Of times immemorial

Consider that I’m 60 and come from a macho culture. Though I can remember being attracted / interested in men, it never crossed my mind that men can have sex together. Words as poof, fag, etc I thought they were insults. Circle jerks with classmates were only jerks offs. True gay talk back then and there was non existent.

At 24 this happened: late one (summer) night I was going home, bladder full of beer. I see an underground toilet and I descent. It was dark, stinking of piss but I was too “neat” to piss on a tree.

A few steps down I stop, unzip and start pissing. In the dark, I hear voices, complaining. I froze, stopped pissing. In just 2 seconds I got hard as hell (was possible back then) and continued to stand there. Then a hand reached between my legs (pants were on), grabbed my butt and pushed me forward, just to engulf my whole cock, effortless, in his throat. I have a 19 cm, regular girth.
His throat was so moist and warm, his mouth work felt very intense, I think I shot in less than 1 minute.

Bladder still full, I zipped my cock in and rushed out, running. I did pee on a tree and leaned against a fence, to process what happened. It was across the street from the toilet, maybe 150 m away so I could see when 2 guys went out then a minute later another went in.

Nature is fantastic, the sex drive is great and my scientific mind (repeat experiment to validate theory) brought me back twice more that night. A slut is always a slut and later I became a toilet whore and even got to know some gays, who further explained me the “phenomenon”.
Needless to say, soon after I was humping ass in toilets and parks, like there was no tomorrow.

What you need to understand is that, at least in those days, a girl would not put out so easily, they would have been labeled whores (men talk) and most of them wanted a husband, not to be a cunt dispenser.

The freedom with which men let me go inside their bodies and the amazing feelings I got from them, that never happened with girls. I still loved pussy, I love sloppy, juicy holes and the pussy is just that. But women were not fully on my taste. Men were equals and more, they could potentially fuck me, if I was not paying attention… I don’t like being fucked but that opened even more doors for me.

40 years later the gay scene has changed beyond any imagination. The aids decades, the internet/apps, changed most men’s behavior.

I love reading real sex accounts, this is how I discovered this website.

I also have some rare, older books (Flesh by Boyd McDonald for instance) with accounts from “real” men. By that, I mean readers who contributed to defunct gay magazines, written with no literary pretensions. When someone starts writing “he spread my melon cheeks and shoved his throbbing moist burning rod inside me…” I am turned off. I don’t protest against guys who are weekend wannabe writers, I just don’t go for erotic novels.

I wish more people would write from the heart and balls, not as an extension to their literary club.