Video and hook up apps have seem to have ruined them for most of the world, but there have to be some out there. I encountered most in places where people didn't have a lot of money and little space. Often sleazy, always raunchy, I loved the shadows, the smells, the hunt, and the game. I remember so many, like the Cine El Nacional right here in Mexico City. All kinds of men, so much sexy dirty fun and an easy walk from Centro. All I had to do was take my stiff dick out and get my big nuts bouncing up and down. They'd be on me in a swarm. Pop-up sex shows with hot young Mexicans fucking in the aisles while we stood around shoulder to shoulder and jacked our dicks for all they were worth.
Then there were the BA days when I'd hit maybe two in a single night then cool off at a sauna. LOVED the Box on Laprida off Avenida Santa Fe. Dirty, decayed, even filthy in spots, but the Argentines may be the horniest people on earth, can't blame them. Lingering along the wall checking out hot guys in the seats stroking it and pretending they didn't like being stared at. A glance where eyes meet meant come over and suck me off, or come over and I'll suck you off, depending on whose dick ends up bigger. There were others, all a blur, all heaven for a man like me. Burning for sex and finding it with anyone from young horny gangsters who would cut you for telling on them to the rich and sophisticated whose veneer cracked and fell to the ground when the right dick was swaying in front of their faces.
So may more in my mind. So many more to find. So many nameless lovers who were also brothers I met along the road. Except these brothers I fucked up the ass in filthy men's room stalls or sucked off in a theater balcony with ten guys watching.
Share yours, please. I need to travel there in my mind, the world people believe is dirty and wrong, but the one where I found--where I find--freedom and joy and fulfillment and, not uncommonly, friendship
It's impossible to say how much all these experiences have meant to me. A man has needs, as they say. Among them are the sexual freedom and sexual joy that come from having your dick out along with your brothers, all determined to have as much adventure and pump as much cum as you can.
That's my happiness. Miss them more than ever. What's yours?
Then there were the BA days when I'd hit maybe two in a single night then cool off at a sauna. LOVED the Box on Laprida off Avenida Santa Fe. Dirty, decayed, even filthy in spots, but the Argentines may be the horniest people on earth, can't blame them. Lingering along the wall checking out hot guys in the seats stroking it and pretending they didn't like being stared at. A glance where eyes meet meant come over and suck me off, or come over and I'll suck you off, depending on whose dick ends up bigger. There were others, all a blur, all heaven for a man like me. Burning for sex and finding it with anyone from young horny gangsters who would cut you for telling on them to the rich and sophisticated whose veneer cracked and fell to the ground when the right dick was swaying in front of their faces.
So may more in my mind. So many more to find. So many nameless lovers who were also brothers I met along the road. Except these brothers I fucked up the ass in filthy men's room stalls or sucked off in a theater balcony with ten guys watching.
Share yours, please. I need to travel there in my mind, the world people believe is dirty and wrong, but the one where I found--where I find--freedom and joy and fulfillment and, not uncommonly, friendship
It's impossible to say how much all these experiences have meant to me. A man has needs, as they say. Among them are the sexual freedom and sexual joy that come from having your dick out along with your brothers, all determined to have as much adventure and pump as much cum as you can.
That's my happiness. Miss them more than ever. What's yours?