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Tim’s Adventures

It is my genuine pleasure to introduce all of you to Tim. He is quite simply one of the horniest boys of all time.  🙂  We first met when he was 18 – where he had a sex drive that put every other teenager I’ve met before or since to shame.  🙂  I’ve asked him to be a regular contributor to soxster….so let’s hear from him in his own words….

Hi, my name is Tim and I am a sex addict.  I was contacted recently by Andrew and asked to contribute some stories of my conquests in the past 15 years.  I have known Andrew for the majority of those 15 years and have had the pleasure of being introduced to some wonderful and adventurous boys through this relationship. I guess that you could say that Andrew and I are kindred spirits.  Perpetually horny and insatiable kindred spirits, but we’ll get to that later.  In my prime, in the late 90s and early 2000s, I was well known around town as a man-whore.  In my defence, I was incredibly discrete, always played safe and no one in my ‘real’ life knew that I would sneak out and fuck for hours at a time.  I was a respectable young chappie, attending university, working hard and generally being an upstanding member of the community.  Except when my member was upstanding.  Which happened a lot.

I didn’t take advantage of at least half of the opportunities presented to me back then.  I was young and naïve and so incredibly scared of being caught that I either deliberately didn’t act when I could have, or wasn’t experienced enough to know when there was an opportunity to do so.  Despite the amazing amount of young boys and men that I had in my time, it still hurts to think about all of the chances I had to play around, but missed due to inaction, uncertainty and being too worried about being found out.  One particular instance stands out in particular.  I was around 15 or 16, walking around my local shopping centre with my Mum, when we made our way past a young man in his very early 20s.  He was standing outside a pharmacy, dressed in a white business shirt and black pants, giving samples of a new perfume.  He was breathtaking.  We caught each other’s eyes from quite a distance away and I never withdrew my gaze until I was well past him.  He had the most steamy bedroom eyes and seemed to be staring right through me.  At this point, all I had done sexually was played with a few boys from school (much more on this later) and was so far in the closet that I considered Mr Tumnus to be my best friend. This young man  seemed to sense my uneasiness, knowing that all I wanted to do was to walk up and speak with him, but also seeing the fear in my eyes of doing so around my Mum.  This all happened in 20 seconds, but it felt like forever.  On the drive home, having done precisely nothing about the situation, I was so disappointed in myself, that I resolved to be better at becoming bolder and less inhibited.  I didn’t really work, as it was at least another four or so years before I started my foray into the carnal delights of other men.  It seems ridiculous, but that young man has stayed with me for almost 20 years, as one of my biggest regrets.  I have often heard that women regret the people they have slept with, but that men regret the ones that they didn’t.  I can certainly attest to that.  Not only can I remember each and every one of my shags, I can also recall the ones that got away.  The fleeting glances.  The missed opportunities.

To set the scene for those of you too young to remember, this was a time before instant internet access, before people were so trusting of the online world and when being gay was still becoming more accepted.  We had basic text and call functions on our large and heavy mobile phones.  There were some chat sites on MSN, before this was taken away due to parents noting the large number of chat rooms dedicated to adult-themed interests.  It was difficult to find like-minded people, but the thrill of the chase was definitely half the fun! I didn’t keep a track of exact numbers of my sexual partners, but they were considerable.  I will try to recall the best of them and recount these to you for your masturbatory pleasure.  I hope that you will enjoy reading about them as much as I enjoyed having them.  I can guarantee that every word I type is the truth.  I don’t see a point in embellishing a story just to make it sound better.  What I wrote is what happened, in all its gory details.  Names and places have been changed to protect the innocent, the “straight”, and the famous, but everything else is gospel.

I am not especially into kink myself; however, if my partner so wishes I am happy to play master and dominate them to satisfy their desires. My first foray into the world of kink came through Andrew.  After several one-on-one meets with other boys, I saw his profile online and noticed that he was organising an orgy of sorts.  After some brief introductions (I think that as soon as I mentioned my age that Andrew gave me his address!) I drove to his house for a small group session.  To be honest, it wasn’t overly remarkable.  I, like Andrew, am into the young male form in all its glory.  I know what I like and I like a lot of it.  Present at this session were one or two average looking young chaps, but also some older gents, who held no real appeal to me.  Thinking back now, they would have only been in their late 20s or early 30s, but they may have all been liver-spotted septuagenarians for all I cared.  Such was my way of thinking, that if their age didn’t have a 1 in front of it, I wasn’t really interested.  Andrew noted my approval of the younger boys present and asked if I would like to play with more of them.  I nodded and stated my keenness for a relationship whereby he would supply hot young teens and he would watch me have my way with them.  Everyone was happy with this arrangement and I looked forward to hearing from him.

It wasn’t long before Andrew emailed me and said that he had a young friend to whom he would like to introduce me.  I drove to the hotel room that Andrew had rented and upon entering the room, was struck by the handsome young teen in front of me.  He was incredibly good looking, smooth as silk and about 18 years old.  Perfect.  For those of you familiar with soxster, the teen in front of me was Fetishboy.  And Andrew is right; the photos on the site don’t come close to doing him justice.  The session itself was a bit of a blur, although I recall that Fetishboy was not into kissing, which was a huge disappointment to me.  I love nothing more than locking lips with hot young boys and to be told that he wasn’t into it was crushing.  It was explained to me that his enjoyment came from having his ass played with and nothing more.  I looked on the bright side that I was still able to fuck him and play with the rest of him, and watched him undress to show his beautiful tight body.  I was turned on like never before by hearing about Fetishboy’s time as a boarder at one of the state’s most prestigious all boys school.  I would pleasure myself repeatedly in the months and years ahead to the tales of him being used by schoolboy after schoolboy, being filled by teen cock night after night.  My cock still oozes precum at the thought of it.  But back to the story.   I had never before seen any of the toys that were being pulled from Andrew’s bag as if it were Mary Poppins’ carpet bag.  It was a never-ending array of metal and leather implements, and I couldn’t imagine how one iota of pleasure could be derived from any of them.  Fetishboy was about to prove me very, very wrong.  I watched as he was tied up, lubed and restrained, then positioned provocatively onto his knees and elbows.  Fetishboy then proceeding to take each and every one of the progressively larger toys, with Andrew’s expert hands guiding them in, both moaning deeply as they did so.  When it was time to replace the toys with the real deal, I was worried that my cock, which is not massively proportioned, was not even going to register as it slid inside him.  Despite my misgivings, I straddled his perfectly smooth legs and popped my cock straight into his deep, hairless and deliciously warm hole.  He moaned again, relieving my worries about not be substantial enough, and we fucked for a good while.  It was then that Andrew moved in with his ridiculously long and thick cock.  Fetishboy had taken this before and was used to it, but I stood in awe as his ass stretched to take it in.  I positioned myself in a 69 with Fetishboy, so that I could get the best view of Andrew’s monster ploughing deep inside FB.  After we had all passed the point of no return, Andrew and I both pulled out of FB and all three of us blew massive loads across FB’s chest.   It was an amazing first experience and introduction to the world of kink.  I knew that it would never become my consuming passion, but I knew that if it did raise itself again in the future, that I would be more understanding of that world and how it should best be explored.  I thanked Andrew and FB for a wonderful time and expressed my desire to participate in any future gatherings.  As I walked away, I shook my head and thought to myself “what the fuck just happened in there?!”, but it thought it best not to try to categorise it, and to just go with the flow and have fun.

I have so much more to tell, but I will save these for later posts.  For those who have gotten this far, thank you for your patience!  I hope that you enjoyed hearing a bit of my back story, and that you might be interested in hearing more.  Please write your comments and let me know what you think.  This is just the beginning!  Until next time!

One Comment

  1. Hey! You are incredibly wise and insightful. thank you so much for sharing. I am a 21 year old chill guy from LA and I have recently in the last year and half become super interested in the fetish and kink world, I was and am still scared about meeting ever or even talking to people for that matter. I really am going to try and take the knowledge you shared and embrace it, be more outgoing and talk to that guy or whom ever. That being said thank you for advice and an incredibly hot read;)