Italiano

I was born and grew up in Milan. When I was 14-15 I used to go sometimes by myself to a seedy movie theatre where they showed straight porn movies. One day in the dark a man sat close to me, I could feel his knee keep touching mine, I will never forget how my heart was pounding, I could feel his hand getting over my lap towards my crotch, I was hard as hell, and as soon as he touched my crotch I came inside my underwear and pants. As soon as the lust of the moment disappeared I felt so shameful that I ran away. I realized I had a big stain on my jeans (always a big shooter here..), so before arriving home I threw some coke on it and told my mom I has spilled a soda on me ...No idea if she ever bought it, but she played like she did. When I was 17 somehow I became acquainted with this married man in his 40s who owned a ties shop. We had a strong interest in common (opera), he liked to invite me to his shop and during closing time (at that time stores would close for lunch at least 2 hours) and play for me records of one particular opera singer he (and myself) loved. He was sort of an opera guru for me, telling me stories and teaching me to appreciate more and more opera. It was quite clear he was attracted to me, I knew I was gay, never had sex so far and desperately wanted to, but honestly I wasn't attracted to him at all. One day eventually he made his advances quite obvious and told me to go with him in the back store where he had some blankets on the floor, and of course everything happened. I remember I didn't particular enjoy the event, it also hurted to be fucked, and even if a bit shameful I was glad it finally happened. I used to have girlfriends but nothing happened apart kissing and some mild fondling. At last when I was 19 I went to Paris for 5 days in a hostel with two (straight, and totally unaware of me liking men) friends. It was my first trip abroad from Italy. One day we decided to separate for few hours to do whatever each of us wanted. Of course I went to Pigalle, the "sex" area, and I went immediately to a gay movie theatre (my first!). A beautiful guy in his early 20s sat close to me, we began to touch each other (I had learned not to cum immediately!) and he invited me to his room in the University Campus where he was a temporary student, few blocks from there. He was Hungarian, handsome sexy and hung, we spent 2 unforgettable fabulous hours. It was so intense that even if we never saw each other anymore we kept writing to each other. I recently found him on Facebook, he is in his early 60s and he sent me a pic..... I prefer to remember him as he was.

I don't, but hey, we are all different.

I super recommend this guy, Robert. Handsome, exotic looks (he is an Hungarian gipsy), great body, strong, great massage. I left twice (at 10 years distance!) very happy https://www.massagem4m.com/masseur/12980/

The day Callas died I passed my admission exam at the Conservatory in Milan to start there voice training. I was 17. I will never forget that day.

This guy is a PT. AND he is quite generous with his body.... https://www.masseurfinder.com/members/mateo_nyc.shtml

I am not a top so I can't answer yr question. Ask him.

In May and June I left happy, walking a bit funny....

BigRic blocked me on rentmen. No, I didn't yell at him or insulted him.

So definitely my replies #11 and #12 at this thread should count...

Is June recently?

Oh my! I HATED that exam! And my urologist is gay.

@Trick , why disappointed? Looks? Massage? Extras?...

Totally true. Argentina is the Latin American Country with the biggest number of Italian immigrants. Even their accent in Spanish is somehow "marked" by Italian accent. Venezuela is the second.

I have been mostly a bottom since I started to be sexually active, which is for the past 40 years. (Wow! Time flies...) Honestly, I learned douching not later than 20 years ago, so the first half of my rumpings have been enemas free. I used to "finger wash" the inside of my anus. Yes, of course I had some accident, but I have to say that it has been contained to a low percentage of my rides. Still, when it happened it always made me feel a bit "embarrassed" and uneasy. Since I started douching I have been using a plastic bottle of fleet which I feel up with lukewarm water, but contrary to the very helpful tutorial for the "quick one", I do it 2,3,4 times until what comes out it's totally clear. I usually do it from 1 to 3 hours before sex. Once I douched 8-9 times but the water never came out totally clear, I decided to go for it anyway and...boy how I regretted it! That's definitely a sign that an accident will happen, I learned! Of course it depends also by yr diet the day before and the day of intercourse, but now I always douche if I know that I will be fucked, and apart from that unpleasant experience, all the time is perfect or almost perfect. Only twice I didn't douche, I went in two occasions for a massage and unexpectedly I found myself on my back on the massage table with the masseurs (two different ones) pounding me, in the back of my mind inevitably I thought "oh man, I didn't douche!" but they were too hot to stop them Everything went smooth and the condom (I am so self concerned that I always look at the condom afterwards, even if just with a glance of my eye) as a whistle! So now I douche even when i go for a "healing" massage", you never know.... At the end, we have to consider that our anus is not a vagina, and shit can happen.

I don't understand if you are suggesting/insinuating that EVERYBODY should douche regularly like everybody (supposedly) brush their teeth at least twice a day?.....

Thanks @Massagefreak, I had taken the plunge too last Spring

BUMP

It was a disappointing pm...I pass.

I never saw before the ad of this beautiful man. he has 40+ 5* reviews there (I know, I know, but..). https://rentmen.eu/MarcoHungMuscle Anyone? Experience?...

He is amazing! I can't wait to book him again (and again) next winter when I will be spending a month in Atlanta.

He was VERY hot! For some reason we clicked (I was cute 16 years ago.. ) and it was an intense passionate experience (dominant tops with lots of passion are my weakness..) which ended with some pillow talk. I remember that he told me that his real job was family business....

Alphamusclemale, a BIG tall muscular guy, Arab/Black American, amazing body and personality, my first hire in NYC 15 years ago, asbolutely unforgettable. Anyone else remembers him? His name was "Mike". Gavin, the black big bodybuilder from Chicago who used to come often to NYC...I had AMAZING experience with him. I tried to contact him a couple of years ago while in Chicago because I still had his Nr, he was a bit taken by the fact I called him, saying that cops could have tapped his phone (?!..) but offered me to see him again, he sounded a bit weird and a sixth sense told me not to. Lorenzo, the Italian guy from CT, amazing in bed, I saw him in 2002 I think, and who was caught shortly after and arrested because he was a cop...

I saw him in April. Amazing as the previous time in 2015. But apparently he retired in June....

Been with Kris a few times. He is an amazing top, always safe with me @Kris Parkes

This last, 2017