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I used to love going to the video booth shop on 14th and I NW in Washington. Neon lights on the outside, up a set of rickety steps, always crowded...
Memories of D.C.’s old 14th Street - The Washington Post 

Sorry if I previously posted this elsewhere. Back in the eighties Joey Stefano was performing on a Sunday at the Follies. I was young, hot, hung and wearing spandex biking shorts. He quickly left the stage, came down to the audience and grabbed my cock through the spandex. In no time he pulled my shorts down, slicked up my cock with his mouth, turned around and rode me like I was the mechanical bull at Gillies. I started to shoot in his ass, he slipped off my cock, turned around, took my cock in his mouth then, when my cock stopped spurting, he put it back into his ass, all in front of the audience, 
I once saw Justin Dragon (look him up) when he was performing at the Nob Hill Theater. He invited me to go back into the shower with him where we messed around with men watching through the glass. I later found out there were cameras broadcasting live over the internet. We were both tops so there was no screwing. 
And once in Prague I saw a pretty well-known Bel Ami model at Pinocchio Bar. He came back to my hotel and stayed with me for a couple days. He acted as my private tour guide and would not let me pay him. Fortunately, it was before they all started shaving their pubes and pits.

I always bought the discount magazines where there were three magazines wrapped together in plastic sold for the price of one. The magazines were usually a few months old, and you never knew what was in the middle until you got home and unwrapped them. As long as I had not previously seen the magazines who cared if they were a few months old?

Sorry if I previously posted this elsewhere. Back in the eighties Joey Stefano was performing on a Sunday at the Follies. I was young, hot, hung and wearing spandex biking shorts. He quickly left the stage, came down to the audience and grabbed my cock through the spandex. In no time he pulled my shorts down, slicked up my cock with his mouth, turned around and rode me like I was the mechanical bull at Gillies. I started to shoot in his ass, he slipped off my cock, turned around, took my cock in his mouth then, when my cock stopped spurting, he put it back into his ass, all in front of the audience, 
I once saw Justin Dragon (look him up) when he was performing at the Nob Hill Theater. He invited me to go back into the shower with him where we messed around with men watching through the glass. I later found out there were cameras broadcasting live over the internet. We were both tops so there was no screwing. 
And once in Prague I saw a pretty well-known Bel Ami model at Pinocchio Bar. He came back to my hotel and stayed with me for a couple days. He acted as my private tour guide and would not let me pay him. Fortunately, it was before they all started shaving their pubes and pits.

Except when Michael Lucas puts himself in the orgy. While his orgy scenes are usually pretty hot, the sight of his tightly lifted face ruins the orgy. 

Sorry if I previously posted this elsewhere. Back in the eighties Joey Stefano was performing on a Sunday at the Follies. I was young, hot, hung and wearing spandex biking shorts. He quickly left the stage, came down to the audience and grabbed my cock through the spandex. In no time he pulled my shorts down, slicked up my cock with his mouth, turned around and rode me like I was the mechanical bull at Gillies. I started to shoot in his ass, he slipped off my cock, turned around, took my cock in his mouth then, when my cock stopped spurting, he put it back into his ass, all in front of the audience, 
I once saw Justin Dragon (look him up) when he was performing at the Nob Hill Theater. He invited me to go back into the shower with him where we messed around with men watching through the glass. I later found out there were cameras broadcasting live over the internet. We were both tops so there was no screwing. 
And once in Prague I saw a pretty well-known Bel Ami model at Pinocchio Bar. He came back to my hotel and stayed with me for a couple days. He acted as my private tour guide and would not let me pay him. Fortunately, it was before they all started shaving their pubes and pits.

I always bought the discount magazines where there were three magazines wrapped together in plastic sold for the price of one. The magazines were usually a few months old, and you never knew what was in the middle until you got home and unwrapped them. As long as I had not previously seen the magazines who cared if they were a few months old?

Except when Michael Lucas puts himself in the orgy. While his orgy scenes are usually pretty hot, the sight of his tightly lifted face ruins the orgy. 

Prior to 2007, self-employment income would be verified for something like a mortgage by having the potential borrower provide a copy of his tax returns. People started filling out fake tax returns to show fake income.
Lenders started pulling tax transcripts to ensure what was handed to them was the actual return, so fraudsters started filing fake amended tax returns showing inflated income. Borrowers would often create a fictitious business and fill out Schedule C. These became known as hair-braider loans after a frequently used sole-proprietor type. The lender would pull the transcript, the figures would match. By increasing the income, the taxpayer would owe more tax, but the IRS would allow a payment plan. After the loan was granted, the borrower would file another amended return bringing the income back down and wiping out the additional taxes.
Lenders caught on and would not grant loans where there were amended returns without proof there was no increase in income and pulling transcripts up to six months after the loan closed. But the problem still existed. 
So now lenders require proof that the borrower engages in the proclaimed business. For example, with a therapist, a state license and a check with 411 to see if there is s telephone listing might work. With a hairdresser, the license and a copy of a published ad. Heck, once a plumber provided a picture of the side of his truck which showed the business name and contact information. A stripper might provide a letter from the strip club owner on letterhead, which would then be independently verified by looking up the club's phone number and business license followed by calling to get telephone verification. 

I always bought the discount magazines where there were three magazines wrapped together in plastic sold for the price of one. The magazines were usually a few months old, and you never knew what was in the middle until you got home and unwrapped them. As long as I had not previously seen the magazines who cared if they were a few months old?

Except when Michael Lucas puts himself in the orgy. While his orgy scenes are usually pretty hot, the sight of his tightly lifted face ruins the orgy. 

Forgot all about that!  Remember those days going into the video booths, getting tokens or buying magazines then trying to hide them at home.  

My cost was driving into Manhattan to rent videos in Greenwich Village or Times Square (before they ruined it by closing all the video stores) then schlepping back a day or two later to return them after copying them.

When I think of all the porn I consumed over the years and the COST, I wish we had had the option of free porn that is available today. I imagine I spent thousands all told, which included all the equipment I bought like projectors and screens to view the old Super 8 films and the later equipment which I only used for porn.
And all the magazines. I must have spent thousands over the years. They were always marked up in price over regular magazines like Life or Time.
And then the rental cassettes and dvds and the ones I bought for a cool $79. Each! And the late fees when I forgot to take them back on time. 
If I hadn't had that habit, I could have bought myself a car with the money spent.

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Really????? Seeing couples having public sex in Pattaya is kinda like seeing someone ride a roller coaster at Six Flags or a congregation member praying in church or Megan Markle being repulsive: it's expected. I have seen worse in Pattaya, including:
Above ground loose plastic pipes carrying human waste into the ocean. A man lying on the filthy beach getting tattooed. (I took a picture.) Two 20-something Korean guys trying to get an American tourist's attention in McDonalds by lowering their shorts and fondling themselves. (OK, I was the American tourist, and it worked; they did wind up coming back to my room at the Marriott next door.) Prostitutes every two or three feet lining the sidewalk against the beach in broad daylight, many of whom had no problem reaching out and grabbing someone's junk in an attempt to reel in business.  Ladyboys literally grabbing men in an attempt to get them into "massage parlors." Drunk people having sex inside the open bars on Walking Street.  The worst Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum imaginable.  Gosh, I love Pattaya. 

Believe it or not, the company for whom I worked for over ten years - one of the largest companies on the planet - has a huge plant there. People would have to go for work often.
Also, one time when I was there a large group of Mormon kids were in the hotel (Marriott) for the start of their two-year missions. Several of them had been on my flights from Portland to Seoul and Seoul to Bangkok a few days earlier. On the first flight I sat next to a kid the others called "Super Mormon." He refused to take off his polyester suit coat and was sweating profusely most of the flight, leaving large white circle stains on the jacket at the armpit. He was a really nice kid. I wound up having breakfast with them one morning at the hotel. While in the restaurant, several couples also came in for breakfast. I could not tell if the kids were consciously ignoring this or if they really did not realize that old American/Aussie/Russian/Middle Eastern man + young local woman likely equaled prostitute. 
The Sanctuary of Truth is IMO the one tourist attraction worth seeing in Pattaya. It is an all-wooden temple on the ocean. Spectacular. 

Really????? Seeing couples having public sex in Pattaya is kinda like seeing someone ride a roller coaster at Six Flags or a congregation member praying in church or Megan Markle being repulsive: it's expected. I have seen worse in Pattaya, including:
Above ground loose plastic pipes carrying human waste into the ocean. A man lying on the filthy beach getting tattooed. (I took a picture.) Two 20-something Korean guys trying to get an American tourist's attention in McDonalds by lowering their shorts and fondling themselves. (OK, I was the American tourist, and it worked; they did wind up coming back to my room at the Marriott next door.) Prostitutes every two or three feet lining the sidewalk against the beach in broad daylight, many of whom had no problem reaching out and grabbing someone's junk in an attempt to reel in business.  Ladyboys literally grabbing men in an attempt to get them into "massage parlors." Drunk people having sex inside the open bars on Walking Street.  The worst Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum imaginable.  Gosh, I love Pattaya. 

Really????? Seeing couples having public sex in Pattaya is kinda like seeing someone ride a roller coaster at Six Flags or a congregation member praying in church or Megan Markle being repulsive: it's expected. I have seen worse in Pattaya, including:
Above ground loose plastic pipes carrying human waste into the ocean. A man lying on the filthy beach getting tattooed. (I took a picture.) Two 20-something Korean guys trying to get an American tourist's attention in McDonalds by lowering their shorts and fondling themselves. (OK, I was the American tourist, and it worked; they did wind up coming back to my room at the Marriott next door.) Prostitutes every two or three feet lining the sidewalk against the beach in broad daylight, many of whom had no problem reaching out and grabbing someone's junk in an attempt to reel in business.  Ladyboys literally grabbing men in an attempt to get them into "massage parlors." Drunk people having sex inside the open bars on Walking Street.  The worst Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum imaginable.  Gosh, I love Pattaya. 

Really????? Seeing couples having public sex in Pattaya is kinda like seeing someone ride a roller coaster at Six Flags or a congregation member praying in church or Megan Markle being repulsive: it's expected. I have seen worse in Pattaya, including:
Above ground loose plastic pipes carrying human waste into the ocean. A man lying on the filthy beach getting tattooed. (I took a picture.) Two 20-something Korean guys trying to get an American tourist's attention in McDonalds by lowering their shorts and fondling themselves. (OK, I was the American tourist, and it worked; they did wind up coming back to my room at the Marriott next door.) Prostitutes every two or three feet lining the sidewalk against the beach in broad daylight, many of whom had no problem reaching out and grabbing someone's junk in an attempt to reel in business.  Ladyboys literally grabbing men in an attempt to get them into "massage parlors." Drunk people having sex inside the open bars on Walking Street.  The worst Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum imaginable.  Gosh, I love Pattaya. 

Really????? Seeing couples having public sex in Pattaya is kinda like seeing someone ride a roller coaster at Six Flags or a congregation member praying in church or Megan Markle being repulsive: it's expected. I have seen worse in Pattaya, including:
Above ground loose plastic pipes carrying human waste into the ocean. A man lying on the filthy beach getting tattooed. (I took a picture.) Two 20-something Korean guys trying to get an American tourist's attention in McDonalds by lowering their shorts and fondling themselves. (OK, I was the American tourist, and it worked; they did wind up coming back to my room at the Marriott next door.) Prostitutes every two or three feet lining the sidewalk against the beach in broad daylight, many of whom had no problem reaching out and grabbing someone's junk in an attempt to reel in business.  Ladyboys literally grabbing men in an attempt to get them into "massage parlors." Drunk people having sex inside the open bars on Walking Street.  The worst Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum imaginable.  Gosh, I love Pattaya. 

My last two years of college in DC I lived on P St. There was a gay couple who lived in the next building over who would walk their dog every day. One guy seemed kinda stuffy. The other guy was just plain hot. They always ignored me.
One night just the hot guy was walking the dog. Out of nowhere, he starts talking to me. Turned out the stuffy guy had gone to visit his parents for a couple days. Soon we were heading up to his apartment. We walk in the front door and there is a huge, framed picture on the wall of the other guy and a friend of mine from elementary/junior high/high school. The hot guy tells me that is his boyfriend with his sister. "Is her name Debbie M****?" I asked. Hot guy was flabbergasted and quickly determined stuffy guy and I grew up a couple streets over from each other but with a ten-year age difference.
We wound up messing around several times after that but always in my apartment so that Debbie's smiling face was not looking down at me when I was boinking her brother's boyfriend. 

I remember that place. When I was sixteen, 1980, I had to drive to PGH for something. Before I left, I went to the Club Baths that was across from Chatham Center. The guy at the door told me I was too young for entry, but he would let me in anyway. I went to the locker area and about twenty guys walked in to watch me get undressed. One grabbed my dick and it got hard. I told him I was not interested but he pointed out my dick was. I then walked around. When going down the steps, some guy walking up put his hands on my waist and invited me to his room. Scared, I said no, but then realized I was there to get laid, and he was hot, so I went and found him in his room. I had sucked cock before, but it was the first time I fucked. 

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I used to sleep naked, until...
I lived in a carriage house behind a stately house in Druid Hills, Atlanta, while a student at Emory. For those unfamiliar with the neighborhood, Jessica Tandy's house in Driving Miss Daisy was a couple doors down. An older gay couple lived in the main house. They were out of town for a few days. '
At about two in the morning their house alarm went off. After it wailed for ten minutes it shut itself off. I was in bed when it occurred to me whoever was trying to break into that house was probably looking for a place to hide,
Suddenly there was a loud bang-bang-bang on the screen door. Oh, crap, I'm about to get killed. My only chance was to yell loud enough that the people next door in the round house (the house was round) would hear me. Jumping out of bed, walking into the kitchen, the intruder was shining a bright light through the door. I yelled louder than anyone ever before or after. (Probably an exaggeration, but it was loud.) The intruder kind of stumbled back, the flashlight fell and suddenly I could see the badge, He was the officer responding to the alarm.
I opened the door and apologized for the scream. The officer assured me I did the right thing and said I startled him until he realized, "I have a gun and you are standing naked in your kitchen." At this point the husband from the round house was also at my door.
After being naked in my kitchen in front of a police officer and a former White House Chief of Staff (Hamilton Jordan lived in the round house) I stopped sleeping naked.