XHamster addict

I initially came on here to write a fictional story and to please the requests I’d received from some of my readers. Instead, I’d like to write about what keeps me coming back to this site like a junkie to the crack house every day (mostly). I first came on here for nothing more than to masturbate to porn. Initially, straight porn. Then, in one of the suggestions, came some ‘shemale’ porn. I never went back to the ‘straight’ section after seeing that! I realised I’d made an XHamster profile page when I wanted to check out the Hammy ‘girls’ (who were in the possession of a penis) one night, curious to see what was on offer. It took me the thick end of a year to realise I had an empty profile; no pictures or content, stories or anything of interest. So, I decided to flesh out the profile with an old avatar. I checked back in a couple of days later, and a couple of guys wanted to be my ‘friend’. I accepted them, and that was the last piece of contact I received from them! Needless to say, they have since been ‘un-friended’!

It wasn’t until I started writing about my previous sexual experiences, that the real interest started. As I said previously, I came here to get off on hardcore porn. I eventually tired of looking at porn with the sound muted, because I hated the totally unconvincing sounds coming from the ‘actors’ and ‘actresses’! But reading the recollections of other readers pasts, intermingled with a healthy helping of erotic fantasy, took me back to being 14 years old again and reading through Anais Nin’s ‘Delta of Venus’, a tome I held in high regard for another couple of years. I must have read that book several times over, but I never got through a single chapter without having an orgasm! Looking through the stories pages, I quickly came to the realisation that there were a lot of illiterate people thinking that they were serious writers. So I decided to pen my first story about how I sucked my first cock in a public toilet in my early twenties.

As I wrote, the memories flooded back. Looking back now, I see it was typed in a heated flurry, my fingers typing quickly, my mind wandering to the next forbidden tryst. Once I wrote the initial story, I was quick to follow it up with the next foray of forbidden toilet sex. And so it continued. The tap had been turned on, and my previous encounters were laid bare, if not on paper or parchment, it’s digital equivalent. And then I had made my confession, not to a priest or another man of God, not looking to be absolved for my previous sins, but to share with others who’d revelled in such debauchery previously, or those who were still ‘in the scene’ or those that liked the idea of it all! I have never told another soul what I got up to when I entered a public toilet, or ‘cruised’ for a bit of cock fun, let alone the wonders of the internet and dating sites and chatrooms! Yet, I gladly give of my experiences to total strangers, and I feel a liberation in it all.

And then there are the ‘friends’. I don’t know what most people’s idea of a friend is, but if it isn’t someone that you talk to every day, then there should be some degree of familiarity that is felt between the pair of you when you reconnect. I am very dubious of anyone wanting to be my ‘friend’ when they have 12000 plus ‘friends’ already! My rule is to give them a couple of days to make some form of contact, and if none is forthcoming, unfriend and move on. Having said that, I have met some wonderful people on here. People I would have met nowhere else, talking honestly and openly about things I could never have hoped to raise in another environment.

So, why do I keep coming back virtually every day? Friends. I want to hear what they have to say. Stories. I want to feel the sexual rush of my youth again, reading about someone else’s awkward fumblings as they struggled with their own inhibitions and insecurities. And, of course, a certain pornographic clip will remind me why I was drawn to this site in the first instance..!

Just a little insight as to why you will quite probably see the green light of me being ‘on-line’…

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