you got in and found one side was locked and empty and the other a no hoper. Other cottages long gone were off Villiers Street, a stand up only in the alley way beside the pub, and a curious two parter down Jervis Court just off Regent Street. Then there was the underground one outside the Fire Station in Rosebury Avenue, still there but locked up for years, never forget the time I stuck my cock through a gloryhole and, after a good licking the guy next door backed onto it. After cuming and cleaning up, I went out and discovered one of my best mate's younger brother at the sink - don't know which one of us was more shocked but it wasn't the last time I had him. Smithfield triangle was fun too, there was one really chunky, goodlooking guy I used to have there, big build but once his pants were down hardly any dick, found out later he was well known as Princess Tinymeat, he made up for it in other ways though ... | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Essexseaside New member Username: Essexseaside Post Number: 9 Registered: 05-2005 Rating: N/A |
KCJones......oh dear! you're right,I just did a search on Spick. I know the mags had a short snappy name like that. All the pics were drawings by a guy who had an office in Golden Square. I was there once having a coffee with him when some Vice Squad members arrived. He said after he was glad I looked respectable! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Sxsucker Member Username: Sxsucker Post Number: 36 Registered: 06-2007 Rating: N/A |
Ted Gay, know what you mean about cock fun not being as exciting as years ago, I think it is because these days it is so easy to hook up with someone on line, or go to many of the gay clubs, pubs, saunas to find someone and have fun. Many years ago a lot of todays contact places never existed and you had to physically go out and look for someone, that was half the fun and excitement of cruising and cottaging, the not knowing if you would be successful. I think these days because it is so easy to meet someone, and so many guys to choose from, half the joy of "the hunt" has gone, but on the other hand, it has also made it possible for a lot of the "Secret bi/gay" guys to meet men. I think the demise of the gloryhole is also due to modern day living. Years ago public toilets were built with cubicle walls from floor to near ceiling height, so the only way to get cock fun in them was through the walls and doors, these days, cubicles have smaller partitions, so under the wall fun can be had, hence no reason for a gloryhole. The Police were also different then, although it was still a criminal offence to have gay sex in public view, a lot of then turned a blind eye to it, some even enjoying the fun themselves though secretly. These days it is all about crime figures etc., so the police will arrest you for anything, though thankfully the laws on gay sex have been amended so that they are less strict. Thats my views anyway guys, what do you think. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Ted_gay Junior Member Username: Ted_gay Post Number: 24 Registered: 08-2007 Rating: N/A |
I well remember the Smithfield Meat Market (how appropriate!) cottage with the glory-hole. This was only open in the mornings, and at night I guess. I was waiting to go in one morning, the other cubicles without glory-holes were all empty but the two with the glory-hole in between were engaged. Two uniformed policemen came in and asked what I was doing. I said I was waiting to go in the cubicle, but they pointed out that there were loads of empty ones. Feeling 'bolshie' I said I knew that, but I was waiting for one of the two with the glory-hole in between. They chased me out of the cottage, and shouted that I needed a good fucking, but they never offered to give it to me. Cheekily I turned around and said: 'I'm only going to walk round the block and come back when you've gone', which I did. I was frequently very cheeky to the police when I ran into them in cottages and once up Hampstead Heath. Caught 'in the act' doing a bj behind Jack Straw's Castle by a policeman with a torch, he asked what I was doing - the other guy fled. I replied coolly: 'I should have thought that was perfectly obvious, till you interrupted us'. He then became apologetic and said: 'Sorry sir, we're not trying to infringe your rights, we're here to catch any muggers or queerbashers.' I replied that they had a funny way of going about it, arriving en masse with torches which had scared all the other gay men off into the bushes, only I stayed my ground. Next week the same policeman was in the car park behind Jack Straw's when I arrived. He actually saluted me, called me 'sir' and hoped I had a good time! I also remember the old cottage at Waterloo Station opposite platforms 16/17 18/19 (it's now been completely rebuilt and is nothing like it was then), sometimes frequented by soldiers in uniform. I saw one being sucked off once in the next cubicle thru a spyhole, but alas never got one myself, but plenty of other sex. No glory-holes, but gaps under the partitions and at the top so you could climb over. The doors reached from ceiling to floor, so nobody outside could see what was happening inside. Cannon Street was another favorite - two or three glory-holes, but they never opened these cubicles up till 4pm (there was an iron gate closing these off). I had some great times in there, including a guy in a suit, collar and tie who regularly jerked me off. Wouldn't do anything else with me though. Another of my 'regulars' was a beautiful young lad with long blond hair who got in the glory-hole 'Portaloo' cottages outside Clapham Junction station regularly. First time I met him I was with my partner on my way somewhere, and just popped into the loo for a legitimate purpose. It was most frustrating as this guy kept whispering thru the glory-hole 'I need sucking off' and I just didn't have time - it would have caused a big row with my partner. Luckily, I saw him there many times after that, and it was a great turn-on as he'd make me wait for his load, messing about with other guys thru a glory-hole the other side of his cubicle. But nearly always he'd turn to me in the end and ask: 'Do you want it? Do you want my spunk?' which I found a real turn-on. He fed me loads of delicious cum over the years, till the cottage sadly closed. A young guy on a bicycle regularly went up Hampstead Heath at night, and also 'teased' me in the same way, making me follow him all over and not giving me his load till he was ready to cycle off home. He'd make me strip right off, then jerk off in my mouth/face. Great memories! The backrooms aren't a patch on all this exciting sex for some reason, just doesn't seem the same. So many glory hole cottages in those days. Every part of London had several. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Kcjones Junior Member Username: Kcjones Post Number: 19 Registered: 04-2007 Rating: N/A |
SPICK AND SPAN are girlie mags m8 i think you have the wrong name they are pocket sized mags started in the 1950's to the 70's, i used to love the early vulcan magazine and nick them from a news agent as to shy to buy them! only soft cocks but real lads with homemade tattooes scratched over them, models called dean and wayne and lots of skin heads and asian lads laying naked on a bed except for white socks think the photographer was nigel hatton dose that ring any bells? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Modm Moderator Username: Modm Post Number: 252 Registered: 09-2007 Rating: N/A |
Waterloo Station. Remember it well. Used to stay at the Union Jack Club and often wondered across - although usually plenty going on in the Club as it was always full of National Servicemen. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Essexseaside New member Username: Essexseaside Post Number: 8 Registered: 05-2005 Rating: N/A |
"Memories".......I remember the downstairs Gents at Waterloo........maybe we checked each other out over the wall! It was a hive of activity in the 60s and even though there must have been 15 or more cubicles,you often had to wait ages for a vacant one!The regulars knew which ones had the best access. Market/guy mentions magazines; there were two in the early 60s called "Spick" and "Span". They were produced by a friend who did all the erotic drawings in them and sold at a shop at the lower end of Charing Cross Road in London. I've done internet searches but never been able to track down a copy. His drawings were as good as anything by Tom of Finland | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Sxsucker Member Username: Sxsucker Post Number: 35 Registered: 06-2007 Rating: N/A |
Years ago in the late 70's early 80's I used to work in an office in Smithfield, Londons meat market, and remember the great cottages they used to have there. One in St. Johns Street was great during the day, no cubicles just stand up urinals about five or six of them, and you could always find at least one guy up for cock fun in there. It was there I saw my first prince albert, I was surprised when the guy released his cock from his clenched fist and a massive thick 8 incher sprang into view, with the biggest cockhead I had ever seen at the time complete with a big silver ring through it, he let me feel and play with it, then I sucked him. We met in there a few times over the years and had some good times. I remember thinking, if you saw him in the street, all suited up, you would never dream he had a massive pierced cock in his trousers. Two other toilets in Smithfield came alive late at night/early morning when the market was alive with lorries and traders. One had cubicles, urinals and a wash room, all used for cock fun. It even had a gloryhole, one time I went in there, saw the gloryhole cubicle was engaged so went into the next one and looked through the hole. Nearly had my eye out when the guy next door decided to push his semi hard cock through the hole at the same time. I started to play with him and he came up rock hard, trouble was he was so thick when hard, the gloryhole acted like a cock ring on him, and he was stuck through the hole. I could have left him there, but his cock was so great I just had to suck him off, he shot a load of spunk (the word for cum in those days), and in those days I did not swallow so it left a lake on the floor, a usual thing in those days. I waited outside to see who owned that big cock, turned out to be a lorry driver aged about 35, slim, attractive and sporting a wedding ring, his wife must have been a very lucky woman. The other toilet was near a motel, known by the police and regularly visited by them late at night. I hardly did anything in that one because of the police activity, but used to meet other guys there and go off somewhere with them. There used to be one policeman who patrolled there, and got used to seeing me in there, if he was with a partner he used to look and just say "alright" or "move on", depending if his sargeant was with him. When on his own he would come in have a piss, and if I was in there on my own, do small talk, and go. One night however, he had his piss, looked and smiled as normal and stood there for a bit longer. I was not sure what he was doing, but he then stepped back and showed me his hard cock which he started to wank. After a few minutes I stepped back and showed him I was doing the same, he grinned, speeded up his wank and shot his load in the urinal. On his way out he said, "better move on now mate, and not a word to anyone aboout what you just saw, we coppers get hard too and need a quick one now and again". Saw him a couple of times after that, but never saw his cock again. Went back there a few years ago and it had all changed the toilets were all closed, guess they are all in the new superduper market. Oh! Happy memories. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Rigger Moderator Username: Rigger Post Number: 1625 Registered: 03-2003 Rating: N/A |
Cheers 'nwguy' When the idea was first suggested I thought it was a good one and early indications suggest it was BUT I'm sure we have only touched the very tip of the iceberg (as the saying goes) and there is an enormous wealth of stories to be told - including any following my message below about life in Bristol back in the 70/80's. Surely I wasn't the only person living there at the time!! Come on Bristol, lets have your reminiscences. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| nwguy Unregistered guest Posted From: 88.106.198.208 Rating: N/A |
What a brilliant idea! Great reading. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| market/guy Unregistered guest Posted From: 91.106.63.89 Rating: N/A |
When I was a teenager i had friends that where rentboys this is in about 1976 two of them worked covent garden not so trendy then! still fruit and veg and a very dark cottage with a huge glory hole! i was a good boy and never went on the rent they had great storys of the super stars they had fucked one of them was very cute and called barry he is now on marriage numer two and has seven kids and gran kids! barry would get the theatre trade and his mate mark would get drag queens! as he looked so pretty they loved him they had both made porno films for a london based film maker who had a famous leather sofa who every lad i knew had wanked off on as he filmed it, a lot of bi/lads did photo shoots for vulcan and mister magazines that when you got real boy next door models in small pants and white socks i did a shoot for a magazine called john anthony??? must be early 1980's it tured up on a top shelf in a local newsagent with me in white pants and a few pages on barry the rent i think with a giant teddy bear! (Message edited by rigger on April 18, 2009) | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| brum Unregistered guest Posted From: 86.144.74.43 Rating: N/A |
Like a lot of young lads I discovered cottaging completely by accident. Using a local shopping centre cubicle for its intended purpose I watched in amazement as a cute guy gave me a show through a glory hole. I was far too scared to do anything myself but went home and wanked over the image for days before plucking up the courage to go back. Great memories of the old cottage block in Kings Heath in Brum. I think there were about 12 urinals and a couple of cubicles, and on occasion you could go in to find them all in use. One of the best times I walked in to hear scuffling and the cubicle doors closing, I'd obviously interrupted something. There was nobody else in, and eventually one of the doors opened a crack and a guy looked out. Once he realised I was "ok" he came out and knocked on the other door. I was stunned when this gorgeous lad no more than 18 came out totally naked. The 3 of us went on to have an amazing session and luckily as it was late at night nobody else came in. On the subject of married guys, I remember a regular there who was always in the thick of the action. He and I had a few sessions and many times I saw him on his knees sucking any cock available. One night I went to the theatre with my mum and dad and there was this guy at the bar with his very pregnant wife. I don't know who was more terrified, me or him. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Mikmal Moderator Username: Rigger Post Number: 1585 Registered: 03-2003 Rating: |
Adam, Andy, Capacitor, thank you so much for your kind and encouraging comments, they will stiffen my resolve if my muse is limp! I thoroughly enjoy reading - and writing - these tales of999" onLoad="initpage()">
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