The August day in 1986 was fine and warm as I stood by the rails, capturing on camera the horses galloping round the final bend and onto the straight part of Nottingham racecourse, with five furlongs left to fight out the finish of the race. This was a favourite spot of mine, with fast and furious action and the jockeys shouting and urging their mounts on with their whips. I did this for each of the six races on the card,...

Andy was a driving instructor, and well-known among the cottaging fraternity in North Nottingham. I had heard his name mentioned by different guys who described fantastic sexual sessions they’d had with him. He was a total bottom with a reputation for having a willing arse, and a magnificent cock that anyone would have been proud of. I lived in hope that my path might cross with his one day. I finished some shopping at th...

My heart beat fast with expectation as I walked in the summer sunshine along the path that led to a huge house divided into several flats, on Nottingham’s Park Estate. This was a hall of residence for students from the University and I was there to see Mitch again. He had now completed his final year and was due to return to America at the end of the week. Mitch greeted me with a kiss at the front door and led me into his...

It was Phil who told me all about ‘The Attic’. I first got to know him when I attended a bukkake afternoon at his house in Leeds, which you can read about in my story ‘Bukkake Time’. It was there that I heard about places where I could find more new and exciting sexual experiences. Although living in Nottingham for many years, I hadn’t heard of ‘The Attic’ in Derby. Today, it is an active swingers’ club where, at the week...

Two years after I arrived in Nottingham as an eighteen-year-old in 1970, I began working in a temporary job lasting for six months in the historic town of Newark, with its lovely old buildings, castle, and English Civil War heritage. It wasn’t long before I looked for the different toilets in the town and visited them to assess their potential. There were three toilets very close to the town centre which were regularly us...

Bukkake was something I had wanted to do for a long time, but it was not until my fortieth year that I could tick this one off my sexual bucket list! It all began at the Northwich sauna with a handsome guy in his late twenties called Carl. He and I had just finished an amazing, steamy session, lasting nearly an hour, where we stroked and kissed and sucked and fucked to a point of near exhaustion! With our loads now in eac...

The oil lamp, with its tall glass chimney, emitted a soft glow in the living room of 13 Roseberry Street in the Sydney suburb of Balmain. Afternoon had given way to evening, and the balmy air of the Australian summer wafted through the open window. Leonard rose from his chair and strolled into the small courtyard garden at the back of their house where his sweetheart, Edith, sat at a small table, gazing up at the orange s...

Most of my meet-ups as a nineteen-year-old had been in Nottingham’s toilets, where I enjoyed receiving mutual wanks and blow-jobs from different men. I wasn’t aware of other places where I could get similar pleasures until a man who was stroking me at a toilet in the city happened to mention a local cruising ground. It surprised him that I hadn’t been there and suggested that I visit it. Woodland surrounds Nottingham’s Ra...

The January of 1984 was a time that lingers in my memory. I was twenty-one years old and hadn’t long been working for the company, but I was getting to know some of my co-workers quite well. Most were young, single and outgoing, with flirting being commonplace. The office Christmas party only a few days previously had opened my eyes to the kind of people I shared the workplace with. There was much festive banter, kissing,...

It was in 1980 that I moved to Nottingham as an eighteen-year-old, keen to discover places where I might find some sexual adventure. It was a dangerous time since the laws against homosexuality were draconian, and getting caught in any compromising activity risked severe penalties. Many guys weren’t deterred by this, and some even appeared to relish the risks involved. The obvious places for action were the various public...

The attractive façade of the Heathcoat Street building in Nottingham hid the fact that this was one of two adult cinemas that existed in the city, in the early 1980s. It was a place that I had visited several times, and always left with a smile on my face! This particular Friday in the spring of ‘82, I had finished work early and decided to spend the rest of the afternoon there. I opened the ornate, black front door, paid...