‘Go on. Take your cock out. I want to look at it.’ The two lads had been looking through a stash of discarded porn, old magazines in a plastic carrier bag abandoned at the foot of the bridge, exposed to the elements, the pages weathered and battered by mother nature. However, upon it’s rediscovery by the two horny teenagers, the faded images of models from a bygone era displaying their most intimate bodily parts to the camera had engorged the loins of both the young treasure hunters. The magazines ranged from the 60’s, black and white nudes, through the 70’s to technicoloured images of hairy… 続きを読む

I am a big bear of a man nowadays, with a middle aged spread and more hair on my body than I have on my head. When I was younger, I looked like a smaller version of Stone Cold Steve Austin; now I look more like Tony Soprano! They say that you don’t appreciate your youth until it’s gone, and boy, it seems like a long way behind in the rear view mirror at this point! However, the joy of a site like this, is that occasionally you’ll come across a video of an excited youth taking their first steps on a road to a fetish or pastime that they will indulge time and a small fortune in, just for those f… 続きを読む

Back in my early days of cottaging, I was not fully aware of certain signs and etiquette inside the public toilets that indicated someone was ‘up for it’. These could be someone coughing or sniffing a certain amount of times, tapping of the feet, or just giving a certain look that gave the game away. It could be risky if you were to proposition the wrong guy, and bear in mind it was still a criminal offence to engage in lewd behaviour, never mind the fact you were squirrelled away inside a locked cubicle. I never had to learn any of these secret codes and signs, as the guys I’d engage in sordi… 続きを読む

There was always something about female underwear that fascinated me, and nylon especially. I couldn’t resist from touching the synthetic fibre, and feeling that electric twinge of excitement, causing my young cock to stir. My mother had very little in the way of attractive underwear; mostly beige bras and knickers, and definitely nothing as exciting as a pair of stockings! She adorned her legs in thick tan coloured tights whenever she wore a skirt or dress. I would spend my summer holidays with my grandmother, and it came to my teenage attention that her wardrobe was full of much more intere… 続きを読む

So, having sampled my first cock, I was eager to repeat the experience. Luckily, I didn’t have too long to wait for my second encounter, a meeting that would be etched onto my memory, and have me hooked on older guys forevermore. It was an early Spring day, bright sunshine, but the wind still held onto it’s wintertime chill, as I frequented the convenience where I had lost my innocence. It had become a regular weekend haunt, hoping for another illicit encounter in the stalls, wanting the touch and caress of another stranger. I entered into the cubicle where I had lost my virginity, the stains… 続きを読む

There was always a part of me that knew that I liked cock. When reading dirty stories in the letters pages of the jazz mags, I was more interested in the description of the man’s penis rather than how wet and juicy the woman’s tuppence was. In one of the publications there was a feature called ‘One for the Ladies’ in which an exhibitionist reader sent in nudes of himself for all to see. There were all sorts of todgers on display, from little button mushrooms to pythons hanging halfway down the leg. Circumcised dicks and those with big, floppy foreskins. Large, hairy ones with a big blue vein p… 続きを読む