Well Ok.. Being a "straight guy" has it's plusses!... Or does it? Never before have I been curious, nor have I been a "Homophobe/anti expressionist". In fact I'm very open minded about most things carnal and life, and usually just simply accept that people are different and have different needs.. end of story.... So... how comes I'm getting curious now? At 42 I wouldn't have thought it would be important to me to vocalise or indeed print my curiosity, however this site has got me thinking, and that's a dangerous area for me cos I always seem to have to find answers to my curiosities. How does one overcome the ignorances, the awkwardness, the fear, and most importantly the challenge of accepting that you are indeed more than just curious? Am I confused.......? Sure I am, but I'm not wanting to remain so. I'm becoming more curious as to why I am curious to explore this area of sexuality.. Any answers?
Paul...
Now this is a funny thread...lol here's my story of an embarrasing time.
I was 18 years old and as usual on a Friday night I was out with the bike and the crew on the pop. But unlike other Friday nights… I wasn’t drinkin cos my bird was due in at Guildford station at 7am on Saturday. ( we called em birds back then too ) so after several attempts to bribe me into having a few bevies… I caved in and got completely blathered.. at some point later some fool introduced some hallucinogenic mushrooms… which I of course had my fair share of.. By the time I decided to bugger off home I couldn’t even find the bike.. ( a ruddy great Norton Commando 850) but eventually I managed to crawl to it and mount the thing. So P*ssed and stoned I rode away to the _ now I look back_( I didn’t at the time cos I’d have crashed)… stupid roars of “yeah man†and “Go for itâ€. I somehow managed to find what I believed was home and knocked on the door ( Actually I believe I hammered it down) and was let in. I’d really found a house in a village that wasn’t mine in either case, and was owned by a sweet lil old lady.. I don’t remember much about the trip… er either one of em… anyway… I awoke with a pounding head and on the sofa with a blanket.. much as Sgt Bilko. Also I was having morning glory problems (not the mushroom type) I didn’t know if I needed a shag or a P*ss. So I was laying there playing five knuckle shuffle with my eyes closed and half… nope more than half asleep.. Again as Sgt Bilko was. It was here that memory kicked in.. and I remembered she was coming in at 7. A half eyed glance at my watch told me it was gone 11 am.. Sh*t,,,Sh*t sh*t!!!! I mumbled.. to which I got this reply. “ Don’t worry.. I’m hereâ€. Underneath the covers it was hard to say who was speaking, but I assumed it was my Bird and she’d got a cab or a bus. So I drifted back into semi-concious playing. Suddenly my hand was batted away by another, and I – thinking it was she who should touch- let it happen. Soon she was under the covers and performing a blow job… (which is a great way to wake up) J however about halfway through my brain told me summat wasn’t right and my deduction techniques soon figured it out…. My bird DON’T do blow jobs.. Startled… and a little pleased that she had finally decided to have a go I ripped back the blanket…. And there was this lil old lady goin hell for leather at my dick like she hadn’t been fed for a year.. now..being a gentleman I would have let her finish except.. in her free hand she held tightly… her false teeth!!!! First time I ever suffered with instant wilt…. With all the best will in the world I couldn’t tell my bird the truth about that!!! And she was mighty p*ssed at me for a day or so…
Paul.
Hi Sam.. Also a newbie here... Welcome to SH
Have fun.
Paul
Here's an effort to add to the growing thread..... my there are some classy writer here...lol no I mean it!!! Hadf a few giggles readin em and a few moments of .. thought and more thought about a few....
Great stuff.
Paul
The Internet blues..
Hey!
Y’know… It’s been a while.
But listen up to my excuse.
It’s a tale of the death of a friend of mine.
I’ll call it the Internet blues…
The first time I saw her..
I knew she’d be mine.
She was everything I needed.
I couldn’t let her slip on by.
Well I made my introductions.
And soon I took her home.
She looked good in every corner.
But felt better by the phone.
I knew how to press her buttons.
And soon I had her turned on.
Her radiance lit up my life…
It was then that it all went wrong.
In a fever we got acquainted.
She commanded my days and my nights.
She would do almost anything I asked her.
She was filled with hidden delights.
But I knew that she wasn’t happy.
She had a yearning to somehow connect.
She needed to expand her options.
And make friends on the Internet.
For a year and a bit we were happy.
A few hiccoughs.. but nothing to tell.
Then one day… not so long back, she swallowed a spike.
Immediately becoming unwell.
Within days a virus had her ..
The love bug had bitten her deep.
And she lost all her drive and her memory.
Before falling deeply asleep.
We tried and we tried to revive her.
But the doc’ said.. “Give up.. it’s no
And he told me her heart had been broken.
Another case of the Internet blues…
A tribute to my old Hewlett Packard… RIP!!! LMAO!
I now have a purpose built PC disguised as a large suitcase.. HEEEEUGE!!!!… <<< Thinks that’s a good name for her… Lol.
Me......... I was living in a world I didn't understand.. trying to find work that wasn't there..
and then to make things worse.. John Lennon was murdered... The death of a superstar is always traumatic.. but the death of an icon.. seemed to be catastrophic. For me the death of Elvis hit hardest... but that's due to my being brought up listening to my mum's records... she's an Elvis nutta.. But both artists had a profound effect on the entire world in life and death... My day is going to be filled with the music of Mr Lennon, whether written or performed by him.
Paul.
Show us your thighs
Well I browsed and saw this so i thought what the heck... so here's my very own thighs
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not as artistic as most but ... lol...
Paul.
Well here I am ?? and clueless as to where to go from here, and what to do. I'm 42 and have had 2 lasting but disasterous relationships. 4 years single and now I'm convinced, (by one of your members), to have a go on the swings and stay off the roundabout. Only I dunno how to go about it. I class myself as shy and lacking confidence, which are not great traits to start off with, and I'm totally inexperienced within this field.. so some help with profile wording and some useful info on the site would be most welcome...
Yours hopefully.
Paul / Shady.
which way to go??? how to approach it etc.. I'm confident I'll get the answers eventually .. I'm a bit like a terrier with a rag and I've got my teeth fimly into this one...lol..
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shy and very quiet :wink:, but I can give you a welcome to SH, have fun