Merboy

I was 17, and had been picked up in a public men's room near Times Square by a guy who said he was 18 (he probably was a few years older, because in retrospect he seemed much too experienced to be that young). He was slender, a little taller than I was, with dark hair and beautiful blue eyes. He took me back to his room somewhere on the lower East Side. I had never done anything sexual with another guy, so I left all the initiative to him. We took off our clothes, and then to my surprise, instead of sucking or fucking, he took me in his arms and started kissing me, and soon his tongue was in my mouth. I had never imagined that kissing was part of sex between males, but I found it so exciting that I almost came without either of us touching our cocks. However, he stopped as soon as he realized how excited it made me, and took me to bed to teach me all the other things we could do with one another. After we had sucked one another and fucked one another, and both of us had cum, we lay beside one another for a few minutes. Then I said, "Can we kiss again?" He rolled on top of me and started to gently kiss me, and in a minute I was rock hard again. And so the dance continued for another hour, until I realized that I had to get back home. He wrote his name ("Michel"} and phone number on a matchbook and gave it to me, but I never saw him again. I still have the matchbook in a box of mementos.

Okay, I'll go first.
I want to look like a young Christopher Atkins.  In between The Blue Lagoon and A Night in Heaven.
I want to live in the Village in the late 90s Manhattan.
And I want to have sex with every soap opera hunk that existed (soaps were still quite a big deal in 1999), starting with Jesse Metcalfe from Passions and then making my way to Eddie Cibrian from Sunset Beach, Victor Webster from Days of Our Lives, and maybe a pit stop at Chippendales to cap off a really fabulous evening of debauchery.

Okay, I'll go first.
I want to look like a young Christopher Atkins.  In between The Blue Lagoon and A Night in Heaven.
I want to live in the Village in the late 90s Manhattan.
And I want to have sex with every soap opera hunk that existed (soaps were still quite a big deal in 1999), starting with Jesse Metcalfe from Passions and then making my way to Eddie Cibrian from Sunset Beach, Victor Webster from Days of Our Lives, and maybe a pit stop at Chippendales to cap off a really fabulous evening of debauchery.

I'll go first.  It was my 23rd birthday - 2008, a few months before the election that made Barack Obama president.
My friend Brandon takes me to a gay resort and we go have a nice dinner at the restaurant.  I think the music that was playing was something from "A Chorus Line" - maybe "At the Ballet".
Anyway, it was the same resort that as a member of the local gay youth group I joined in 2005, I ate lunches for free.
All of a sudden from the corner of my left eye, I see a back.  Yes, a back.  And it is the best fucking back I've ever seen - just very muscular, buff, and broad shouldered - and I knew right away this dude was ripped.  I really had to get that tight grey shirt off of him.
So Brandon takes me down to the little bar down by the lake.  It kinda has this Friday the 13th vibe going on because by now it's getting pretty late and it's a school night I think.  I have a college class in the morning - Human Sexuality (;
Well, I see that dude - and omg he is breathtakingly gorgeous.  He looks like the boy that worked at the local Abercrombie and Fitch store at the mall - but only hotter and more buff than even he was.
I was feeling very daring that night because I just waltzed up to him and took a seat to his left.  I kinda turned a little to check him out, but once he caught me staring, I quickly looked the other way.  I think he liked that - thought it was cute, and wholesome.
So we started to talk - Brandon and the bartender, a nice married man that made homemade soap with his hubby, and me and this guy.  I find out he's from that college in Syracuse and his breath smells AMAZING.  Maybe it's the fruity drink he's got.  He asks if I'd like a drink.  I say no because I don't drink alcohol.  I joked that I was a member of the Christian Women's Temperance Union.  He liked that.
He asked if I'd like to dance, and I said no.  I didn't know how to dance.
Eventually the conversation - as it usually does in these places - turned to sex.  He asked if I was seeing anyone.  I said I was a virgin who hadn't even be kissed.  I could see the bulge in his tight shorts popping up.  That definitely turned him on.  It was also 100% true.
Well I walked Brandon out and was planning on leaving with him back to the campus, but I overheard Sex on a Stick tell the bartender that he wanted to take a dip in the hot tub.  OMG.  Shirt was definitely coming off.  Yes!  So I did something very brave: I told Brandon I'd stay back and that I'd catch a ride with someone.  Who that someone was I had no fucking clue, but I was not going to miss out on watching this gorgeous man take his clothes off.
I said goodbye to Brandon and thanked him for the lovely dinner he paid for.  He said to be careful, be safe.  I gave him a big hug and watched the car drive down the road and into the woods.
I walked back to where the lake was and that guy (let's call him Josh) emerged out from a bush and scared the shit out of me.  He gave me a very salacious grin with one side of his mouth, then adjusted the towel around his waist.  Then I realized this guy was everything I had ever dreamed of for the past four years of college.  Holy shit, he was hot as hell.  His body was all steamy and underneath the steam was like drops of hot water trickling down his pecs and onto his abs.
So I made another joke: "So I guess you work out, huh?"
"C'mon into the hot tub.  I know you want to."  Then he stepped an inch closer to my face.  "I know you want me."
Oh good lord.  I was a very wholesome, sweet, Catholic country boy and was not at all used to this.  I didn't know what to do so I just shrugged.  He took the initiative and grabbed my hand and led me to the hot tub.  There was a couple from I think one of the former Soviet Bloc countries making out.
Josh just started taking off my clothes and I froze.  I said I could wear my T-shirt and undies in the tub, but then he whispered in my ear, "I think it'll be more fun like this."
Okay then... now keep in mind I have not had my first kiss yet and I just turned 23 that afternoon.
So then Josh and I sit next to each other along the side of the hot tub.  I can't make out the Eurocouple from the other end, but I think one of the dudes is fucking the other.  We can hear moaning.  I turn to Josh and omg that face is so handsome, like an old movie star from Classic Hollywood, but with the body of a Chippendale dancer.
Josh looks at me intensely and then says: "You could be a male model."  He then reaches for my glasses and peels them off.  I can't see without them, but it made Josh even more attractive because all I could see was a REALLY HOT man who looked delicious in the water.
I told him I was nervous, and he smiled.  I told him I had never been kissed before, and then after a few moments of him staring at me, he just moved in and gave me my first kiss.  It was a French kiss - his tongue went deep into my mouth, and my instant reaction was to hop onto this guy and use all my power to take control of his body.  I licked his pecs, his abs, and then got down to his cock and just feasted on that for a minute.
Then I told him to fuck the shit out of me, and he said "Hold on".  I guess he was going to grab a condom.  Then I never saw him again.  Apparently he was actually a bottom and was getting fucked in the (cold) pool.  It took me a whole year to get over him.

omg i love this... and i love u.

I'll go first.  It was my 23rd birthday - 2008, a few months before the election that made Barack Obama president.
My friend Brandon takes me to a gay resort and we go have a nice dinner at the restaurant.  I think the music that was playing was something from "A Chorus Line" - maybe "At the Ballet".
Anyway, it was the same resort that as a member of the local gay youth group I joined in 2005, I ate lunches for free.
All of a sudden from the corner of my left eye, I see a back.  Yes, a back.  And it is the best fucking back I've ever seen - just very muscular, buff, and broad shouldered - and I knew right away this dude was ripped.  I really had to get that tight grey shirt off of him.
So Brandon takes me down to the little bar down by the lake.  It kinda has this Friday the 13th vibe going on because by now it's getting pretty late and it's a school night I think.  I have a college class in the morning - Human Sexuality (;
Well, I see that dude - and omg he is breathtakingly gorgeous.  He looks like the boy that worked at the local Abercrombie and Fitch store at the mall - but only hotter and more buff than even he was.
I was feeling very daring that night because I just waltzed up to him and took a seat to his left.  I kinda turned a little to check him out, but once he caught me staring, I quickly looked the other way.  I think he liked that - thought it was cute, and wholesome.
So we started to talk - Brandon and the bartender, a nice married man that made homemade soap with his hubby, and me and this guy.  I find out he's from that college in Syracuse and his breath smells AMAZING.  Maybe it's the fruity drink he's got.  He asks if I'd like a drink.  I say no because I don't drink alcohol.  I joked that I was a member of the Christian Women's Temperance Union.  He liked that.
He asked if I'd like to dance, and I said no.  I didn't know how to dance.
Eventually the conversation - as it usually does in these places - turned to sex.  He asked if I was seeing anyone.  I said I was a virgin who hadn't even be kissed.  I could see the bulge in his tight shorts popping up.  That definitely turned him on.  It was also 100% true.
Well I walked Brandon out and was planning on leaving with him back to the campus, but I overheard Sex on a Stick tell the bartender that he wanted to take a dip in the hot tub.  OMG.  Shirt was definitely coming off.  Yes!  So I did something very brave: I told Brandon I'd stay back and that I'd catch a ride with someone.  Who that someone was I had no fucking clue, but I was not going to miss out on watching this gorgeous man take his clothes off.
I said goodbye to Brandon and thanked him for the lovely dinner he paid for.  He said to be careful, be safe.  I gave him a big hug and watched the car drive down the road and into the woods.
I walked back to where the lake was and that guy (let's call him Josh) emerged out from a bush and scared the shit out of me.  He gave me a very salacious grin with one side of his mouth, then adjusted the towel around his waist.  Then I realized this guy was everything I had ever dreamed of for the past four years of college.  Holy shit, he was hot as hell.  His body was all steamy and underneath the steam was like drops of hot water trickling down his pecs and onto his abs.
So I made another joke: "So I guess you work out, huh?"
"C'mon into the hot tub.  I know you want to."  Then he stepped an inch closer to my face.  "I know you want me."
Oh good lord.  I was a very wholesome, sweet, Catholic country boy and was not at all used to this.  I didn't know what to do so I just shrugged.  He took the initiative and grabbed my hand and led me to the hot tub.  There was a couple from I think one of the former Soviet Bloc countries making out.
Josh just started taking off my clothes and I froze.  I said I could wear my T-shirt and undies in the tub, but then he whispered in my ear, "I think it'll be more fun like this."
Okay then... now keep in mind I have not had my first kiss yet and I just turned 23 that afternoon.
So then Josh and I sit next to each other along the side of the hot tub.  I can't make out the Eurocouple from the other end, but I think one of the dudes is fucking the other.  We can hear moaning.  I turn to Josh and omg that face is so handsome, like an old movie star from Classic Hollywood, but with the body of a Chippendale dancer.
Josh looks at me intensely and then says: "You could be a male model."  He then reaches for my glasses and peels them off.  I can't see without them, but it made Josh even more attractive because all I could see was a REALLY HOT man who looked delicious in the water.
I told him I was nervous, and he smiled.  I told him I had never been kissed before, and then after a few moments of him staring at me, he just moved in and gave me my first kiss.  It was a French kiss - his tongue went deep into my mouth, and my instant reaction was to hop onto this guy and use all my power to take control of his body.  I licked his pecs, his abs, and then got down to his cock and just feasted on that for a minute.
Then I told him to fuck the shit out of me, and he said "Hold on".  I guess he was going to grab a condom.  Then I never saw him again.  Apparently he was actually a bottom and was getting fucked in the (cold) pool.  It took me a whole year to get over him.

I was a Freshman in college, living in a dorm.  I went to a meeting of the campus gay students' group.  After the meeting, a bunch of people said they were going out for pizza at a place about a 15 minute walk from campus (as I recall -- it's been over 40 years).  Someone in the group started chatting me up as we left, and then offered me a ride to the pizza place.  I started to get worried as we drove farther and farther -- I knew the pizza place wasn't that far away.  I asked the guy why we were driving so long and he said, "You don't really want to go for pizza, do you?  Why don't we head back to my place?"  I agreed even though I was still a bit uneasy that I was in some stranger's car and had no idea where I was.  We eventually got to his place and after a very short time he sat down next to me, leaned in, and started kissing me.  I vividly recall my feelings about it because it was both exciting and disgusting -- the former because I liked finally kissing someone and the latter because he was a smoker and his mouth tasted disgusting.  Not long after that we were in bed 69ing.  I think we had a total of four dates.

I'll find a way to get the 50k.  I'll fly him in from Antarctica if I have to.  Just tell me his name... 😈
I said under 30 but what I really mean is 28 not 21 or 23, which I insist is the sexiest age for a man.

https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz27c_plldG/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link
Omg is that his bf? look at his eyes ❤️

Saw this and had to post.  Dayum that dude on the far right.  Good lord he is hot.  Is he a top?!?
Which one is your favorite? 🏳️‍🌈

Saw this and had to post.  Dayum that dude on the far right.  Good lord he is hot.  Is he a top?!?
Which one is your favorite? 🏳️‍🌈

Image search quickly brought me to the dude on the far right's IG page with the caption, "Madonna, we're ready for you" for the picture, posted in June, 2019.....he's a Londoner with an OF page and the whole bit....

That or "Mr. Goldstone".  lol.  have a spare rib mr. goldstone... tell me any little thing that I can dooooo....

It has been six fucking years since I kissed a guy.
What's weird is that my self-worth and self-esteem are so low that I feel I'm beyond hideous... but maybe it's more than that.
I grew up in a really small town back in the early 2000s - there were a few gay men in town but hardly any younger than 50 and the ones that were around my age I was already friends with - nice, sweet, country boys who were struggling with dads that didn't accept them too.  (Major Daddy issues in this community...maybe Freud was right?)
Then I tried to kill myself...more than a few times and then life just fell apart.  I gained massive weight - over 150 pounds over 9 years.  Boston, the city I'm in, has become an extreme Gilded Age society where there is still no gay community center (otherwise I'd be in there all the time).  It's no secret to anyone that I loathe Boston and would return to PA with my car in a heartbeat.
The very few gay places I've been in I've been hit on.  One guy grabbed my ass at a gay bookstore (remember those?) and another dude grabbed my crotch.  After those two horrible experiences, I stopped going altogether.
I've made out with a few guys, sucked off a few - not really had what I would call mind-blowing sex.  Anal felt like I had to poop.  And giving a man head made me bored after 3 seconds.
The first time a man kissed me I was 23 and it was in a hot tub and then he told me to kiss this really old guy from Austria (?) and oh god it was an AWFUL first time.  I think he was a muscle bottom because he just bolted after that and found two men in the pool to fuck him.  He was also wasted.
He was extremely cocky and good-looking and an elitist dick... and I guess I was turned on by that.  Any alpha douchebag makes me horny.  It's always the same type of guy - some Abercrombie and Bitch frat boy or a straight bodybuilder who in real life is dating a little petite blonde girl - and my heart is always broken.
Now I live with a guy and he's hot and young (ish) and he gets constant Grindr hookups - 3 or 4 in a day.  All he does is fuck, sleep, eat, and fuck some more.
Anyway - where am I going with this?  🙄 I have no clue.  I guess I just wanted to reach out to you and talk about why we want what we can't have - and why other people can stop wanting that after a while - and why other people are so hell-bent on having it that we'd walk through fire to just have sex with that one gorgeous stud.
 

Betty White.
For the Bea Arthur stories.

It has been six fucking years since I kissed a guy.
What's weird is that my self-worth and self-esteem are so low that I feel I'm beyond hideous... but maybe it's more than that.
I grew up in a really small town back in the early 2000s - there were a few gay men in town but hardly any younger than 50 and the ones that were around my age I was already friends with - nice, sweet, country boys who were struggling with dads that didn't accept them too.  (Major Daddy issues in this community...maybe Freud was right?)
Then I tried to kill myself...more than a few times and then life just fell apart.  I gained massive weight - over 150 pounds over 9 years.  Boston, the city I'm in, has become an extreme Gilded Age society where there is still no gay community center (otherwise I'd be in there all the time).  It's no secret to anyone that I loathe Boston and would return to PA with my car in a heartbeat.
The very few gay places I've been in I've been hit on.  One guy grabbed my ass at a gay bookstore (remember those?) and another dude grabbed my crotch.  After those two horrible experiences, I stopped going altogether.
I've made out with a few guys, sucked off a few - not really had what I would call mind-blowing sex.  Anal felt like I had to poop.  And giving a man head made me bored after 3 seconds.
The first time a man kissed me I was 23 and it was in a hot tub and then he told me to kiss this really old guy from Austria (?) and oh god it was an AWFUL first time.  I think he was a muscle bottom because he just bolted after that and found two men in the pool to fuck him.  He was also wasted.
He was extremely cocky and good-looking and an elitist dick... and I guess I was turned on by that.  Any alpha douchebag makes me horny.  It's always the same type of guy - some Abercrombie and Bitch frat boy or a straight bodybuilder who in real life is dating a little petite blonde girl - and my heart is always broken.
Now I live with a guy and he's hot and young (ish) and he gets constant Grindr hookups - 3 or 4 in a day.  All he does is fuck, sleep, eat, and fuck some more.
Anyway - where am I going with this?  🙄 I have no clue.  I guess I just wanted to reach out to you and talk about why we want what we can't have - and why other people can stop wanting that after a while - and why other people are so hell-bent on having it that we'd walk through fire to just have sex with that one gorgeous stud.
 

Saw this and had to post.  Dayum that dude on the far right.  Good lord he is hot.  Is he a top?!?
Which one is your favorite? 🏳️‍🌈

Saw this and had to post.  Dayum that dude on the far right.  Good lord he is hot.  Is he a top?!?
Which one is your favorite? 🏳️‍🌈

I wish I had discovered this way earlier, but stumbled upon this just last year.

Yes that actually makes a lot of sense.  It would seem that the least overcompensating is really the ferocious mind-blowing powerful top 🙂
I've been to Manhattan in the summer - years ago - by the Chelsea area or the West Side Highway.  Up along those parks.  They really do look like that - all of them.  Even the ones that are not ripped beyond belief are breathtaking.

I’ll take the three standing from far right to center.  Yeah, I know you said one.  A guy can dream, can’t he? 😈🐷

Given a choice I'd take the guy kneeling on the left.

The guy on the right. Uh, no, the guy on the left. Oh, wait, no, the guy in back with his arms crossed. OMG, I just noticed the one kneeling in front!

Who is marketed as breathtakingly gorgeous and hunky when you absolutely have zero interest in their physical appearance?
For me, it's a lot.
Ryan Gosling, Johnny Depp, Tom Cruise, George Clooney... none of them are attractive to me.
And yet who's more attractive?  Someone like Joseph Gordon-Levitt.

Not at all considered one of Hollywood's sexiest hunks but gorgeous imo.  I'd rather go out with him than Ryan Gosling.