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I'll be crawling back under my own rock as well. There's a lot of stuff posted here by others that I don't find humorous, and sometimes even offensive. But the "gods" have spoken, so I'll bite my tongue and slither away.

Monday We know it's Friday (Thank God) but there are so many cool songs about Monday we couldn't resist. Monday, Monday by The Mamas & The Papas Manic Monday by The Bangles Rainy Days and Mondays by the Carpenters

I have had two threesomes before. First, I was only 16. It was with two other guys from different high schools in my city. Was really hot. I had been with them both before, one-on-one. It was at this guy called Fergus' house. His parents were out of town. I went over to his house first. The other guy, Riley, he was running late so Fergus and I had some time alone. Him and I jumped into the shower together and were hooking up. Sucking each other off. Riley showed up at the perfect time. We had just jumped out of the shower and had put some undies on and were heading upstairs. So we just dragged him up. Riley was this cute blonde twink. Fergus and I are both 6 foot plus, and were more athletic. Riley was so submissive, was perfect. He stripped down for both of us and got on his knees and was sucking us off. And then we threw him onto the bed. I remember so vividly eating his ass while he sucked Fergus' cock. And then fingering him. We put Riley on the spit, god it was sexy. Second time, I was 18. I was in my final year at high school and was sleeping with an older guy. He had been wanting a threesome for ages and we finally organised one. Both were really sexy. I was the bottom in this instance. Though, I actually preferred being one-on-one with the older guy. The other guy just had a really strange vibe. Since I've met my current boyfriend, I have been in a threesome. I have asked, but he isn't particularly keen. It is for some people, not for others and I completely understand why he is a bit more reserved about a third person.

It was at the tail end of my 15th year, in December 1983. My family and I were on vacation, a ski trip, in Vail, Colorado. One of the gift shops there had a newsstand that sold adult magazines openly, right alongside Time, Newsweek, etc. (Where I'm originally from, such magazines had to be sold behind the counter, and you had to ask for them. Of course, you also had to be 18 to buy them.) I took note of the fact that Playgirl was for sale; it was the February 1984 issue. How I longed to look at that magazine. But I couldn't buy it! After two or three more visits to the same store, during which I gradually mustered up my courage, I reached up, grabbed a copy, folded it in half, and quickly shoved it up under my ski jacket. (The fact that ski clothes are big and bulky helped.) I think an employee might have seen me, or at least seen me perusing the mature titles, but he just turned away and laughed. God, how nervous I was; I had never stolen anything before! My gamble paid off: I made it safely back to our condo, without any questions being asked, but boy, did I feel guilty! My daring was rewarded, though: the February 1984 issue is the one with Max Werner as the centerfold, and to say that he's impressive is an understatement. Man, how I enjoyed that magazine!

I began developing crushes on other boys at school pretty early on...perhaps 2nd grade at the very latest. (maybe around seven years old.) At some point, I started to notice shirtless men on TV. So I knew something was up, but I didn't have a name for it. I found I could be friends with girls (once they realized I wasn't like the other "icky boys"), but making friends with boys was difficult. It seemed like every time I would make friends with a boy, he would end up moving away. I can count at least four times that happened. One had shared by seat on the school bus, so it hurt even worse when his parents got divorced and they moved away. He later married a girl I went to school with, who was in turn the cousin of another boy I'd had an early crush on, who had also moved away. (Small town, not a lot of economic opportunity, so people came and went all the time.) I was surprised when said girl from high school showed up to a class reunion with my former friend, who had shared my seat on the school bus so many years ago! Of course I got an update on her cute cousin, too - he ended up being straight, of course. Oh well. When I was 16, a couple of boys in the grade below me asked if I were gay. I didn't even know what they meant. I developed the worst crush on our football team's quarterback, probably not long after, so that helped push me toward eventually figuring it out. I was 17 when I came out to a small circle of friends in school. It helped that my straight best friend had a slightly older gay neighbor (who ended up becoming my second boyfriend when I was in college.) One day, I think during my senior year, I actually managed to have a brief conversation with the aforementioned quarterback crush (though I don't recall the subject matter or which of us started it). We were both in concert band, and we somehow unexpectedly ended up alone together in the room where we stored our instruments. Of course we had nothing in common otherwise, though I remember he did come to a party at my house, not sure what the occasion was. Soon after, my parents went away for the weekend, and since by then I had started secretly seeing a guy I'd met from doing local theater together (how stereotypical!), I invited said boyfriend over. So, who should show up during, but my high school crush, mister quarterback. Um, awkward! I had to throw on a bathrobe rather quickly to answer the door! He'd apparently lost his class ring, possibly at the aforementioned party, and wondered if we'd seen it. (We hadn't.) Sadly, first boyfriend has since died of AIDS. No idea what mister hetero quarterback is up to these days. That's my rather long and convoluted story about realizing I was gay and being mostly closeted in a small town.

OH GOD, it's the smokey eyes MR. DAVID WHITE and THAT october ISSUE OF PLAYGIRL in 1976 i was 10 and talking about early sexual awakening ! 🤣 somehow it affects me taste of men too me two beau are both beard boys well one tache and one full beard to be precise and yes we're in a Trouple for 13 years now. 😘 ANYONE HAS MEET OUR MR WHITE IN PERSON BACK THEN TOO what's he like in real person ?

Yeah! David White was a god of my youthful fantasies! Thanks for the reminder!