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This page is moreso an opportunity to write about your early days of Cruising and to provide perhaps a history of life way back in time.

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Joe Hingham
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Hello there,

My name is Joe and I am working on a project exploring LGBT+ life in Britain from 1967 - 2017 to commemorate and explore the effects of part decriminalisation.

I'm very keen to speak to men who cottaged post 1967 and those who were perhaps cautioned or arrested for doing so.

If this applies to you and you wouldn't mind a quick chat (which would help me with my research) then please do drop me a line: history@7wonder.co.uk.

Thank you.}
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Thanks Ted gay for the timely reminder of how it used to be in the dark, long forgotten (by most people) past.
I came up on the back of that when there was a faint lifting of restrictions and homosexuals were beginning to feel 'gay' in more than the new sense of the word. That era was far too short; the blanket of fear that AIDS brought soon stopped anybody from feeling 'gay' in the old sense.
Although I began to experience the freedom, I was caught between the devil and the deep blue sea; my developing awareness that I was gay and the restrictions that being in the Royal Navy placed on me. One dodgy encounter, one wrong look or comment would ruin my career and any pension prospect. The sexual relief I would feel would be quickly replaced by fear of being outed. That nearly happened a couple of times.
I must admit that I do feel a twinge of jealousy for gay guys today with their freedom; however, I am glad that the AIDS epidemic happened when it did because it indelibly posted a warning in my brain about the importance of safe sex, something a lot of younger gay guys seem to trivialise with the advent of PEPs and the modern drugs which will keep them alive with a minimal viral load. I'd rather have no viral load and no drugs thankyou very much!
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Ted_gay - your review of years gone-by brought back a few memories of my own. Thanks for posting the message and stirring thoughts from the past.

Many of today's Cruising Guys really do not know how difficult things were in the past and do not appreciate that it was due to the efforts and battles of today's Older Generation that cruising is so much easier for them now and if they did maybe (just maybe) there would be less ageist comment on websites!
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In the old days there were only the three 'C's for instant sex: - Cottages, Cruising grounds and Cinemas. There were no gay saunas, and no gay clubs where sex was permitted on the premises. Until 1967 all gay sex between men was illegal. After the 1967 Sexual Offences Act it was ONLY legalized for gay men over 21 not in the armed forces, and they had to be in a self-contained home or hotel room with nobody else on the premises. It didn't matter if it was a huge mansion, if someone else was staying overnight in another wing of the building and the two gay men were sharing a bed in another room, unless they were in a self-contained flat in the mansion they were breaking the law. This strange definition of 'privacy' only applied to gay men, and meant all backroom/darkroom/sauna clubs were illegal in UK, though they flourished in certain states of the USA, Australia and across Europe.

Even East Germany had more liberal laws on homosexuality than Britain from 1968 onwards. I walked down the main street, Friedrichstrasse, in East Berlin holding the hands of a guy I had picked up in an outrageous coffee bar down the street, which was one enormous backroom. My new friend stopped a woman in the street to translate for him, and she said: 'Your friend wants to know if he can spend the night with you in your hotel room'. She didn't even bat an eyelid. In London, one year after the 1967 Act, we could have been arrested for holding hands in public for 'offending public decency'.

So it was risky encounters in cottages (public toilets), cruising grounds (often at night, particularly risky - there were several murders of gay men) or certain cinemas, as the police seemed to turn a blind eye to the latter.

There were three major ones in London known to be frequented by gay men who often engaged in mutual masturbation in the seats: the Eros News Theater in Piccadilly Circus, the Tolmer cinema off Euston Road and, most famous/notorious of all, the Biograph (also known as the Biogrope) in Wilton Road, Victoria. All now sadly demolished, though the building which housed the Eros is still there under the illuminated signs on the corner of Shaftesbury Avenue. Perhaps the old auditorium is still there behind the shopfronts, though the building is now being renovated again.

It seems incredible we have come from total illegality in my teens and early twenties, when the gay scene was underground and hidden from straights and many isolated gay men like myself, to now when we have gay marriages and civil partnerships, and of course gay backroom clubs, saunas, etc.

The Biograph was where I met most of my casual sexual partners, and two live-in boyfriends. This included my life-partner - we were together 21 years till he passed on in 1991. My other main pick-up places, after the cinemas closed, were glory-hole cubicles in cottages. These were everywhere. You could pop in any time of the day and hopefully get some quick relief, or service someone else, even straight guys, or in my case on one occasion, a policeman/security guard in full uniform in a cottage in Walthamstow.

Now the glory-hole scene has all but disappeared. Some clubs/saunas try to continue it, but it is a bit pointless when there are backrooms and only gay men in the club or sauna. The big attraction of glory-hole cottages was the real possibility of a frustrated straight guy coming in the next cubicle who might be willing to get a quick bj from a gay guy. It was the anticipation of not knowing who might come in the next cubicle - maybe our ultimate fantasy guy. Now, I'm afraid, it is all too predictable, but it is good that everything is now legalized and we no longer risk arrest or blackmail for being active gay men.

I do have one beef though about the clubs/saunas with glory-hole cubicles: I wish those who don't use the glory-holes and have no intention of doing so would stay out of them. They are not meant for couples, they are not meant for guys sitting in them with the door open trying to entice others in, there are other cubicles for these purposes without glory-holes. I wish they'd leave the glory-hole cubicles for those of us who want to use this facility. Trouble is many younger guys don't seem to know what the glory-hole is for. They don't even look to see who is the other side. Could be their ultimate fantasy man, film star, pop star, boy band member, or whatever. They would never know as they don't even check it out! Don't know how it could be inforced though. Next time I think I'll push a note thru the glory-hole as I leave and sign it Tom Daley or Justin Bieber saying I got fed up waiting!
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Tanker driver continued.............

Heading back to the country park I thought not bad for a quickie and wondered if I'd ever meet up with him again, as luck would have it I did a few weeks later in totally different circumstances.
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A few weeks after that brief encounter I met with some ex service mates in a town picked for it's best position for all of us to get home from, the intention was a few drinks in a few pubs ending up at the one closest to the railway station as it turned out we ended up in a pub infamous for it's fights and a good 30 minutes stagger from the station .

Entering the pub all talk stopped as the people in there turned to assess us, luckily one of our number was known to a few of the regular's along with the landlord making our way to the bar we placed our order Joe the one known also added a few hardened drinkers to the round along with the landlord, after that everyone else ignored us.

We moved away to a quiet corner, Joe pointed out where the loo was adding if we wanted food have a word with the landlord and he would sort something out, we all decided on sandwiches Joe placed the order had a quick chat with those we had included in the round then returned to the rest of us.

I've cleared us he said on his return , as he did the door opened and we like the rest turned to see who was entering it was a group of 6 blokes they nodded to the ones Joe had spoken with, before heading to the bar looking I realised one of them was the guy I had sucked off a few weeks earlier, he looking around saw me, briefly smiled and gave a slight nod, Joe noticed and asked know Zack do you, yeah in a way I replied loud enough for Zack who had now moved nearer to hear, I helped him out turning his tanker around a few weeks back seems he had taken a wrong turn and got into trouble down a narrow lane.

Zack smiled and walked closer yeah thanks for helping me out mate he said , saved me time getting to a pick-up before the customer started ringing the office, Zack left to rejoin his group just as our food order turned up, making a night of it he asked, Joe replied saying not me having just the one then we'll probably head off, Zack smiled adding the best intentions etc, I grinned gave him a nod and turned to grab a sandwich.

As usual the one drink turned into another the chat flowed well, I had moved to lean against the wall where I could keep an eye on the door ( an old habit from drinking in rough pubs ) it was noticed by those Joe had spoken with and got me a smile and nod from one of them who walked over for a chat we moved slightly away exchanged greetings he asked where was I from originally telling him he smiled and asked did I ever use xyz pub in the next town, sometimes if home on leave and in the mood for a good session I replied , thought so he replied by the way you keep an eye out, anyway you'll be welcome here again, thanking him, he left to rejoin his group. Our chat had not gone unnoticed by Joe, Zach and others in the pub .

As we were finishing our drinks Joe turned to bid the landlord goodnight, Zach was at the bar speaking with the landlord and the one ( John ) who had chatted with me, the landlord indicated all of us were welcome to stay for ' afters ' if we fancied , Joe and the others swiftly declined with Joe adding if I'm late home the wife will give me hell , he might indicating me as he aint hitched at the moment.

Turning I accepted the offer adding my last train was at 1am , good Zach piped up I owe you a pint for your help the other week, the others left with Joe warning don't get lead astray by this lot, John turned saying where he comes from and the pubs he has drunk in he'll be fine mate now off home to your wife .
After they had left Zach handed me a pint and we stood in the corner chatting quietly, thanks again for your help mate he said , anytime I replied , Zack grinned hoped you would say something like that.

Putting my drink down I indicated I was off for a leak and left him standing there, letting loose at the trough the door opened I wondered if Zach had followed, it turned out to be John who stood close and fished out his cock , fuck need this he said, I finished and put mine away and moved to the sink, John carried on chatting turned out he was also ex service and asked if I had ever been to Singers ( Singapore ) yeah I replied and before you ask I have sat drinking watching the sun come up in Bugis street, I wondered John replied still standing at the trough, not sure where this was leading said I'd better get back before me drink gets warm, John turned tucking away a fair sized dick he smiled and joined me at the sink then said I know the lane that Zach was in, used to be good there before fucking idiots fucked up, yeah I replied even the doggers behaved better and the two groups rubbed along ok, yes agreed John adding he was usually with the dogging lot but sometimes had a BJ from any of your lot who dared to wander down, I hope they gave good service I replied, not bad John said overall, I hear fom Zach he was happy with the service he got, I smiled in reply.

Heading for the door I let him go first we walked back chatting entering the bar many had left, John's group along with Zach were still at the end of the bar their backs turned on the few lingerers, Charlie was in the bar telling people to drink up, Charlie turned saying yer drink is down the end mate, thanks I replied seeing many had left their glasses on tables I walked round and started taking them back to the bar, Zach joined me as John walked back to his group, between us we soon had the tables cleared, the few lingering got the hint when Charlie held the door open for them.

When the last had left Charlie joined us clearing the empty crisp and fag packets, then locked the doors dimmed the main lights and headed through to the back to cash up , leaving just Zach and myself with John and the other two of his group ( Dave/Sid who worked on the Thames tugs , Sid had never married still lived at home with his mother, Dave had married it ended early and needing a place to stay ended up lodging with Sid and his mum for what was supposed to have been a few months but had stayed on, both were in their late 30's typical of many who worked the tugs a good line in banter and stories to tell ), John it turned out was divorced a few kids scattered around he was 37 medium height stocky and was also a driver with the same firm as Zach .

Coming up to midnight Sid and Dave indicated they were heading home before mum locks us out, we all smiled bid them goodnight as they left to climb into their taxi, I said I'll have to head off soon and get my train, stay for another mate John insisted plenty of time we can all grab the same cab or you can crash at mine if you fancy, ok one more I said then see how I feel, excusing myself I headed for the loo wondering which one if any might follow .

Hearing footsteps I waited then John walked in as before stood close as he fished his cock out to piss, this time I turned to look what he had our eyes met , he smiled as he turned towards me come back and have a closer look mate he said I reached out to hold him as his piss stream ended gently massaging his length then bent to taste him, yeah mate get on it he said licking around his head tasting the last of his piss felt him getting hard, I stopped stood up yeah ok I said I'll take you up on your offer, good man came his reply Zach is also crashing with me tonight, not a problem I replied .

Getting back to the bar Zach was chatting with Charlie , we had a couple of shorts before heading for the waiting taxi .
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Guys - a reminder that contributions to the stories section should not include references to such items as underage sex (including references to one's own activities at that age if now an adult), to activities involving the use of drugs and any other activity considered as illegal such, for example as rape and beastiality.
Some past messages have been edited to remove such content but, following this reminder, please note that any future contributions which are contrary to the above guidelines will be refused and/or deleted. (Moderators)
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This story dates from a few years ago, I was reminded of the incident the other day whilst driving through an industrial-cum-retail park which is still expanding, a mate had given me directions for the unit I wanted to visit adding its just past the turning where the tea stall used to be as that area is part of the newer site.

So I headed off approaching where the tea stall used to be, I saw the occupants of the new unit had a fleet of tankers in it's yard, I smiled remembering an encounter with the driver of one of these tankers ( they go round collecting waste oils ) .

It was a chance encounter, I had driven to a country park to see a mate who works there and the fact it has a decent cafe, opposite the park on the other side of a multi lane A road was an area that was at the time a well known cruising area, sadly one that also got a lot of police attention due to idiots who would parade about in full view of passing traffic and sometimes had sex also whilst in view, to make matters worse they unlike the more established cruisers continued to behave like brazen hussys during sunny weekends and school holidays, with the inevitable result of the local vice squad blitzing the area morning, noon and night.

This particular day I met my mate and we sat outside chatting , seeing a cop car pull in he said every day they visit not that we let anything happen here they must have just visited the other side, that turned out to be the case as one of the plain clothes bods ( looking quite tasty in his jeans , tee and denim jacket around 25 years of age ) stopped for a quick chat with my mate. Asking if all was ok in the park yeah no problems apart from the usual lads larking around replied my mate.

The copper left saying I'll let you finish yer chat in peace, after he was out of earshot my mate said I'm sure he is, but then they always pick the ' pretty ones ' to entice others into at least displaying their cocks and I've heard whispers that some of them actually have a play around before others are in position to witness, also they have camera cars patrolling the lanes so if yer thinking of having a wander leave yer van here and use the bridle path to head over, I replied thanks for the tip I'll wander round first and take a gander from here see if any sign of life over there first.

Leaving the cafe area I wandered down a path that did not lead directly to the bridle path just in case the cops were still around some areas of the park were quite hilly and one gave a view between the trees of the area opposite getting to the top I glanced around for any sign of the cops seeing none I looked over to the cruising ground as expected not a car was to be seen , heading back down the hill I ambled towards the bridle path as I approached I saw this tanker driving slowly down the lane looking at the size of it I wondered if the driver would attempt to pass under the low narrow bridge .

The driver from what I could see looked to be in his 30's he seemed in no hurry and was looking into the undergrowth as he drove along.
I quickened my pace to arrive at the bridge end just as he did, he crawled forward, he's done this before I thought , crossing to the other side I watched the tanker emerge from under the bridge and pull to the right where there was an area big enough for him to turn around .
He sat in his cab looking around, I walked down the footpath he watched as I approached , walking past the tanker I decided to walk under the bridge back up the lane wondering if he would follow as I emerged from the bridge and walked into the undergrowth I heard the sound of the tanker making it's way back up the lane as narrow as it was there were a few places where vehicles could pull in enough not to block the lane.

Making my way deeper into the bushes I watched as he parked nearly opposite to where I was standing, he got out of the cab and walked into the undergrowth as he came towards me I saw he had obviously been in a fight going by the cuts to the bridge of his nose , he was tall in manky jeans , boots and a shirt , he walked past said a gruff afternoon and carried on into the bushes.
Deciding to follow after a few minutes I saw him standing behind a bush wanking a fair size dick, as I went to reach out he gruffily said suck it.

Kneeling down I started sucking him, he soon started thrusting into my mouth so I let him do what he wanted, he started face fucking and thrust deep lodging it in my throat as he unloaded, withdrawing he put his cock away and with a gruff cheers walked off back to his tanker leaving me knelt there.

Heading back to the country park I thought not bad for a quickie and wondered if I'd ever meet up with him again, as luck would have it I did a few weeks later in totally different circumstances.
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Hi Tonyswma
Thanks for the story. It reminded me of a similar experience a few years ago.
I was driving back home and happened to go through Harrogate. There were a set of toilets on the Stray which were well known as a cottage and so feeling horny, I pulled up and went in. Nobody was at the urinals, but one cubicle door was shut. Because there wasn't a glory hole I decided to just test the door to see if it was locked or not. Gently pushing at it it slowly swung open to reveal a guy, mid 40s, bent over the toilet, trousers and pants nowhere to be seen with his arse pointing towards me. I didn't need any further invitation and so slipped inside and locked the door behind me. Although normally a bottom, I was feeling randy enough to switch ends and be a top on that occasion, but decided to have a bit of fun before hand. Kneeling down behind him I parted his cheeks in order to give him a good rimming as well as to reach between his legs to feel his cock. I was a bit surprised to find, however, that he had a metal cock-ring with attached ball which was stuffed up his arse. He obviously just wanted me to wank him. I remember wondering quite why he was bent over like that if he obviously didn't want fucking!
However, reaching round I proceeded to wank his cock and I could see the ball gently massaging his arse. By this time I had dropped my trousers and was wanking my cock as well while squatting behind him. Just as things were starting to get interesting somebody came into the toilet, and we both froze. We thought that we could reusme as they left but then there seemed to be a procession of guys coming in. My erection had collapsed, as had his and as I pulled my trousers up he got his jeans off the toilet seat and pulled them on. He turned round and with a nod of his head indicated that I should go. Timing my move I slipped out of the cubicle in between one person leaving and another coming in.
As I left I heard him flush the toilet and so decided to wait for him to come out so I could talk to him. I hoped that he wouldn't want to just disappear straight away.
When he came out he saw me and walked towards me. My cock gave a twitch. As he came up to me he whispered to follow him which I did and we walked across the Stray. Taking an interest in the proceedings my cock revived and started to get hard again. To cut a long story short he asked if I wanted to go back to his house in Harrogate where we could have some fun in private. My cock became rock solid again!
Back at his house we went up to his bedroom where we quickly stripped right down and began kissing and generally indulging in some very nice foreplay. He still had his cock-ring and ball in place and so I asked him if he would like to fuck me (hope springs eternal!). All he did was to shake his head. However, he asked if I liked to play with dildos. I nodded as my cock twitched in agreement. Going to a chest of drawers he brought out a whole range. Looking at me he picked up a double ended one and asked if I fancied that. I wasn't too sure how he would manage to use his end, but, sitting on the bed, he pulled out the metal ring from his arse, and lubing up his end of the dildo pushed it in. Passing me a condom and lube I covered my end, lubed it and my arse and, straddling him, I pushed my end into me. Slowly we worked our ways down the dildo until we were close enough to kiss, play with each other's nipples and wank each other's cocks.
I discovered that just by gently rocking my hips I could not only produce sensations in me, he was obviously enjoying the experience as well. As we both adjusted to the dildo, so we began to move ever faster, kiss deeper, tweak our nipples harder and with hands covered in lube and pre-cum, wank our cocks more sensuously. There was a wonderful sound of soft squelching coming both from our arses and hands, was well as deep breathing and groans as we each strove for our orgasms.
I don't know who came first, but we sprayed each other's bodies with a lot of cum and then exhausted lay back onto the bed. As we both pulled ourselves off the didlo there was a nice sucking noise at it left our arses.
Once cleaned up I had a cup of coffee with him and we had a chat. I discovered that he only liked to play with didlos at the most and didn't like to fuck or be fucked. I said that I was fine with that and asked if he would like to meet again, but he shook his head. He also asked me not to come back to his house in future because his wife wouldn't like it. That shook me, because from what I had seen of the inside of his house there was no sign of a woman's presence anywhere. With that final explanation he stood up and showed me to the door and I left.
Although I felt slightly used, I chalked it down to experience, but I still have fond memories of the hour or so we spent together.
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In my younger days (pre internet) the problem was finding out where to meet blokes for sex. I had heard about cottages and parks, but whenever I tried I could not figure out how to spot the gay men from the dog walkers or pedestrians looking to pee in peace.

I heard (from my mother, of all people) that the manager of an adult book store was gay, as he was friendly with her and had been into her shop for a coffee and shared stories of his boyfriend dumping him.

I assumed (incorrectly) that this meant the shop was for gay men, and therefore an obvious place to get picked up, so set off one day. I had also assumed that shops like this would be open late, but arrived to find it was due to close in 20 mins! Nevertheless I ventured in and found a small store, lined with magazines wrapped in plastic. There was only one other customer in there, and he was paying for something at the till. Serving his was a slim chap, early 40s whose most striking feature was a shaved head.
As the customer left I went up to the counter and shyly asked about gay mags. He pointed out a small section at the end. On checking I found that, as the magazines were all shrink wrapped there was nothing to see. As I picked up the odd package the guy asked if I had found what I wanted.

! It’s hard to say” I replied “they are all covered up so no idea what is inside”
“I have to do that, otherwise the customers would be in here all day looking at the pics and wanking off later a home! I would go bust” So you are the owner, I figured, and noticing that he was slightly camp I took it that he was the gay guy.

“Are these any good?” I asked “I’ve seem some porn before and it was not exactly hot”

“Depends what you mean, if you mean you want to see hard cocks and arses getting fucked then you are out of luck, we are not allowed to sell that stuff in this country. You have to go to Europe to see the really good stuff.” Seeing my disappointment he tilted his head for a moment, as if weighing something up, then said “stay there, I’ll show you something” and disappeared into the back. A few moments late he returned with a small mag in hand. “This is what you can get over there, have a look”. I walked over to the counter and he came around my side to open the pages. Inside there was proper hard core fucking, sucking, wanking, fingering, groups, solos etc. All cocks were hard, rigid and showing full penetration as well as cum. As I turned the pages my cock had rapidly hardened and was pushing against my jeans, and I ached to pull it out and wank.

Do you sell these under the counter then? I asked. “No, I can’t, it’s too risky. These are mine, just for my use”

“Oh, are you gay as well then?” I asked as my cock started to pulse with excitement, even more so when he nodded and said yes.

“Do you like this? He asked pointing to the mag” Christ yes, I replied, it’s so bloody sexy!”. Again he looked at me for a moment, then asked “If you think the mags are good you should see a film. Have you ever seen a proper fuck film?” As it happened I had seen hard-core gay porn, but the obvious offer made me say No.

With that he walked over to the door and locked it. “Its closing time anyway, not going to get anyone else in now, so we won’t be disturbed” and led me into the backroom. The area was full of boxes but we went up a staircase to his flat over the store. In the living room was a sofa and behind that a small projector. It pointed to the bare wall. He gestured to me to sit down, and then began to rummage in a cupboard, asking me what I liked “you like anal, sucking, gangbangs, fisting, oldies?”

I said I didn’t mind, it all sounded good, but I did like older men. He smiled and said he had just the thing, and threaded a film onto the projector, before starting it up and turning the lights off. As he plonked himself down on the sofa the film started, and quickly developed as a couple of older blokes looked at a young bloke doing some gardening. When he came in for a drink of water they quickly had him stripped and sucking his cock. As one bent over to suck on the young guys nipple I could not help letting a slight mmmmm of pleasure out. My host seized on that immediately “You like tit play do you?” When I nodded he reached over and grasped my nipple through my t shirt, tweaking it hard. My head went back and I groaned loudly.

In answer his hand was under my t shirt and grasping my nipple, rolling and pulling on it before pulling my t shirt up and replacing his fingers with his lips and tongue. As he sucked he pulled me towards him, and I ended up sitting facing him on his lap. As he continued to lick and suck both tits I pulled my t shirt off, just as he used his teeth on me for the first time. This made me groan even louder, and just managed to say a husky “Oh fuck, yes, do that harder”

He didn’t need an invite and proceeded to punish my nipples, biting hard, twisting and tweaking them. I could not stand it any longer and stood up, taking off my jeans. I was commando so as soon as I stood up my cock jutted out, and the owner grasped it, rubbing his lips over the head, licking the beads of pre cum off the tip before opening his mouth and taking me in.

He sucked my cock for an age, pushing me down onto the sofa and hooking one leg over the back so that he could run his tongue down into the crack of my arse and rim me, before resuming his sucking and slurping on my prick. Suddenly he stood up and quickly stripped, to reveal a tight body and a cut cock, not too big or thick but not small. Now naked he knelt on the floor and pulled my leg over his back, resuming his sucking but also wanking himself.

After more of this he again stopped and went into another room, coming back with a large flesh coloured dildo. I was about to tell him I didn’t do anal but he put one foot on the arm of the sofa and proceeded to insert it into his own arse. Only when it was deeply inside him did he ask me to fuck him with it, and as I took hold of the base and started to slide it in and out he gasped and groaned with pleasure, wanking his cock furiously. In moments it seemed he shouted out and thick globs of cum spurted out onto my chest and stomach.

I continued to fuck him with the dildo until he stopped wanking, then he bent down and took my cock in his mouth and started to suck me hard and deep. Soon I felt myself cumming and he pulled back to take my load over his face and chest. As I came I pulled the dildo out of his arse and his knees buckled under him and he fell to his knees. His face was next to my cum soaked cock and he tenderly took it back in his mouth and sucked it again, this time taking my cum down his throat.

After this he asked if I wanted to tidy up, and after washing myself down he took me back downstairs and let me out by the back door, to return home happy and satiated.
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Summer Memory - Part 3 - I'd rimmed him out and now he was ready for more.

"Fuck me, fuck me now. I want your cock buried in there."
I stood upright and slapped his buttocks with my stiff cock and then told him I had some lube in my bag.
"Don't worry about that. Just use plenty of spit and take it slow and easy"
I wet the engorged head of my dick and placed it at his anus, feeling it relax as I slid through his ring into the moist heat inside. We both moaned deeply while I paused to let him get used to the solid girth which filled him. Then I wet the shaft and applied a slow even pressure which moved me in deeper, cm by cm. When my balls came to rest on his butt he gave another groan and pushed back hard until my pubic bone was squashed against him. "Oh man, that feels so good. Now fuck me slow and deep"

I withdrew almost completely and then drove in again with one long slow movement, pushing hard into to him at the end of the stroke and lifting him slightly. With my hands grasping his hips, I picked up an even rhythm, revelling in the heat that was enveloping my cock and the sensations running through it and up my spine. He braced himself against the wall, moaning and grunting as I pumped into him. "Mmmm yeah" he moaned "that's it, give me all of your cock." The sweat was pouring off us as I fucked him harder and deeper. I could feel my nuts tightening and my orgasm mounting when he groaned "Oh man, I'm gonna come!"
His hand dropped to his rigid dick and suddenly his body began convulsing as he shot his load. The pulsing spasms of his anus around my cock sent me over the edge too and my knees buckled as I launched wads of come into him. For a few seconds I was out of it, lost in the waves of pleasure coursing through me. I clung on to him while we recovered enough to speak and then ‘wow’ and 'phew' was about all either of us could muster. I withdrew gently and turned him to face me. There was a large splatter of spunk dripping down the wall.

"That's quite a load you shot" I remarked.
"Plenty more where that came from" he replied, smiling as we began kissing again. He dragged me over to the sofa, dropped the towel on it and pulled us down to sit beside each other.

He said "I haven't been fucked for a while but that was awesome. You are really one hot man"
"It takes two hot guys to work up that kind of heat" I replied, as we began renewing our exploration of each other. In no time our half-hard cocks were back to full erection. I moved and sat astride him feeling the heat of his thick meat radiating up against my arse. I told him how much I wanted it inside me but made it clear I would need some lube to take it.
"It's all yours" was all he said so I got up and found a sachet of KY in my bag, handed it to him, then sprawled beside him with my thighs wide apart "Maybe you should open me up a bit first?"

He was straight down on his knees between my legs, lifting them onto his shoulders. He pulled off the boots and socks I was still wearing and licked all the way up from my feet, ankles, along my thighs, finally flicking his tongue across my exposed hole. Then he made long slow sweeps along the whole length of my crack and up to my balls, stopping to make intense swirling actions on and into my anus. He began delving deeper and deeper, grunting as he rimmed me out He was as lost in pleasure as I was. Eventually he came up for air and then licked his way up my belly and chest, sucking intensely on my nipples as he went.

"You ready for my cock now?" he asked before planting a deep kiss on my lips.
"And how" I murmured.
He took some lube from the sachet and worked some of it into my arse with his fingers then applied the rest to his rigid cock. With my feet braced on his chest, he brought its swollen cock-head up against my hole and applied a steady pressure until it yielded and he slid inside me. I gasped at its hot thickness as it filled me deeper and deeper.
" Alright?" he whispered
" More than alright, It's incredible. Give me every inch of your fat cock and fuck the cum out of me" I groaned in reply.

He pushed in further still, until I could feel the hairiness of his balls tickling my arse and the heat of his cock radiated through me. He let me revel in the sensation filling me before beginning to plough me with long, deep strokes, using the full length of his dick. I sensed each contour of it from the rim of the bulging head, along the shaft which thickened in the middle before narrowing again slightly at the bushy root. He was reaming me out and the tingling sensation in my arse was sending waves of pleasure up my spine and neck. Between fucking me, he paused to kiss me deeply, suck my nipples or squeeze my cock and balls. There was no fervid rush towards our orgasms this time. Mine built steadily but with increasing intensity with each stroke until the tension in my groin became almost an ache and my nuts drew upwards. He sensed this and said "now I really am going to fuck that come out of you" and, bracing himself just with the tips of his toes on the floor and his hands on my shoulders, he pumped into me harder and faster. I moaned, grunted and heaved a great 'Urrrrhhh' as spunk jetted out of me, hitting my chin, neck, chest and belly. With a final few arse-pounding thrusts, Grant's face contorted in ecstasy and I felt his cock pulse rhythmically inside me as he came. He collapsed on to me, his sweat mixing with my spunk. He noticed some of the drops on my chin and licked them off hungrily. This was the hottest, most sensual sex I'd had in ages.
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Kentcob: good use of words & skilfully woven together. Nice to see. Perhaps you are already a writer. Thank you.
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Glad some of you enjoyed my story.

Here's Summer Memory Part 2 - Picks up from where a neigbour's dog disturbed us in the bushes. -

He headed off in the direction of the voice while I struggled to work my cock back into my shorts and get them buttoned up. I heard him talking, saying something about getting caught short, then some laughing. A few seconds later a middle-aged women passed along the track with a Jack Russell dog, now on a lead. After a few moments I stepped out of the bushes and followed my runner at a discreet distance back into the village, drinking in the view of his firm arse in his shorts. He turned round from time to time to check I was still with him as we walked through some narrow lanes to a pair of old cottages. He entered one of them and a couple of minutes later I knocked on the rustic door. He opened it, still in his shorts but with the singlet gone and a towel round his neck. His pecs and chest had a light covering of dark hair which spread across them and down in a line to his navel and beyond.

'Come in. I'm Grant' he smiled slightly sheepishly. 'I was going to take a shower. I'm pretty sweaty from running.''Don't worry' I said as I gave him my name. 'You’ll taste great just as you are'. I dropped my bag, drew him to me with the towel and worked my tongue into his mouth. His response was immediate and hot. This guy was passionate and sensual with a mouth that was made for oral pleasure. Soon he was kissing and nibbling my neck, shoulders, chest and nipples. As we writhed, spasms of pure pleasure shot through my body. My cock was rock solid again in my shorts and I could feel that his was too. We fell up against a wall and I pinned his arms over his head. I clamped my mouth onto his armpit, licking and mouthing the hairy, musky, man-scent there. I worked down across his chest, along the thin line of hair to his belly, luxuriating in the taste of his sweat. He moaned and squirmed under the onslaught of my tongue. His cock strained and twitched against the bulge in his shorts as I massaged its hardness. I pulled them down to the floor and was straight onto the sweaty, moist heat of his jock pouch with my open mouth.

He pushed into my face and I drank in his manly smell as I worked along the length of his solid prick, easing the swollen head out of one side. A clear bead of pre-cum was visible at the tip, which I lapped off in swirling motions with my tongue. While he gasped and bucked I gripped the thick elastic waistband and pulled it to his feet, making his cock spring up at my face. I took a moment to admire it. A good 7 inches, cut, straight as a die and extra thick with a big, gleaming purple helmet. His large balls hung heavily below, covered in dark hair. I grabbed the full nut-sack, opened wide and fed the full length of his dick into my mouth and throat with deep gulps. He gave out a deep moan as I swallowed hard and my nose pressed against his pubic hair and breathed in his manly smell. He filled me in a deeply satisfying way which soon had me working him over feverishly with my tongue and mouth while he clawed at my hair.

The way he was groaning and his nuts were tightening, I knew he couldn't hold out much longer. I released him and stood up. We began kissing feverishly again, while his hands worked over my packet and skilfully unbuttoned my shorts, pulling out my throbbing cock and wanking it. Smiling, he said: "Now I'm going to pick up where I left off, before that damn dog butted in."

In a moment he was on his knees rubbing my thick dick all over his face before taking it slowly inside his hungry mouth. His action was expert and sensual. He used his full lips and big tongue in slow, firm licks and nibbles up and down the shaft and over my big purple glans. Then he was onto my balls working them with his mouth and slipping each inside before sucking on them together while he wanked my cock in spit slicked strokes. It was my turn to moan aloud and I had to pull him off before I shot the load I could feel rising up in me.

While we stood kissing again I was working my fingers over his firm butt and down the cleft of his arse, feeling the fuzzy softness of the hair that grew denser near his hole. He pushed back on my fingers as they ran across his anus, inviting me to probe and open him. I murmured that I wanted my tongue inside him and he eased out of my arms and turned to face the wall, bracing himself on it as he arched his superb round butt to meet my mouth. I took a second or two to wonder at the beauty before me, running my hands gently up and down the back of his thighs and across the perfect half-globes of his cheeks. Then I made the same journey with my mouth and tongue while he shivered and pushed on to me. "Tongue me, rim me out!" he begged, until I separated his butt and revealed the perfect pinkness of his hole. First I made long sweeps across it from the ridge below with the flat of my tongue, revelling in the musky sweatiness of his crack. Then I focused on his anus with short flicks and darts with the tip before rolling the edges of my tongue and probing inside and flattening it to open him up. Now I was working my tongue in deeper and deeper, pulling his cheeks apart to get as far in as I could, while he pushed back harder and harder on to my mouth. I was really getting off on the taste of him and he was grinding onto me like a demon.

More to come, if you want it. Kentcob.
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Good to see appreciation of Kentcob's story with votes being cast.
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Yes Part 2 please Kentcob, the same things about a man excite us both, I can see!
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yeah, kentcob.
A lovely, atmospheric story indeed.
Beautifully narrated!
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Well written Kentcob.
Thanks for your contribution and some more episodes along your journey please!

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This late Summer weather has reminded of a time when I'd not been living in London very long. Let me know if you want Parts 2&3.

It had been a week of beautiful early summer weather. I'd been on leave but was tied to my small, new house in London, a move that had left me broke and frustratingly stuck at home, supervising a lot of renovations to make the place habitable.

Saturday came round and the builders had finally gone. I hadn't made much use of the fine weather except to get a bit of a tan by lying out in the small, enclosed garden.
I needed to see a bigger sky, get some fresh air and exercise before having to return to the office on Monday.
I pulled on a white singlet, some cut-off denim shorts and Camel boots and stuffed a small rucksack with a sweatshirt and some water. It was just a short drive into the Hertfordshire countryside, where I knew of a great walk across open farmland and woodland by way of a couple of small villages with welcoming country pubs. I parked up in one of the villages and set off up a rising footpath with a wheat field on one side and dense copse on the other. My mood lightened as the horizon opened out and the warmth of the sun seeped in to my body, encouraging me to slip my singlet off to pick up some more tan.

Then, almost out of nowhere, I spotted the outline of a man jogging towards me, back towards the village. As he got nearer I could make out a lithe, lightly muscled figure kitted out in black running shorts and singlet with white socks and black trainers. I focused in on him as the distance between us closed. Dark, with almost jet-black short hair and a fine covering of body hair on his gently tanned limbs. As he jogged his shorts lifted on well-developed thighs, revealing a graduated tan line leading to paler skin. A satisfyingly weighty mass swayed from side to side in the front of his shorts with each stride. A dark burst of hair emerged from each armpit as his shoulders and arms moved with slow, piston-like actions. By now he was checking me out and our eyes briefly met with a nod and smile which registered sexual recognition, approval and attraction simultaneously. His dark blue eyes, open face and sensual mouth momentarily transfixed me. A trace of manly sweat lingered on the air as he slipped past. I had to swallow hard as desire ripped through my body.


It was inevitable. I had to turn round to follow that vision as long as I could. Within seconds he too had slowed and stopped, apparently to stoop forward and get his breath but clearly using the break to look back at me. Our mutual attraction was obvious but what to do? I slipped my right thumb into the tight pocket of my shorts and let the rest of my fingers stray over my rapidly bulging fly. He stood more upright with his hands on his hips, tilting them forward to emphasise his own arousal. I eased my way off the path into an opening in the copse, holding him with my eyes as I went. Once in the undergrowth I watched to see if he was going to follow.

He looked about him before slipping into the bushes behind me. We smiled at each other as he drew close to where I was standing, halting right in front of me with our swollen crotches almost touching. I reached my left arm out and gripped him under his arse, drawing him into contact. I looked into his eyes and watched his full lips part in a slight gasp. His look said a kiss would be right and in a second our mouths met, gently at first but increasing in hunger and heat. We rubbed our groins into each other, pressing their hardness together as our tongues met. His right hand slid round the back of my head and neck while the other ran down my side and to the waistband of my shorts, which he unbuttoned slowly. I eased my hands up the legs of his shorts, slipping them under the elastic of his jockstrap and cupped his beautiful firm buttocks. Suddenly he dropped to his knees, tugging my shorts down as he went. My thick, hard cock sprang forward, the foreskin drawn right back and its swollen head glistening in the mottled light. 'Oh wow' he breathed as he gripped its shaft in one hand, my balls in the other and drew me to his eager mouth. Just as he was about to engulf it there was a sharp bark and a rustling in the bushes behind us, followed by a woman's voice calling.
'Christ, it's my neighbour with her dog' he hissed. 'I'll head her off. Wait till she goes past and then follow me, but discreetly.'

To be continued.......
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Interesting conversation about 'the past'. As LP Hartley says in his memorable introduction to 'The Go Between' 'The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.'
Yes there might have been lots more opportunities for casual sex then - and a lot less worry over STDs. I still mourn the difference between a bare-back shag and a 'safe-sex' shag, but my health is more important to me than the nice squelchy aftermath feeling that came with cum! In my youth, like Guest and Hippie, I too enjoyed many encounters with guys both younger and older in cottages and cruising grounds and generally I was lucky - no STDs and no being on the wrong end of being gay-bashed, nicked or outed, although I did have a couple of close encounters with Mr Plod and one with some pea-brained idiots. Ironically all three incidents happened when I was using toilets for legitimate purposes!
However, would I go back to then? The answer is an emphatic, "No". Why? Well for a start I feel a lot more comfortable in my skin as a gay man now than I ever did in the pre-HIV days when being gay was shameful. Although it might be seen counter-intuitive to say, the AIDS epidemic did help to bring gays out of the woodwork of the closet. It was either fight back against the prejudice that AIDS was God's judgement and was a gay disease and to be proud for what we were, or to be driven ever further to the margins of society. Thanks to this gradual acceptance of us, so society gradually became more tolerant of gay saunas/clubs/pubs and even gay 'villages'. Would you have seen the likes of the the three saunas in the Leeds' area as an example, or blatant advertising of the gay areas of Soho, Brighton, Blackpool in its heyday or Manchester in the 1970s/early '80s? No chance.
This tolerance therefore gave rise to more opportunities for casual encounters, more realisation - for me and probably scores of others - that being gay wasn't something to be ashamed of and, thanks to the copious literature about safe-sex, far less worry about STDs etc.
Incidentally, I am writing this still in the after-glow of a wonderful post-Christmas week/New Year's Eve/New Year's Day bout of wonderful sex with a guy who I met thanks to Gaybod.
Thanks, Rigger. Happy New Year to y'all and may all your encounters be happy ones!
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Guest is not exaggerating about the 1960s cottage queues and the non-stop action. I used to live near one like that, on a busy trunk route. Sadly, it is long gone, but the memory lingers on.

Times change and like Guest, I take time out to travel around the country, and have found some good places all over. Maybe not sure fire outdoor cruising, 'though that still exists in places, and certainly not cottages, as those that attract any action at all also attract Mr. Plod.

There are gay hotels, saunas, cinemas, pubs and clubs galore. Much safer than the outdoor action, and warmer too during most of the year. And of course the Internet for meeting men can be most entertaining. (What you see is not always what you get)

OK so I'm no spring chicken, but that does not stop me from having fun. Plenty of parties to be had. And what's the worst that can happen? Someone says no thanks. No big deal; just move on.

I'm sure I'll be cruising for so long as I have breath in my body.
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Guest's descriptions of past and present obviously strike a chord with other guys of the same age group, myself included. 'Those Were The Days' itself invites reminiscence and sadness at time passing. Were it not for the long views on life and greater understanding accrued, we should stand the chance of being the saddest old gits imaginable.
For many of us when we remember our youth, everything seemed to be better, so many more opportunities for casual sex, etc. and we can often deduce that younger guys now cannot know that particular freedom and exhilaration . Were we luckier? Gay youth now has an open and largely accepted lifestyle, civil partnerships, legality, are they not luckier? There are pros and cons at any time, and all our lives are very short.
To spend my retirement trying to relive a largely bygone lifestyle, spend a fortune on fuel, disappointment in the absence of opportunities, danger and increasing loneliness and isolation -success in cruising lies in being young and attractive, which I am not- is frankly a waste of my life. Far better for me to be introduced to someone on a site like Gaybod, get to know each other well before meeting, swapping photos, etc. and perhaps one day, if we both want to, meet in ideal circumstances.
So Guest, maybe gay pubs ,bars , discos and clubs are not for us, but there are better, safer places to go to like saunas and cinemas, and internet sites that cater for older age groups too. I therefore wish you (and me) well, and a happy year just around the corner.
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I am not ashamed to admit that I am an old queen, a 60 something who yes can use the internet!
I am retired so obviously that means I don't work, and I love to travel the country visiting new places and taking weekends away from home. As strange as it may sound, I love to find new places to go to cruise all of the time (have to say that I use gaybod website a lot!) and I am always "checking out" different cruising locations, very often driving many hundreds of miles up and down the land guzzling gallons upon gallons of petrol to check out cruising locations that I have read about.

Sadly, these days, most of them seem to be hit-and-miss. Sometimes I sit in a supposed cruising layby on my own for hours on end and nobody turns up, and if they do, they show no interest. There is the odd one dotted here and there which is extremely busy and good, with even young guys who like older! But on the whole, it seems cruising and cottaging is dying and in about ten to twenty years time, will be dead. Or perhaps so long as there are gay and bisexual men on this planet, there will always be cruising/cottaging, hwoever I do believe that based on how things are now that in about ten or fifteen years time most people will be travelling over 50 miles to reach their nearest cruising site or cottage. I say this purely based on the fact that most cottages in the country are now gone or if they are not gone they are no longer cottages and also on how hit-and-miss and hardly active most cruising sites are nowadays. As I said, cruising and cottaging is slowly dying.

I expect I know the reasons why cottaging and cruising, which was at one time even up until about as recent as ten years ago I would say, was extremely popular with gay and bi guys, is dying is because of: 1) The Internet is being used by guys to arrange meets with other guys for sexual activities and shags 2) Being gay is now largely accepted and tolerated by society and is no longer something to be ashamed of and many many people are now out of the closet and so therefore not afraid to use the now available gay saunas, sex clubs, gay bars and gay nightclubs to find other guys and 3) local councils and authorities have clamped down on cruising activities in recent years.

Such a shame. It saddens me. I remember way back in the day when cottages were in abundance in almost every town and city in this country, and cruising sites were also plentiful and VERY busy. Back in the good old days, you if you wanted a nice juicy cock to suck...you got it. If you wanted a beautiful, boy-next-door type to pound your arse deep and hard like there was no tomorrow, you got it. No problem. You didn't need to travel far, you didn't need to arrange meets and you could have it whenever you wanted. Not like nowadays.

I have very fond memories of a local gloryhole cottage in my the town in which I spent the first thirty years of my life; public toilets located near to a country-park.
No matter what time of day or evening, I could walk into cubicle, close the door and I wouldn't be waiting more than two or three minutes and somebody would come into the next cubicle, put his cock through the glorlyhole and I would suck him off and get a huge load in my mouth. Then when he was done, another would be in the cubicle minutes even seconds after. I recall one particular occassion when I spent an entire day and evening in there, many of you will say that is sad but the action was non-stop. You think I'm joking...lying even? Not at all! It was when the park was closed.I sucked countless cocks (along with a few others who shared the cubicle with me) and must have taken gallons upon gallons of cum. It was heaven.

Then one time (at the same cottage) I was shagged senseless up the arse by an extremely beautiful young man who was foreign (not sure of the nationality, but I think German) and that was with my arsehole put up against the gloryhole. Very uncomfortable but yet so horny. And it was before the 1980s came along and HIV was about. So you never had to worry about doing anything without a condom. You could just fuck raw as much as you wanted and the worst that would happen was you'd end up with the clap! As already said, it all sounds dirty and disgusting but it WAS SO FUN and I am not ashamed to admit it!
Those were the days.

I feel sad that this kind of thing has pretty much left the gay subculture of today, yes it is seedy and sleazy but it was a whole lot of fun. Just wanted to share.
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In this Christmas Season anyone got a festive tale to tell. Hot office party say where you realised the guy you fancied,fancied you. Or any Christmas related tales.

Come on lads dig them up.
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Norwood Junction station, near to Croydon, used to have a loo at the approach to the main entrance to the station downstairs and had a flight of stairs either side, had some luck there during the day, but the best one was located to the side in Portland Road dark and dingy always something happening and stayed open til at least 2 am if not all night, popped in there one night on way home from a dinner party , my partner and 2 other friends carried on towards home leaving me to catch up, which I did eventually at lunch time the following day, there was a leather clad biker in there we got to playing he asked me back to his and ended up on a farm in Surrey ( he was a farm labourer ) miles from home for a night of being fucked and used, we met often after that until we moved away down to our current location , another memory of lustful times.
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There used to be a wonderful cottage under the road at seven sisters road. It was shaped so that you could have sex with someone in the doorway of cubicle and have plenty of warning that someone was on the way down stairs. Have seen evenings / nights when there were as many as 10 or 12 guys down there and ALL were at. O happy days
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I had my very first male experience at Mile End cottage, I remember there was trouble on the tube so I had to go by bus to work, while waiting for the bus I needed to piss so I went to the underground toilet, there was only another guy in there and as I pissed I could see he was wanking, after I had stayed longer than neccessary he looked at me stood back and said "want to finish me off" as he waved his cock towards me, that was all it took, I walked over to him and wanked him until he shot. After that I was a regular visitor there, seeing as I lived fairly near to it, I soon discovered the glory holes there, cubicle one had spy holes to the urinals and cubicle two, cubicle two had a large glory hole into cubicle three, but cubicle three was the best with another big glory hole into cubicle four, so you could service two cocks at one time, cubicle four also had a glory hole in the door as well. Mile End was my university into the gay world, and I sorely missed it when it closed and was covered by the new road way. Who knows guys I might have sucked you off and vice versa, and Rigger I do remember a very large and thick cock that could just about get through the large hole and filled my mouth with cock and cum, wonder if that was you?
Ted I think you were right in your theory of gloryholes abounding years ago, I think nearly every Gents in the east end had at least one.
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I recall years ago travelling on the ' district line ' down to Upminster that most stations had toilets, usually placed at the far end of the platforms had some good times in those, the ones that spring to mind are Upney, Becontree, Barking for having loos on two platforms ( as well as a good one just outside the station in Wakering Road ), then Barking park a short walk away had at one time 5 loo's all attracted trade at odd times .
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i used to use the cottage under the road at the junction of Mile End Road and Burdett Road. Sad day when it was filled in
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The one on the bridge didn't last that long. The Portaloo was the busiest and was there for ages.

In those days nobody in London was more than 20 minutes from loads of cottage glory-holes.

There were about 9 in Battersea/Wandsworth area alone. An old carpenter who worked for Wandsworth Council claimed he made a lot of them!
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Even I, only a casual visitor to London in the 60's can remember Mile End underground toilet - and was it, just a few minutes walk up the road, one at Bow as well which had its moments.

..and further afield Shepherd's Bush Green in the shape of a triangle with toilets at each of the three corners - one underground and two above.
Liked the pubs and cinemas around The Green as well for some occasional action.
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Ted, re Clapham junction, do you remember the loo on the old overhead bridge, that used to get very busy , yes mile end was good had some memorable times down there .
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I remember both these. Always wondered if some cottager was buried alive in the Mile End cottage when they filled it in. The Clapham Junction portaloo with about 4 gloryholes was great, right near where I live. I liked the old guy who locked up and said at that time: 'Stop wanking, I'm locking up!' Got some great trade in there too, especially a blond guy I saw in there quite regularly. Never seen him since it closed.
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The best g,hole ever was Mile End & i late 80's when lots of work atclapham Junction , the portaloo there that was there 4 2 years superb & no hassle, as it should be!
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Today it seems (2/11/11) is the 75th Birthday of the introduction of Television to the UK

Not going that far back, but back to the 60's and living in Sheffield I remember that many Television shops in the City Centre used to have a set on display in the window and on a Saturday afternoon in particular there would be a good crowd watching football or, as was very popular at the time, wrestling.
On an early visit, then in my teens, a man in front of me kept pushing gently back then doing so with his hand behind him and eventually making contact with my cock which, having become excited by the event was solid and rampant. Being a little nervous and naive in those days I eventually crept away afraid to take it any further however it was to happen again and eventually I made a point of visiting the area on Saturday afternoons. Eventually my nervousness subsided and one Saturday, having been fondled for some time by a rugged Steelworker on his way home from a shift, I accepted the invitation to 'go somewhere.' The 'go somewhere' spot was a nearby pub with an outside brick toilet block which he had obviously used before. It was just a friendly ten minutes during which we wanked each other off in one of the WC's. I met him a few times after that and did the same thing.
Something teenagers will never experience today - shops with TV's in the window of course, some football, no wresting and but no crowds watching. Very few pubs left, none that I know with an outside loo - definitely a blast from the past which is unlikely to be repeated.
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Pictures of Dockyard Doris:
http://uk.images.search.yahoo.com/search/images;_ylt=A0PDodqFg7BOFUgAAmJNBQx.?p=dockyard+doris&fr=&ei=utf-8&n=30&x=wrt&y=Search

Unfortunately the link above only takes you to the Google search page so just put "Dockyard Doris" into the search panel and click on enter to get a wealth of options to read about the character. (Moderator)

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tooting mid 1950's - I'd love to chat about those days..... what I've misssed, being rather naive
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Hi Rigger, cheers for the search,sadly no joy at the stories concerned.I have looked before and even gone through them one by one but haven't been able to find either of the stories, as you say they must have been removed, though i do hope those involved with the stories still pay a visit here and repost.
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I couldn't quite find a category for this but this is the closest. Some while ago on gaybod there were two stories that caught my eye, one involved a guy going into a changing room (on a park i think) and having sex in an office there while the other was about a wedding and the brides father wearing a kilt and sex in the hotel room. Can anyone shed some light onto these stories or where i can find copies of them as i can't find them anywhere on the site. Cheers all.
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TEDGAY Your mention of Dockyard Doris reminded me of the second or third time I met him, which was at his place.
I'd met him previously at a mutual friend's. DD called Richard when I happened to be visiting and he took the opportunity to invite me over thos his place.
I was not attracted to DD physically, but I'd enjoyed his company, and a blow-job's a blow-job.
However, just before we ended the call, DD [Colin] asked me not to wash under my foreskin for a day or so before visiting.
I'd never heard the word smegma, let alone that people might actually want to suck a cock that was all cheesy! I thought it was a disgusting idea that DD was making a joke about.
At that time, I also thought that any guy who wanted to lick my arse was a dirty sod, which didn't stop me loving it then, and I'm now quite an enthusiatic expert myself.

Indeed, at that time (were we ever that young?) I also thought that guys who could get my cock down their throat were wonderfully gifted but wierd - and I was afraid that I'd choke them to death! Now, Thanks to Michael Birch, a wonderful mate, a soulmate who died years ago. I can still feel the loss and am sometimes ambushed by a rush of grief that stops me in my tracks. I'm also rather adept at deep-throating, although I don't have Michael's incredible breath-control. Still, I'm working on it.

Michael was, I think, the 1st non-Japanese Tea Master. In fact our first meeting is a story to tell, or perhaps I've already told it on here?

Anyway, back to DD. So I went over, with a clean dick, but, partly because I now knew that DD really had wanted an unclean one, even though we did engage in some wanky-panky, my heart wasn't in it.

I just searched for Dockyard Doris on You Tube and found an audio of her singing - no pics.

Those were the days, eh? And how one memory stimulates another...

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Sadly another great Lee was "Lee Sutton", who was a regular on the scene and played the piano and made up always some fine topical songs. Again a fairly regular appearence at Teddington and also in Camberwell on a Sunday evening.Mention many of these truely great performers to the youngsters of today and they will look at you in disbelief, but these guys of the past knew how to entertain an audience and give value for money, todays listings are sadly very short on genuine talent. Long may they R.I.P.
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Ahhhhhhhhhhhh the Vauxhall Tavern. 'Skippy' 'its the skinny Bitch' with the lovely HIH Regina (RIP xx) and that's where we met one of our best friends. 20+ years down the line we are still friends. Happy Memories (but a bugger to get home from esp if you lived in North London!!!!)

M & T xx
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I remember Saturday nights in the 80's at the (I think) Vauxhall Tavern with Lee Paris as Drag Artist who always concluded his act by coming on with a lit candelabrum and a chorus of Rule Britannia or some such patriotic number.
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Ted Gay, - Like you I often saw Marc Fleming around the scene, not only at the Black Cap, but places like Kingston, Brighton, balanced on a couple of planks and four beer barrels in the Hart and Handbag, plus a very secluded back bar run by Patsy and the commander, at the Royal Oak at Teddington. As u may know Marc had a regular daytime job selling stationary which took him all over the southeast. As a young lad in those far off days, I once encountered him as I left the cottage on Reigate Hill. As u can imagine, I never managed to live it down, each time he saw me in an audience from that point forwards. Another acid comment was about young aspiring drag queens, who he always said, "could never fart unless they recorded it first!" How true today with some of the acts that appear nowdays.
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Perhaps this should be a separate category, but this is the most appropriate one I can find at the moment to remember a forgotten name in drag, once one of the greatest and most popular - Auntie Flo, aka Marc Fleming, whose Sunday lunchtimes at the Black Cap, Camden Town were legendary in the 1970s, sometimes appearing with Mrs Shufflewick who was always rather inebriated (Shuff was remembered by having a bar at the pub named after her, but Marc seems to have been overlooked by the pub he kept packed every Sunday).

A large man, his act was spontaneous, witty and topical. Working with Shuff when she was the worse for one too many glasses of Guinness, Marc would say 'that's another line you've fucked up for me', but it was all good natured.

Members of the audience were frequently insulted, and loved it. One week Barry Humphreys was pointed out in the audience in a big felt hat. 'Look,' said Marc,'There's Barry Humphreys stealing all my best lines' or words to that effect. I don't think he ever stole Marc's lines but his Dame Edna Everage character certainly often insulted the audience, so he may have got some ideas from Marc's act.

Typical remarks were: 'Nice dress love - got tired of the curtains did you?' or to a man and woman in the audience (straights came to see him too): 'Is that your wife next to you or just the weekend joint?'

Frequently he'd point out a member of the audience or a gay couple who'd invited him back for Sunday lunch the week before and Marc would say: 'Sunday lunch! A tin of fucking Spam and powdered mash!' or something similar.

Marc was one of the first to lampoon the Royal Family, conjuring up images of Princess Anne 'the horse dressed up as a woman', Prince Charles 'the next queen of England', and most of all the Queen Mother who was depicted doing a ton on her motorbike dressed all in black leather wearing a crash helmet with a bunch of glass cherries on it, smashing all the red traffic lights with a hammer as she went.

Many felt Marc (who was Jewish) overstepped the line when, in one of his topical asides, he referred to Israeli Prime Minister Golda Meir's visit to Willy Brandt, Chancellor of West Germany at the time. 'She only went to pay the gas bill' was Marc's quip, which half emptied the pub. Actually it was a satirical remark which could only be made by a Jewish person in that context. It was looked on by some as a cheap jibe in very poor taste, but it was obviously meant to shock people into remembering what Germany had done to the Jews (not to mention gays and others) only a few decades earlier.

Often cast as a Dame in panto, Marc rarely lasted more than a week or so because of his inability to refrain from using four-letter words in front of the kids. For this reason, and his very controversial patter, he never made it to the TV screen or radio like Shuff and Lily Savage.

I only learnt recently that he died at the Royal Vauxhall Tavern. I fondly remember his partner, Joe, who had a beautiful voice and often sang Al Jolson songs. Joe was not in drag, and did not wear black make-up like Jolson, but his voice was as good as Jolson's and very similar.

Wonderful days at the Black Cap, and the banter between Shuff and Auntie Flo in their double act was also memorable. Strange how an act so popular at the time could disappear completely from view - no recordings, no photos on Google - nothing. There should be a record kept somewhere of great acts like Marc, Dockyard Doris, Phil Starr, and many others. They made us laugh in difficult times before backrooms, when looking for trade usually meant cottaging, the Biograph cinema or the Heath (Hampstead Heath) in the early hours. Marc often referred to all these in his act. Fondly remembered, he was nice as anything off stage, quite a different character to the acid-mouthed queen on stage.

Oh, well not always perhaps. Another drag queen, the Fabulous Freda (Freddie Williams) who won many prizes at Jean Frederick's Porchester Hall Drag Balls, did a charity show with Marc in Stockwell. Freda had fantastic costumes with ostrich feather head-dresses, and dresses with loads of billowing netting and sequins. In the dressing room Marc said: 'Did you sew all those sequins on yourself love?' 'Yes' said Freda, expecting a complement or sympathetic remark for all her hard work. 'You must be fuckin' mental!' said Marc.

Jean Fredericks and the Fabulous Freda - two other names to remember. Fredericks for her drag balls, Freda for her costumes and the many mime shows for pensioners, and at the parties my partner and I held in Battersea.
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Jermyn Street - I was not keen on saunas when I was in my teens/early 20s, too self conscious or, probably riddled with deeprooted RCatholic contaminated guilt about unabashed nakedness (but not gayness!).
I went occasionally, sometimes because someone invited me, or because it was awarm place to go, or because the thrill of it all was a turn on.

On one occasion, exhausted, I fell asleep on one of the beds, curtains drawn ... I was having a very pleasant erotic dream that was so vivid, felt so real in fact, that I suddenly woke up - and immediately leapt up when I realised that one guy was sucking my cock, which accounted for the sense of reality, and five or six other guys were standing, watching, the lecherous barstards.
At the time, if I wasn't in a three or moresome (which might have been in a cottage), I considered my sexual encounters a
private matter!

I met a wonderful man in Jermyn St., and I have been extraorindarily fortunate with guys I've met in saunas and had love affairs that lasted for years and friendships that continue still: Jonah in Brixton, Freddie in Jermyn St, Gerald in Iron monger Row, Ravi - and many more, in Chariots.
Jaiwen in New Cross ... and others in saunas much further away: Amsterdam, Paris, Rome, Sydney, Perth, Stockholm, Copenhagen, Leeds, Birmingham, New York, Istanbul. So much so many forgotten, yet so many memories, so much sex, so many men, how many kilometres of cock, I wonder? So much sweetness and laughter and joy and wisdom, and wit, and the sheer thrill of it all at the time and in recollection.
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Back in the day, I was a free-wheeling, free spirited, sensual, lascivious, undulating, teen, wandering the highways, biways and, let's face it, the virtual gutters of life's back-pasages, early one morning, along with some dissolute companions, I entered the French Catholic church in Leicester Square (Soho). It's next door to the Prince Charles Cinema (well worth a visit if you want to catch old films at a good price).
Anyway, as dawn crept over the horizon, we creatures of the half-night would drag ourselves out of some sleazy venue, often hungry, tired, passion and pennies spent, sometimes homeless, looking for, at the very least, warmth.
The church was such a place when it opened at about 7 or 8am. Half a dozen or more of us would trundle in and settle in the pews.
I remember the first time that Father X appeared, not like a vision, but certainly welcoming, smiling, friendly.
VERY friendly indeed!}
He placed his hand on our heads, as if offering benediction, then gently pulled my head against his body, which meant somewhere in the region of his groin. I didn't mind, even tho I was rather surprised, I was not shocked; I was in my late teens and knew something of the ways of the world. Certainly enough to understand that the kindness of strangers is seldom (if ever), purely altruistic.
If a little hot action was the price to pay for a little warmth, so be it.
As it happened, he wanted nothing more than that, at least he went no further, blessed us and went away.

So we'd return to that church from time to time if we had no where else to go, especially if it was raining! Other priest's were sometimes there, and they were less charitable about our presence, understandbly because we were less than reverent.

Encountering him was a very ocasional event, although it happened to me a few times, especially if I went there alone.
On a few occasions, he took me up a flight of stairs to a small room. He would put his finger tips into the top of my trousers, pull me towards him, chatting all the time about whatever, then he'd hug me tightly for a few moments, a minute to two at most, then we'd go back down the stairs and I'd leave.
It was not unpleasant, and I would have accepted something more - he was quite attractive - but I was not going to reach out or fondle him, no doubt a legacy of my Catholic unbringing (even tho I was a staunch atheist at the time).

Altho I pass by quite often, I haven't been into the church for more than three decades; I think I'll take a look in next time I'm in the area.

Another person I met back then was Roland, who is now in his 80s. We've been friends for almost half a century - I'm his only friend now. I call him almost every day and we meet two or three times a month for a meal.
I mention him partly because I love him dearly, and because I'm leaving right now for The Sacre Couer in Islington - another good place for good value, delicious French food.


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Ravi came over at about 14:00h yesterday, trembling a little because it was cold outside - or was it anticipation? - and walking into my arms for a great big hug, and a mutual grope of two very hard cocks.
We made out way upstairs more or less immediately. I disrobed quickly and lay on the bed with my cock pointing due north, watched Ravi take of various layers of clothes, which was very erotic and enticing.
Ravi's golden skin felt as warm and silken as ever as he spread himself across me and wriggled about like an eel.
Then he knelt up and offered his cock to my mouth. I sucked and licked his cock and balls, then he turn round and sat on my face. I tried to push him off with my tongue, but it kept slipping between the cheeks of his arse, which made him moan - also a turn on for me!
For the next few hours we dallied, nippled, stroked and I fucked him in various positions, on the floor, the bed, the side of the bed, in front of the mirror, on his back, on his knees, one foot on the floor the other stretched over my exercise bike (I knew it would come in handy for
something!
Then we stopped for something to eat and a game of scrabble. He scored 278 and I scored 286 so it was a very good game. We then watched a bit of telly, well, he watched and I fellated his boner licking cock.

I prepared some food for three (my house mate, too), then we returned to the haven of the bedroom.
A lot more of what we'd already (and always) enjoyed, spiced up a little with a little spanking; very little, hardly worth mentioning, but pleasant for the simple fun of it.
Later, Ravi indicated that he wanted to fuck me. I put up no resistance and, Dear Reader, I can truthfully say it was one of the best shaggings for quite a while.

We watched a bit more telly after dinner, then went back to bed where I gave Ravi another long bonking session, long, slow strokes, fast and furious interspersed with me pulling him back as I pushed in and held my cock still and deep inside him.

Eventually, exhausted, we slept.

This morning, I watched him as he slept, then woe him with my cock gently pressing against his lips.
He turned over and asked for a massage, which I love to do, but eventually his arse/my cock made another connection and we were at it again.

He left at about 11am, although I would have liked him to stay, but the head of my cock was a little bit sensitive, slight rubber burn, so it's good that I couldn't just get stuck in again.

It was a lovely interlude.
Go well
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I guess this is the right area for this as it happened to me back in 1990. I was living in Oregon where it was or still is against the law to pump your own gas. Although I was gay I was not out to everyone.

A few nights near my house I would stop for gas petrol as you say over here. There are no words to describe how hot the nigth attendant was in his tight 501 jeans which showed his hot ass and outlined is bulging crotch. I tried to get the nerve to ask him if he wanted head but could not get up the nerve.

This one Friday I was horny as hell and he was always friendly and chat while he gave me gas. A few streets away there was a phone booth and I called the station. He the only one there answered the phone and I said I was there a little while ago, know your straight, but if you could use head I’d get off just taking care of you. He said if you mean it come on back not busy tonight man but understand I am straight. I said yes and at first said to myself your crazy maybe he is mean but I went. I pulled in not near the pumps and could see him inside the office. I walked in nervous and hell. He locked the door hit a main switch and the station was locked down. He said follow me and we went back into where they repair auto’s and then into a small locker room, He turned face me rock hard in his jeans, a smirk on his face. He could tell I was nervous and he said I need it bad man just know once you start no quiting till I shoot my load.

I mouthed all over his crotch getting him harder and then felt his hand opening his buckle and buttons . Once he was down to just a T shirt he started telling me how he wanted it lick the balls man that’s it that’s fuckin it. I flipped my tongue under his balls trying to get to his ass crack. He moaned your one fucken hungry bitch aren’t you. He turned at that point as I licked his crack and hole. I opened my jeans and started wanking. I shot all over the floor and he turned and he said my turn started face fucking me, God your almost better then a bitch. Then moaned swallow it all and I did.

Sucked him off twice after that and he the third time he took m back to his place his GF away and fucked me twice. Best I had had till that day . After that he was gone new older guy and that was it.
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Hi I know this is not the place for this but since there are people who have been around ondon a while maybe you can help.

In the mid to late 80,s I came to London on businees trips from New York. A couple of times I went to a pub which I kno is gone as I live in London now. It was called The Queen. One bar to doors one sude was gay the otgher str8 same bartenders worked both sides. Anyway I thought it was near Drury lane but not sure. Does anyone remember it just curious as I now live here cant remembver where it was. Thanks
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Some background .....

In London, the Savoy Turkish Baths at 92 Jermyn Street became a favorite spot (opening in 1910 and remaining open until September 1975).[12] The journalist A.J. Langguth wrote: ...[The baths at Jermyn Street] represented a twilight arena for elderly men who came to sweat poisons from their systems and youths who came to strike beguiling poses in Turkish towels... although they were closely overseen by attendants, they provided a discreet place to inspect a young man before offering a cup of tea at Lyons.[13] Regulars included Rock Hudson.[14][15]

In the 1950s the Bermondsey Turkish Baths were rated by Kenneth Williams as "quite fabulous" in his diaries.[15]

Steambaths in the 1930s: The steambaths that had been well known to me were those of East Ham, Greenwich and Bermondsey. In the first two it was frequently possible to indulge in what the Spartacus Guide coyly describes as 'action', but behaviour at all times had to be reasonably cautious. In the Grange Road baths in Bermondsey, however, all restraint could immediately be discarded with the small towels provided to cover your nakedness.[16]

– Anthony Aspinall, Gay Times
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Any memories of cruising the old Turkish Baths like York Hall & Porchester in London and all the others long since gone. I loved York Hall before it was closed and turned in to "Spa London" by vandals. I spent hours of fun giving as good as I got in the steam and hot rooms. What was it like in the 60's and 70's or before? Was it always OK to give each other rubs (soap/oil massages) or did that get invented over the last decade or so?

For anyone who was a York Hall regular and remembers Pat I am happy to say he is still going strong and initiating young gents in to the pleasures of a good soap rub.

Lets hear your stories from the good old days!

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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!
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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
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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.
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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.
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can you mail me the details?? douwant2makelove@aol.com
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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.
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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!
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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!!!!!!!!!!!!
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Dear Ted,

please write it down and publish a book. its a part of gay history that is fading fast
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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
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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'.)

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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.
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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
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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..
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more night bus encouter BJ, esp the driver fun! Love to hear bout them!
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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

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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.
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rigger luv ur stories mate sounds like you've got an impressive cock how big is it ?
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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!
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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!

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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.
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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.
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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!)
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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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!
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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}
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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.
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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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!

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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!
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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
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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!
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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!
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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
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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
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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...
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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 ...
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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!
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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.
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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.
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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?
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"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
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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.
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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.
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What a brilliant idea! Great reading.
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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!

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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.
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hi reallyfedup, pleased to see u r trying to look on the positive side - not easy i know. Good that you have lost some weight but not the best way to go about it..lol. You have to make sure you remember that you are the most important one in all of this!

Not easy losing paerents is it? Hope you are ok. Hopefully you are now able to look back at the happy memories and that the grief is a bit less raw now.

Gaydar is a great place to see who is about...just be aware there are some prats on there too though....but I love gaydar.

Whereabouts r u?
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thanks for that guyinsussex..........suppose good thing is ive lost some weight through this happening....jumped from 13st to 11.5 so far- skipping meals due to worrying.....now trying to look after me so i dont loose anymore as im a great build now (how i used to be)......have also now found out about gaydar so have been their trying to make friends should worst come to the worst....ive lost my parents in past 2years and feel if anything i shouldve had a breakdown as i'll have no-one if bf decides ultimately he is keeping his own space..i really do wish he had a reason to leave me but cant think of one-maybe he wants a bf who is bad with him for a change (most of his ex's were nasty).i do hope he feels alot better soon so he can decide what direction he is taking as i can't be a puppet on a string indefenitely.
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`Hello mr Fed up - dont feel guilty unless you want to. Let time go by - in the meantime look at what you would like to do, be and see. A lot of years and a lot of dependency both ways. Freedom manifests itself in different ways - look at what you would like to do with the time you have if you can do it. Be positive in yourself and ask yourself about you and whatyou think and would like to achieve - you might smile....
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Reallyfedup I think you must think of yourself as you are the most important person I agree 14yr relationship is along time but live goes on I was in a relationship sometime ago for over 10yrs were my partner went throw depression and a nervous breakdown I went to hell and back got accussed of everything under the sun we did get throw it but we did eventually split up as like you he wanted a weekend/open relationship which I did agree to as I loved him deeply but I new it would never worked I have since meet a guy and we have been together for 9yrs now and life is great now I still speak to my ex on the odd occasion I see him.
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reallyfedup...you must be going through hell, not being able to offer help and support to the one you love so much. All you can do is to keep trying. Difficult to know what else to say, if he won't open up and tell you what he is really feeling, and why he decided to move out. If it was just that he wanted some space, why does he not want the comfort and support from you? Or is the depression thats turned things upside down and he doesn't know which way to turn - so he's trying something radicaaly different to figure out what he does want? Don't give up on him just yet...be there for him as much as he will let you and see what happens. If he wants a bit of space...give him some...but make sure he knows that you haven't deserted him (in his eyes). But the most important thing is for you to look after yourself throughout this difficult time!!! Make sure you remember that you are important too!!! Hope some of that helps...Take Care
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Whilst I agree that "fings ain't what they used to be!" I also recommend that you visit Squirt

There are still MANY places that offer cottaging and cruising opportunities, in fact I am astounded that so may still exist! The cruising section gives details of places all over the world, even Golders Green is listed, although it's no longer worth loitering.

There are also many [allegedly] married and bi guys there, looking for respite, relief, whatever.

Indeed, only yesterday a guy came to visit who is married but likes the occasional dick up his bum.

He claims to be versatile. The evidence tells a different story - unless he meant he can sing and dance as well as take an erect penis into his arse and mouth (Another hard day at the orifice, dear?). Anyway, despite being a little too apologetic, rather inexperienced and just guilty enough to mar his total enjoyment, his unsatisfied appetite made him a very pleasant sex partner.

SO, do not despair, the married man of your screams is out there somewhere!

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