My presence on this site does not mean that I am lacking in morals or ethics.

I don't mean to imply that having a fetish isn't normal. It's just that some of them are shall we say . . . distasteful to me.


I am not interested in & will not:

• I will not view your cam.
• I do not own a cam and I'm not buying one to please you.
• I will not pee on you or have you pee on me.
• I find scat disgusting. God made toilets for a reason.
• I have no interest in

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Soundtrack

I have no photos of JD. But I do have this particularly poignant picture from the time. The man in the trucker’s cap is LB, I’m the guy next to him with the Amish beard and glasses. One could say that LB saved my life, and there’d be merit in the claim. When I met him I was twenty years old and my life was in tatters. Endless nights of drugs and men had taken quite a toll on Bucko. My best friend was a hopeless speed freak. I worked seventy-two hours a week in a liquor store,...

i,m a 55 year old gay man living in rural upstate new york--i have my own business and lots of friends (99% of them are strait)--i didn,t come out till i was 40 but still managed to have an incredible amount of sex (i grew up on long island so there were gay bars and nyc was just a 45 minute ride on the long island railroad)--my first orgasm was when i was about 6 or 7--i was shimmying up a pole that held a basketball net when all of a sudden this unbelievable sensation started happening between...

We left Sporter’s almost immediately and jumped into LB’s Subaru. I pushed a cassette into the stereo and blasted Siouxie and the Banshees as we made our way through the light nighttime traffic to Medford, JD directing me the five miles there. He lived at home with his folks at the moment, having just left a bad situation (JD was always just emerging from a bad situation). As we exited off I93 I asked where we could find some privacy. After much tooling around and red-light facesucking, we settled...

I rang his bell at the appointed time, and a big, burly guy met me at the door. Obviously one of JD’s straight trade drug buddies. I didn’t know what to expect, but suspected no good could come of the evening. I was led down to a basement apartment in total disarray, with pizza boxes and beer bottles covering the coffee table and much of the rug around it. I could hear JD’s voice cackling and joking with someone in the kitchen. I took off my coat and cleared a spot on the sofa, taking a beer offered...