The Anonymous Sex-Confession Blog

The Dublin Hostel

I had spent the summer in Ireland and hadn’t had any sex.  The day I was leaving Dublin for LA, I struck up a conversation with an english man at the hostel—maybe late 30’s—with an incredibly sexy wave of curly black hair poking out from under his shirt collar.  He told me how he lived in LA for a while, and loved “West Hollywood, Palm Springs, etc”.  I was stupid and naive and asked “are you gay?” and he said “yes..are you?”  i said “yes…yeah”. He then whipped open his pants to reveal a huge, huge uncut dick and said “want to suck me off?”  I jumped at the opportunity, and he kept forcing me to take more of it, much to my horror/delight. He pushed me away, let out a moan and shot all over another person’s sweater (much to my horror..it was a nice sweater!) He then took my dick and placed it in his foreskin, allowing me to dock him.  I lasted maybe..maybe 15 seconds before I shot a huge load in his foreskin.  I barely made my plane flight home.