I Really Miss Cottaging

The internet has brought so many benefits to my life, arranging easy meets for cock being one of the most wonderful improvements that spring to mind. Yet there is something seriously missing that I don't think will ever return again.

I miss cottaging, cruising around public toilets in search of casual sex with other like minded men. I started as a young school boy, my uniform really seemed to get grown men horny! I would skip class and thoroughly enjoy being pampered and aroused by a huge number of men of all ages.

My teens were spent in a state of constant ecstasy. I never wanted any girlfriends and I was having a much better time than anyone else I knew, what with their acne and youthful anxieties. I was always happy and never without sex.

My twenties and most of my thirties were equally spent in toilets all around the UK. Cheap tickets on National Express coaches allowed me to visit towns and cities everywhere, and I would cottage in everyone. I had sex with a vicar in Canterbury, a well-known actor near London's Soho. I met a big burly docker in Hull and a nice gentle office worker in Norwich. I sucked a sailor in Plymouth and a railway man at Wolverhampton. Older men over 40 have always been my favourite.

During my 40s things seemed to get a little quieter. Now in my 50s that scene barely exists at all, at least nothing like it was. I miss the smell of those toilets, the thrill of doing something dangerous, the total joy of tasting a stranger's cock, the squirt of his cum on my skin, the throbbing of my freshly fucked arse. I miss the crude graffiti and obscene drawings. I miss the men. I really, really miss cottaging!