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    Gay Male / 24

    Good morning, afternoon or whatever the time is where you are! It's a beautiful day here in Wales on the third leg of my backpacking tour of the UK.

    And what a tour it's been starting in Scotland and working my way down through the sites, foods and culture of the wonderfully weird and welcoming cities and countryside.

    Wherev er I have had the chance I've hit up the gay pubs and clubs to meet delicious men of the UK, so many accents, looks and bodies for me to enjoy.

    So far the men of Scotland have some incredible staying power, the grunts and words in their accent really got me going, the men in the north of England were polite and charming but so down with the dirty it was heavenly.

    But Wales, well I hit the jackpot; I was recommended by the hostel receptionist I hooked up and spent time with in Manchester to visit friends of his a nice couple whilst in Cardiff.


    I checked in at one of the hostels in Cardiff, not too costly but had all the basics I needed and with a quick power nap and refreshing shower I started to tour.


    I rang the couple in question the following morning, who were eager to meet as they had heard all about me from their friend. We arranged to meet at a cafe near to where I was staying, a short bus ride for them.


    I got there first and bagged us a table near the window, so I could keep an eye out for them; I had a picture of them on my phone from their friend and apparently theu had one of me.


    It was too long before they came in and I stood up and waved them over, I've never been short on confidence; heck I've been travelling on my own for ages now visiting various countries.


    Ordering us some drinks, we started firing off questions too each other and generally getting to know what was happening, my plans for Wales etc...


    We spoke of my travels, they told me about life in Cardiff, both of us spoke about our now mutual friend.


    So as time moved round the clock, they offered me a tour round the city and drinks after at one of the local pubs.


    We spent the day touring the sites, having some drinks and then the flirting from them began; it was pretty clear they were hoping to get me to join them and I couldnt think of a reason not to.


    So we hit a club, flirting turned into light touching to them groping me pretty forcefully.


    asked if I wanted to go back to theirs, we got out pretty quick in a cab and in their bedroom in record time.


    I wont lie and say I'm not a cock slut cos I am, but I always pride myself on being clean and healthy and get tested to be sure.

    I took both of them several times that night, them fucking me hard till my legs were jelly. Being spit roasted was new to me and so much fun.

    Having my mouth full of cock and semen whilst I feel the force of another being pushed deep in my hole is exquisite; deepthroating whilst my balls are slapped and pulled as one cums and the other blows his load deep in me is such ectasy.

    The men of the UK really know what they are doing and I still have southern England to go before hitting London on my last stage in August.

    Cum to the UK and enjoy the fun!




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    Bi-Sexual Male / 36

    I've always been a sex addict with many fetishes. When I was around 14 I would wear my 16 year old sister's things, and let the family dog mount me in the woods. Inconstantly inserted things into my ass too. I traded blowjobs with a friend down the street. In college I would go to the local adult book store to get blowjobs.

    As an adult I would always have a girlfriend, but meet guys on Craigslist. The first was about 60. He couldn't get hard, but would lick, and toy my ass while he gave me expert head. I met a couple of army guys that I traded be blowjobs with.
    I then hired a tranny hooker and she took my ass. Very sexy. The last one was about a year ago. I met a guy in his office with my wife's lingerie on underneath my clothes. I sucked him, and he fucked me bent over an office chair. He blew a massive load into my ass. I'm looking for that next great experience now.

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    Bi-Sexual Male / 52

    When I was seven years old, my father died unexpectedly, leaving my mother and me to fend for ourselves. It became clear that we couldn't afford the payments on our house and it was either lose the house or take in a roomer. My mov rented a bedroom to a local bachelor bartender. She washed his clothes for him, cleaned his room, cooked for him and he paid her a monthly rental payment that was enough for us to keep up with our mortgage payments, and then some. Otto was a bit of an odd duck, short, a little on the heavy side, and horned rimmed glasses. He had an odd sense of humor but other than taking his meals with us and sometimes watching television with us, he pretty much kept to himself.

    Mom made it very clear that Otto's room was private and I was never to enter his room, but when I would get home from school in the afternoons, Otto was at work and my mom was also working part-time, so I had the house to myself. One day, I entered his room and found it to be very clean and neat. There was a small Philco black and white tv set in one corner, across from Otto's bed, and two dresser drawers. There was a closet and Otto had shirts, pants, sport coats and ties hung up in there, as well as a couple pairs of shoes. As I was poking around, I found a stash of what we used to call girlie magazines. When I leafed through them I saw photos and drawings of topless and even fully naked women in them. One of the magazines was a family nudist magazine and it had naked men and women in it, as well as naked teens and kids, some my own age. Looking at the naked pictures, i could feel a strange tingling in my penis and soon it became erect. I pulled down my pants and began pulling at it and found that this intensified the tingling. Soon the sensations became extremely intense and I had my first albeit dry orgasm.

    I put the magazines back the way they had been and decided that I would return whenever I found myself home alone. After that, I gradually became quite proficient at getting myself off, not by jerking my cock up and down but rather by slapping the head of my cock back and forth with the flat of my right hand. The orgasms were increasingly intense and I wanted to beat off all the time. Over the next several months, I became increasingly daring in entering Otto's room and playing with myself looking at his magazines. If my mom was home, i would steal into Otto's room while sh was cooking, slip a magazine or two or three under my shirt and lock myself in the bathroom, slapping my cock silly as i reached orgasm after orgasm. My mother would call out to me and tell me to get out of the bathroom. I would slip back out and then replace the magazines in Otto's room.

    When my grandmother took ill, my mom stayed at the hospital with her. There was no one that she could leave me with, so she asked Otto if he could watch over me. Otto made arrangements with one of the other bartenders switching shifts with him and stayed home with me. Otto Friday me a grilled cheese sandwich and then ran the water for my bath. I was reluctant to stip in front of him, but he said that guys get naked before the guys all the time and that it was no big deal. I warily stripped and then stepped into the tub. The rate was too hot, so Otto ran some colder water to even out the temperature. He then kneeled by the side of the tub and washed my head to to with a wash cloth upon which he had rubbed the Ivory soap. He seemed to take a great deal of time washing out my rear end and my penis, gently pulling back my foreskin and cleaning underneath it with the wash cloth just as my mother used to do it.

    When I was squeaky clean, I stoop up and he told me dry in a big bath towel, and I padded over to my bedroom to put on my pajamas. In the meanwhile, Otto stripped off his clothing and began showering with the bathroom door ajar. I looked in on him and was amazed at the size of his long thick red cock, which was semi-erect and his low hanging balls that looked almost like billiard balls to me. When he finished showing, he put on a pair of pajama bottoms and asked if i wanted to watch tv with him. I said sure, and went into the den where our old Dumont set was parked and turned it on. It generally took quite a bit of time to warm up. Then I would have to control the horizontal and the vertical until the picuture was even, then play with the rabbit ears until the snow settled down. When Otto walked into the den he had his nudist magazine with him. I was shocked that he would walk around with it so brazenly. he sat next to me on the couch and i could see the pictures as he flipped through the magazine. I noticed that his cock , which had been running down the leg of the pajama bottoms was becoming more and more erect. Then I realized that his cock wasn't the only one become erect, and tried to hide my little erection from his visage.

    Otto laughed and said that it was natural getting an erection, then pulled down on his pajama bottoms until his thick red penis sprang up and bobbed before me. He told me the he knew that I was reading his magazines and knew that I was playing with myself looking at them. He asked whether I'd ever seen a cock as big as his and I readily admitted that I hadn't. He urged me to touch it and i grasped it with my little hand and found that i could only encircle half of its girth. It felt vey warm to the touch and I could feel his pulse pounding away n the shaft of his massive cock. I looked up at him and he was staring at me with a feral look that i'd never seen before. "Suck it," he said and I looked at him as if he were crazy. "Go on, suck it!" Then, "I know you want to." I was afraid. I didn't know what I should do. I'd been told to respect my elders and Otto was definitely my elder, but why would i want to suck his pee-pee? Otto reached out and pushed the back of my head forward until my mouth reached his bobbing erection. "Open your mouth!" I shook my head side to side, but he pushed me forward wo that my lips wee bushing again the shiny head of his massive throbbing tool. I opened my mouth to say no but then he thrust his penis into my open mouth and I tasted his cock, salty and surprisingly savory. "That's it, that's it, now suck my cock!" I only had the head of his cock in my little mouth, but I did as he asked, sucking on that head, using my tongue on it, my lips closed hard around it. After a few minutes, Otto began grunting and rutting like a ram in heat and then shot volley after volley of his thick, creamy musky tasting cum choking me in the process. "Suck it, suck it!" he yelled and I kept sucking it while choking at the cum that was sliding down my throat. When he had finally finished humming, he demanded that i lick it clean and then sent me to bed with the taste of his cum in my mouth. After that, whenever we were alone, i would suck his dick and lap up his cum. Thankfully, he never tried to penetrate me anally, as I am convinced he would have ripped me apart by doing so. My mom never found out about Otto. A few years later, when I was eleven, Otto was killed in a traffic accident. My mother and I went to the funeral. Other than some of his friends from the bar, the funeral home was empty. He died with no family. In his will, he left us almost ten thousand dollars "for services rendered," which my mom thought referred to the great care she had shown him. Me? I knew otherwise.

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    Transsexual Male / 22

    I am a transman. I knew I was feeling odd since I was about 7 or 8. My mother and her dumbass boyfriend couldn't tolerate that I was a sweet 16 dating the football jock. I went out with boys to appease them even got fucked by a few and hated it. Then last year when I had the hormones and haven't had any surgeries yet, I was in my transman glory at my moms house. When left alone for the night with her stupid boyfriend, he r**ed me. He came in and literally ripped off my boxers and my tee shirt and told me he'd teach me what a pussy was for. He r**ed me 3 times during the night. The next morning, he told me since I wanted to be a man I should get fucked like the faggot I am. That's when he pushed into my butthole and had my first anal sex. IT was horrible and painful and he went hard and fast for about 30 minutes before he came inside my butt. Thank heaven I didn't get pregnant from the night before. I left that morning of my anal r**e, even phoning my mom and telling her what happened. She's still with the shithead.

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    Gay Male / 50

    This happened 13 years ago when I had turned 50.I had been dumped by a long time girlfriend who I was in love with and felt very depressed.She felt sorry for me so she got me into counselling through her work benefits to help me over the hump.I began seeing this older psychiatrist who was tall, balding with thick black glasses and a silvery moustache. He was in his early 70's and semi-retired so only saw a few clients per week.I was surprised he never offered me medication and instead said he used Freudian methods to uncover deeper issues in order to resolve them.

    I had been seeing him for a few months and was beginning to trust him.We had been discussing my childhood a lot and he had uncovered that when young I was in an oral phase for longer than most.I enjoyed watching my mother smoke cigarettes and wondered what it would feel like to smoke them.I often sucked on my thumb and felt soothed.I had seen my father naked coming out of the bathroom and saw his thick cut cock and it thrilled me though I repressed the feeling at the time.The more we talked about these things the more he gently guided me into a different awareness of who I was.Finally one session he pointed out he thought the deeper issue for me was that I had repressed homosexual longings especially for father figures and fantasized I was in my mother's role as partner.This had hindered my relationships with women and doomed them.He thought that a man would satisfy me much more and would match my preferences.I was taken aback and did not know what to say.

    The doctor suddenly looked at me intently.He said you are a good looking guy and need to get this out of your system.I can help you with this.He got up from his desk and had me stand up.He moved closer to me and said"Daddy can help you"With that his hand started exploring my crotch area and cupped my stiffening cock.He then bent down as he was taller than me and kissed me hard with the moustache tickling my lips.He shoved his tongue in my mouth and I opened to receive Daddy's tongue.I sucked on his tongue and became passionate.We necked passionately.Then he unzipped his slacks and took out his penis which was a decent size and had a big knob on it.He guided me down on my knees and had me worship his tool.I kissed the head and played with it in my hand before taking as much of Daddy's cock as I could.After awhile he shuddered and unloaded his Daddy cum down my throat making me take every drop.After he finished and zipped up we both sat down again.He then said from now on these sessions are for you to please Daddy anyways he wants.he offered me a cigarette and we both lit up as I thought how crazy is this.As I slowly smoked A new feeling crept into my consciousness.This intense desire to please Daddy was now taking over me."i said yes daddy I will do as you ask.Needless to say over the next few years he became my Daddy in all ways including fucking me like a dog on his couch in his office.I was pleasing daddy and loving it.

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    Bi-Sexual Male / 33

    I played the submissive role and love it. Started chatting with a guy on a gay app and he seem to be the dominant type of guy and asked me to call him Sir and daddy and beg for his cock. Never having done this I just played along and called him daddy and begged for that cock for a couple days until weâve met. I waited for him ass lubed up ready to be fucked. He showed up and it turned out he did have a big cock like the pictures he sent and stuck it deep into me, I felt pain but took that cock as he wanted me to. I became a submissive good little bitch boy and begged for to the cock as he fucked me and stuck his cock deep, stretching me. He came in so deep inside of me that the cum never came out. I have to say that I felt really good afterwards. The feeling of completely being submissive to a dominant top that knows what he wants gave me the feeling of trust, mixed with the pain and pleasure of the big cock, it was euphoria it was some of the best sex that Iâve ever had. Iâm still horny from that fucking. Loved it.

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    Straight Male / 18

    Took a wager off a friends uncle that I couldn't have him put his massive cock in my mouth. Not to suck it or pleasure him, just to put it in my mouth and have it rest on my tongue for ten seconds. The bet was for fifty pounds and a lift, if I did it, to a music festival. If I lost, we didn't get the lift and I'd have to go on to sucking him off. In front of his uncle, my friend watched me not only hold his massive cock in my mouth, but as soon as I passed the ten seconds, I began to suck on his dick. I hadn't meant to, but his uncle kind of began to fuck my mouth and it was totally instinctive to suck his cock. I only sucked for about a minute, but it was long enough for me to know I enjoyed it. And we both knew when I released his dick, I'd suck it for real if he asked again.
    We took the lift down to the festival, and as soon as we arrived my friend headed off to pick up our wrist bands, leaving me with his uncle in his van. Not saying anything, I watched him lower his shorts and saw he was already fully erect. Leaning over I took hold of his cock, opened my mouth and gave my first real blow job. My friends uncle didn't last too long before he forced his cock half way down my throat and came hard making me swallow his hot cum.
    The festival was last month and since then my friends uncle has been a frequent visitor to my home. I text him when my parents are going to be out and he calls by. In the time since the festival, I reckon I've sucked him off over twenty times and he's now suggesting I try and allow him to fuck me. I haven't said yes yet, but I'm seriously thinking of having at least try to fuck my arsehole. What do you think ? and does that mean I'm now gay ?

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    Bi-Sexual Male / 20

    Every week for the past five months, our area and especially our cul-de-sac has been monitored by a spec****st company on behalf of the company who erected the houses. It's because of ground gases which are apparently in enough quantity, dangerous.
    Only two weeks into their monitoring, we had a new guy doing the testing. And within days of first meeting him, I had his massive married cock in my mouth.
    I've put myself down as bisexual, yet I've not fucked a girl since I was seventeen and I've only ever had sex with five in total. I do like having sex with females and fucking them, but I much prefer to suck cock and have a much older man fuck me.
    As my parents home is the last (Furthest down) in the cul-de-sac and closest to the proposed leaking, we're the house that is covered most. It generally means the man testing has to be around for a couple of hours.
    The married man in question, was testing at the rear of our property and it was raining. Asking him if he wanted a cup of tea, I saw him checking out my rear and touching his cock bulge in our kitchen. It was purely a base reaction I knew, yet I thought if you don't ask, you don't get.
    So giving him his cup of tea, I put my other hand to his cock bulge. It could have gone horribly wrong and I could have gotten myself beaten up. But it didn't go that way. Putting his cup down, he undid his work trousers, flopped out his very impressive flaccid cock and told me to suck it for him.
    Never one to miss a chance to suck a nice cock, I went down on him and felt his hardening cock slide over my tongue. It was clear straight away I wasn't the first gay or bisexual young man to suck his dick, as he instantly held my head and lead the oral play between us.
    Fucking my face for some considerable time. (The longest I could ever remember anyone face fucking me), he bucked harder into my mouth and held my head like a vice. I had absolutely no choice but to gulp and swallow his cum as it erupted from his cock and he carried on pumping away until he finally let go. Lifting me up, he put his head down and kissed me. It was such a passionate kiss, it took me by surprise and I very nearly pushed him off. As it was we kissed for some time and he began to feel my cock through my shorts. Breaking off the kiss, he asked me if I wanted him to return the favour. It was then I told him, I prefer to cum from being fucked.
    'Next time then' was his words and as he drank his tea, I asked him all about himself.
    Married to a wife who see's once a month, as more than enough sex. Been fucking young men's mouths, usually, for some time. And occasionally if he knew the young man was clean and up to taking his size of cock, he'd fuck them.
    He came back two days earlier than planned. Before he came round, he text me as we'd swapped numbers on our first liaison and told me he was horny for fucking a young arsehole.
    When he arrived just after ten in the morning, I was already shaven (pubic, under my arms) and had cleaned myself internally. I was sat all but naked with just a t shirt on and I was already erect with the expectancy of being fucked.
    Letting him in through the rear patio doors, he kissed me hard and reached for my dick. His hands were cold and having him grip my cock like that made me gasp. Breaking away, he told me he didn't have much time as his manager was calling by soon. I knew what he meant and what he wanted, so still in our kitchen, I quickly coated my arsehole in olive oil, bent over the island worktop and waited.
    I heard him shuffle about, then felt him right up behind me. Turning my head and body, I looked down to see the cock I'd sucked the week before and wondered if I could take a cock his size. Before I had chance to take another thought, his cock was pressing past my sphincter muscles and he was already deep inside my arsehole.
    For the next five to ten minutes or so, I was treated like a gay rag doll, and I fucking loved it. It hurt at first, yet I was impaled on a forty eight year old's cock and I couldn't have been happier.
    He gave me absolutely no quarter in regards to how I felt, and fucked me like it was his last day on earth. I've been fucked hard many times before, but nothing the like of which he drove his huge cock into me.
    As he fucked me, he kept on telling me I was his slut from now on and with every sentence he said it, he thrust into me deeper and with more force. Building up to my own orgasm, I told him I was going to cum and had him fully encircle me with his powerful arms. Lifting me off the ground, he plunged into my arsehole and I came like a fountian of cum spurting everywhere.
    It was one of, if not the most powerful orgasms I can remember having. And just as my orgasm subsided, he groaned loudly in my ear and I felt his cock explode in my bowels. Cum load after cum load entered me and it began to ooze out as his cock softened a little.
    Putting me down, I leaned onto the counter again and felt him pull out. Getting myself together, I turned to see him buttoning up his trousers and within less than a minute, he was outside of the patio doors, just in time to hear a man shouting his name.
    As he spoke to his manager, I got dressed and went out front to see them chatting on the front lawn. His manager greeted me, looked at his operative and smiled. That smile said everything to me, and I knew later when he said his technical engineer would be round more often for checks, that my arsehole would be getting fucked much much more often.
    And so it has been the case. My parents are grateful I'm around in the mornings to have our study done. And I'm definitely grateful, as the engineer now visits two to three times a week and only actually checks our ground gases once.
    In the last five months he's taught me a whole new excitement of being fucked, and a whole new appreciation of what older men can do in regards to sex. Pity for her, his wife doesn't see it that way.

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    Bi-Sexual Male / 38

    After an hour and a half of awesome and extremely rough gay sex, I'm just getting my breath back. Right now a nineteen year old wet boy from the shower we've just shared, is slowly suckling on my cock. He's trying to raise yet another hard on, as he's just told me his ass needs filling to the brim. Twice a week for the last eight months, I've been booking the same motel room and fucking the shit out of Ryan. All of this wouldn't be a premise for confession, if it wasn't for the fact he's my wife's youngest brother. And someone even before I began to fuck him, was sucking me off every chance we got. It helps I know the motels owner, and it also helps Ryan does odd work days for me in my business. Only he doesn't work and we get to fuck mostly during afternoons of gay fun. My wife would divorce me in a heart beat if she knew I was fucking her brother. And would probably end our marriage anyway, if she knew I've always been bisexual.

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    Straight Male / 21

    Iâd say Iâm subjectively straight but I cruise Grindr and chat to a lot of people, maybe because they are like minded.

    I never intended to meet anyone on there until around 2 months of using it. He was an international student, a few inches shorter than me but muscular and had a cock twice the size of mine when soft and hard. For some reason his chat and how he knew I would submit did it for me. His persistence made me feel wanted and he sounded very dominant.

    I let him come straight to mine and after a bit of chit chat he had me on my knees while he talked down to me, slapped my face with his hand and cock, fucked my face, spit in my mouth before bending me over and squeezing his enormously thick cock into my virgin asshole. It felt amazing.

    Since then, nearly 60% of the time I have sex with girls I think of how he dominated me and how much I want it again.

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