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When I was a cashier in HS and college and deep deep deep in the closet, oh good lord how I looked forward to giving hot guys their change and ever so briefly touching their hands. It was the closest thing to sex I had until my first kiss at twenty-fucking-seven.
Also why I still went to Mass in the school chapel because we would hold hands during the Our Father. I would angle to be sitting next to the cutest boys.

doesn't everyone do this at the grocery. I used to pretend to shop more when some old lady got into my favorite boy's line so it wouldn't be too obvious
 
And I used to refer to the cashier at the cafeteria at work as my cafeteria boyfriend because we always used to make sure our hands touched more than necessary and he was always very smiley. But I think he's just naturally smiley with everyone.

I had a very good looking young landscaper who did my lawn each week. One day when I came out to offer his a cold beverage, as I usually did, he asked if I knew someone renting a room. As fate would have it, my adjustable mortgage had just taken a large leap, so I told him he could rent a room with me.
He lived with me for almost a year. We never had any type of physical interaction, but he loved walking around the house in skimpy underwear, so there was an added benefit to the rent.

Not busted yet... but worried i may leap into dirty old man territory this coming week.
 
For years, a neighbor kid cleaned my yard. Hes grown and lost interest. So i ran a craigs gigs ad, and mixed in among all the replies, is this one saying
 
"Hello, my name is XXXXXX. I am coming home from XXXXXXX university this week, where I'm on the football team. Id like to do the job. " i look him up.... college athletes tend to have pics and stats online, and he has facebook & instagram.
 
19, 6'2, 185 lbs, model looks... pics on the beach showing off a ripped bod, appears to enjoy flexing the guns in every photo......
 
He starts this coming week. Im actually nervous that ill do something stupid, revealing myself to be CREEPY dirty old man..
 
If only id never read impossible gay fiction or had never seen gay porn with seedy fantasyland plotlines.....

I'll confess, when I go to the grocery store, I always get the the check out lane with the cutest guy. Today was no exception and I've check out and checked out with this guy before.
 
But today, when I held out my hand for my change and receipt, he cupped my hand with his left hand while using his right hand to put my change in my palm. It was an unexpected thrill.

that is a good idea - about massage students. Many, many years ago I got together a few times with a guy who was doing his hours to get certified. Gorgeous young blond guy who had been a gymnast. He was a little hesitant the first time to go too far, but after that he was pretty accommodating. Now he's a well know realtor around town.

To me that sounds really uncomfortable. I've had too many massages in Asia where they don't use a real massage table, and having my neck turned just makes it sore. I always much prefer a proper table with a face rest

I agree that a little brush here and there is very erotic for me. A really good masseur definitely knows what he's doing when it comes to that...grazing your hand or foot etc

I agree that a little brush here and there is very erotic for me. A really good masseur definitely knows what he's doing when it comes to that...grazing your hand or foot etc

I agree that a little brush here and there is very erotic for me. A really good masseur definitely knows what he's doing when it comes to that...grazing your hand or foot etc

I always like the casual rub against my hand or thrill of the unknown of a fully naked masseur....the anticipation usually is greater than the actual, but sometimes am very pleasantly surprised.

lots of healthy prostates here. I started early...around 10 or 11 yo. While I do sometimes go up to a week these days (49) I'm usually going nuts by the end, I'd say I probably average once a day. Some days it's 2 or 3, other days it's 0 if I am busy doing other things or visiting my parents for example where it's difficult to have enough privacy for long enough.

lots of healthy prostates here. I started early...around 10 or 11 yo. While I do sometimes go up to a week these days (49) I'm usually going nuts by the end, I'd say I probably average once a day. Some days it's 2 or 3, other days it's 0 if I am busy doing other things or visiting my parents for example where it's difficult to have enough privacy for long enough.

I use Lyft - the drivers generally seem happier and more friendly. Of course many drivers work for both. Although I just saw a news story about Uber doing some sort of shenanigans to figure out which of their drivers also drive for Lyft and screwing with them. Basically Uber just seems like such a scummy company that I prefer not to use them. I'm sure Lyft isn't all rainbows and unicorns either, but I prefer it. And I do like being able to include a tip in the app. I don't use it a lot - mostly just to and from the airport. One driver I chatted with told me he prefers the riders from Lyft. Lots of crazy drunk kids use Uber apparently.

I use Lyft - the drivers generally seem happier and more friendly. Of course many drivers work for both. Although I just saw a news story about Uber doing some sort of shenanigans to figure out which of their drivers also drive for Lyft and screwing with them. Basically Uber just seems like such a scummy company that I prefer not to use them. I'm sure Lyft isn't all rainbows and unicorns either, but I prefer it. And I do like being able to include a tip in the app. I don't use it a lot - mostly just to and from the airport. One driver I chatted with told me he prefers the riders from Lyft. Lots of crazy drunk kids use Uber apparently.

Having read a number of reviews but not seen the film, an observation. Mr Emmerich seems to have made a fundamental error in making an historical movie, and that is you can't change the basic story of what happened. The way he characterised the white boy from Kansas or Indiana (depending which review at the top or the thread you believe, and that is an indictment of one of the reviewers, but that's a separate discussion) does just that, it didn't happen that way and there are plenty of people still around who know that it didn't happen.
 
There are two ways you can inject fiction into an historical film that will work. One is what Peter Weir did in The Year of Living Dangerously where a fictional story was wrapped around a depiction of the Soeharto coup in 1965. The other is the way Costa-Gavras made Z and State of Siege that respectively told the stories of the colonels' coup in Greece in 1967 and the kidnapping of a US Embassy officer by the Tupamaros in Uruguay in the 1970s. He didn't misprepresent what happened, rather he told a story that fitted into a realistic protrayal of what had happened. Emmerich could have set his story against the background of what really happened but instead chose to change the history. I wish he hadn't.

As an alternative to this one, if you're looking for a positive, well-made, heartwarming and historically inspired LGBTQ I suggest to look up "Pride":
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3169706/?ref_=nv_sr_2
 
I saw it at a film festival last year and I was floored by the end of it. It's such a good movie. No, it's an amazing movie.

Dear Penthouse Forum, I never thought it would happen to me....
 
I never really got to do anything with anyone either until I got to college and met this guy in a quiet restroom. I feel like I really missed out on a lot too. I've discovered after the fact that a couple of guys I had pegged in HS were gay after all. One of my best friends also turned out to be gay but I didn't find that out until a couple of years ago.
 
I think I had one really good chance my senior year in HS. This kid that I had chemistry class with and I got together to work on a project. He was totally hot. If I had made a move I think everything would have worked out. But I was too scared. He wasn't well liked because he thought he was smarter than everyone else, but for some reason he respected me. I often wonder "what if?" Unfortunately he died a couple of years later on a stolen motorcycle. He was a troubled soul.

Certainly this is the truth. I'm still in touch with a bunch of my friends from growing up on Facebook. A couple of them have changed almost not at all. Most are unrecognizable. We have a reunion every 5 years and I recognize fewer people all the time of course. My biggest crush from 5th grade until graduation is some one I just recently tracked down on FB. I probably should have just kept him in my memory. He had the most perfectly shaped genitals (thank goodness for that one quarter of swimming in sophomore year gym class where everyone had to take a shower afterwards...) and such a hot body in HS.

My experience was almost exactly the same. I think it was the summer when I was 10 year old (going into 5th grade) and they were paving the street in front of our house. This would have been somewhere around 1977. Young construction workers shirtless and wearing just cutoffs and boots. I watched them from my bedroom window all day long.

Yes. And she LOOOOVED her gay son lol. Told EVERYONE how much fun we always have together going to shows shopping how much fun my friends were he took me here or there etc, more fun than with my bro or even my sis. I lost her this Spring. Miss her like crazy. Still pick up the phone like 10X a day cause I forget. Still haven't erased all her Vmails n stuff. It's weird cause you don't have a family of your own or a partner so it's like there's no one who gives a shit about you anymore. (I know not true of course, there's fam and wonderful friends etc) but this was the person who says call me when you get home put on a warm coat eat something call me when your plane lands go to the doctor etc etc you know stuff like that. It's so weird not having that anymore.