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Was this ‘legal’? Where I went to school, girls actually had a curfew until around 1967. I don’t think the boys did. I believe with a parental note the girls were allowed to stay out late. Years later when I went there, we still had visiting hours. And girls were definitely not allowed overnight.

 

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I went to college late 80s/early 90s and nearly all dorms were coed and only the all-female dorm had any sort of restriction on visiting hours. This was in the godless liberal northeast though so other parts of the country may have taken longer to go that way.

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I went to an all-male liberal arts college (yes, there used to be such things), and women weren't allowed in the dorms at all, except during certain daylight hours during special campus events. Of course, that doesn't mean they never managed to sneak in, but it was a pretty rare occurrence. Breaches of the rule were more common in the off-campus fraternity houses.

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I went to an all-male liberal arts college (yes, there used to be such things), and women weren't allowed in the dorms at all, except during certain daylight hours during special campus events. Of course, that doesn't mean they never managed to sneak in, but it was a pretty rare occurrence. Breaches of the rule were more common in the off-campus fraternity houses.

 

In this more ‘enlightened’ age, I think the dorms at my Alma Mater decide visiting hours for themselves which I’m betting that probably the all-male dorms (if there are any left) and the coed dorms are 24/7. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the all female dorms still have restricted hours.

 

I think Baylor University-the world’s largest Baptist University-probably still has strict visiting hours.

 

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With a professional...my brother in laws bachelor party. The group went to a place called the Derby Club. I had no idea it was a whorehouse, even after I paid the $10.44 to get in. I was told $10 was for the house and the girl and $0.44 was for the police. In any case, $10 for the house and the girl so you can imagine the type of place it was, though it was in the mid 50's on the east side of Manhattan. I was one of the last guys to select a partner and I selected a very large woman, probably 5 foot and 350 pounds or so. We went into a small room with a metal four poster bed and a sink and she instructed me to undress. She then filled a bucket with warm water and washed my genitals. She then told me to get on the bed, and when I was not hard she asked me if I "was having trouble with the Whopper." She then got me hard and mounted me. There was then a tornado of activity. The bed began moving and banging into the walls, the moving bed then knocked the bucket over and water spilled on the floor, bells started ringing (apparently after 15 minutes the act was supposed to be done and a bell range louder and louder until it was turned off). I held onto two of the bedposts and the bed just creaked and creeped and banged into the wall as hard as she banged down onto me. At first there was nothing and then suddenly, I felt my legs tighten and my abs tighten and my face contort and I heard her yell at me: "Come on white boy, I do not have all day" and I then shot. She jumped off the bed, filled the bucket and squatted over it cleaning herself free of the copious come that was leaking out from her and dripping off of her. As she cleaned herself, she ordered me to get dressed and get the hell out. I did just that, most of my clothes had been on the floor and were pretty wet. I came out drained and saturated with sweat and bucket bath water and the rest of the bachelor party guys were out there waiting. I was questioned as to just what the hell had gone on in there. On the ride home the guys in my car were merciless in their jokes and persistent in their questions.

I lost my nonprofessional virginity a few days later to a woman that seduced me as I was delivering the mail and was feeling ill and sitting in the lobby of her apartment building. Also a bizarre story in which the song Layla played over and over again in the background.

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Was this ‘legal’? Where I went to school, girls actually had a curfew until around 1967. I don’t think the boys did. I believe with a parental note the girls were allowed to stay out late. Years later when I went there, we still had visiting hours. And girls were definitely not allowed overnight.

 

Gman

This was 1975. We had co-ed dorms and no curfew.

 

Also it was a state university campus in the godless northeast.

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Was this ‘legal’? Where I went to school, girls actually had a curfew until around 1967. I don’t think the boys did. I believe with a parental note the girls were allowed to stay out late. Years later when I went there, we still had visiting hours. And girls were definitely not allowed overnight.

 

Gman

 

This was 1975. We had co-ed dorms and no curfew.

 

Also it was a state university campus in the godless northeast.

 

As g-dless as the northeast were (are), I’m not sure y’all can hold a candle to the unchurched Pacific Northwest.:p

 

Gman

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With a guy I met on yahoo...20 years older, bald, way heavier and with an amazingly thick dick. Imagine making your thumb and forefinger into the letter C. Did it at his house with the dog watching us the whole time. BJ only...you can imagine why...I wasn't about to be split open with a dick that thick.

 

Fuck - with another guy I met on Yahoo at my place...I topped...he said I lied to him about it being my first time and told me he never wanted to see me again. He shit all over my bed after it was over...I was happy I never did see him again.

 

Bottom - still a virgin but one guy ate me out so good I opened up enough for him to finger me with 3 fingers! I practically begged him to fuck me...he didn't, I think he got nervous because I loved his tongue on my hole and his fingers in my ass. I didn't know I could scream like that.

 

Escort/Masseur...well the usual...massage turns into a little more and then the offer of a little more, which I almost always take. Much larger guy, he sat on my dick and we fucked in his living room. He said the usual line "I don't do this with everyone." And I acted like this was an innocent slip up between the client and masseur.

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If it’s not being too impertinent, how old were you? And was it comfortable? I’m picturing dirt and rocks.

 

Gman

It was in a hidden space similar to this* that I gave up my hidden space. It was just a few months before I started escorting, so just shy of 26. http://i1.wp.com/deathvalleyjim.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/IMG_4935.jpg?resize=730%2C487

 

*apparently, this photo is from Death Valley, but you get the idea.

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It was in a hidden space similar to this* that I gave up my hidden space. It was just a few months before I started escorting, so just shy of 26. http://i1.wp.com/deathvalleyjim.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/IMG_4935.jpg?resize=730%2C487

 

*apparently, this photo is from Death Valley, but you get the idea.

 

On re-reading this -does ‘giving up your secret place’ mean you actually bottomed?:eek:

 

Gman

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