About to be 40 and I still do most of my fucking on the floor of my minivan because I don’t have privacy in my actual apartment, and apparently neither does anyone else who is willing to fuck me.
Sorry, as someone who’s also approaching 40 I have some questions…
You don’t have privacy in your own apartment, but have a private place to fuck in a van? Also, you are finding other people in their 30s that are willing to fuck in minivan on the reg?
I mean, I get it if it’s on a whim and the moment happens to take you both. However, I imagine that’s a tricky one to sneak in as a routine thing.
Man, so much contrast in such few words. Your story seems as a mix of teenage excitement and middle age dread, both alluring and familiar, but also bleak and strange.
I live in a small apartment with 2 other people who never leave. But I’m also in California where there are plenty of places between cities to find privacy in a car. I’ve also never not had success finding a random person to fuck on Grindr.
I guess that is one of the benefits of same sex relationships. If I made the same offer to a lady I met online, I don’t think they’d be very excited to drive between cities to fuck in a van. Then again, I’ve never thought to ask, so maybe it’s just a skill issue.
Follow up question, if you don’t mind… Did you buy a minivan because it’s easier to fuck in than a sedan, or was that just a happy coincidence?
I didn’t even buy it. It was my dad’s, but he gave it to me. I don’t even drive it much outside of the hookups and to transport things that don’t fit in my fiesta.
You’d be surprised at what limits people have regarding privacy vs comfort.
I had at least one roommate, my best friend, from the day I moved out at 18 until we were both in our late thirties (and, holy fuck it just hit home how long we’ve both been married now lol).
During that time, my vehicle was always a 4banger of some kind. I just prefer small cars with hatchbacks for a dozenish reasons. So, not a van, ever; nor a sedan. And there were still ladies that would choose to fuck in my car rather than fuck where other people could hear them.
Mind you, there was no straight version of grindr back then. Most of that, there weren’t hookup services of any kind. Nor was I prone to hookups in the first place. But the point remains that even when dating someone, there were still plenty of folks that would prefer a less comfortable fuck in a tiny car than having roommates know when they came. Hell, my roommate had grindr hookups that he fucked in my car in the driveway rather than have me hear them.
Not like I cared. I heard that guy fucking guys all the time, never bothered me, never had any issues with his partners that weren’t hookups. Did have a few that were mystified at a straight boy having an adjoining room to a gay boy, hearing the sex, and not caring at all. Like, the only time I would even do something like put on headphones is if I was already watching/listening to something that I didn’t want to need to strain to hear.
Sometimes, my friend would end up taking them to his room through my room because the layout of the house and driveway makes it quicker, so they’d have this confused look on their face when me and my friend would just do a quick fist bump and hello on their way through.
Gods, I swear, some of those guys were beyond confused. One in particular had to knock on my door afterwards and ask if it was a fetish thing, among other questions (including if I wanted a turn lol). Repeat partners, they tended to shrug it off fast. But there were a few out the once and done variety that he ended up fucking in my car (his was loaded down with work supplies except the front seat, so he couldn’t even lean seats back).
This one dude, an atypical type for him, being a fairly dedicated lifter, knocked on my door and said my friend friend sent him to ask if he could get the key from me lol. We ended up with my buddy getting annoyed when we had a chat while I was getting the keys out of my bag, and ended up taking twenty minutes talking about routines. He came in and said “can you two slabs of beef maybe talk this out after?” Fucking hell lol. But, after having talked to me, the dude was fine with me hearing him taking cock.
Anyway, point being that you’d be surprised at who would rather fuck in a car than have someone a wall away.
Sorry, as someone who’s also approaching 40 I have some questions…
You don’t have privacy in your own apartment, but have a private place to fuck in a van? Also, you are finding other people in their 30s that are willing to fuck in minivan on the reg?
I mean, I get it if it’s on a whim and the moment happens to take you both. However, I imagine that’s a tricky one to sneak in as a routine thing.
Man, so much contrast in such few words. Your story seems as a mix of teenage excitement and middle age dread, both alluring and familiar, but also bleak and strange.
I live in a small apartment with 2 other people who never leave. But I’m also in California where there are plenty of places between cities to find privacy in a car. I’ve also never not had success finding a random person to fuck on Grindr.
I guess that is one of the benefits of same sex relationships. If I made the same offer to a lady I met online, I don’t think they’d be very excited to drive between cities to fuck in a van. Then again, I’ve never thought to ask, so maybe it’s just a skill issue.
Follow up question, if you don’t mind… Did you buy a minivan because it’s easier to fuck in than a sedan, or was that just a happy coincidence?
I didn’t even buy it. It was my dad’s, but he gave it to me. I don’t even drive it much outside of the hookups and to transport things that don’t fit in my fiesta.
Ngl, pretty cool to have a dedicated fuck van.
You’d be surprised at what limits people have regarding privacy vs comfort.
I had at least one roommate, my best friend, from the day I moved out at 18 until we were both in our late thirties (and, holy fuck it just hit home how long we’ve both been married now lol).
During that time, my vehicle was always a 4banger of some kind. I just prefer small cars with hatchbacks for a dozenish reasons. So, not a van, ever; nor a sedan. And there were still ladies that would choose to fuck in my car rather than fuck where other people could hear them.
Mind you, there was no straight version of grindr back then. Most of that, there weren’t hookup services of any kind. Nor was I prone to hookups in the first place. But the point remains that even when dating someone, there were still plenty of folks that would prefer a less comfortable fuck in a tiny car than having roommates know when they came. Hell, my roommate had grindr hookups that he fucked in my car in the driveway rather than have me hear them.
Not like I cared. I heard that guy fucking guys all the time, never bothered me, never had any issues with his partners that weren’t hookups. Did have a few that were mystified at a straight boy having an adjoining room to a gay boy, hearing the sex, and not caring at all. Like, the only time I would even do something like put on headphones is if I was already watching/listening to something that I didn’t want to need to strain to hear.
Sometimes, my friend would end up taking them to his room through my room because the layout of the house and driveway makes it quicker, so they’d have this confused look on their face when me and my friend would just do a quick fist bump and hello on their way through.
Gods, I swear, some of those guys were beyond confused. One in particular had to knock on my door afterwards and ask if it was a fetish thing, among other questions (including if I wanted a turn lol). Repeat partners, they tended to shrug it off fast. But there were a few out the once and done variety that he ended up fucking in my car (his was loaded down with work supplies except the front seat, so he couldn’t even lean seats back).
This one dude, an atypical type for him, being a fairly dedicated lifter, knocked on my door and said my friend friend sent him to ask if he could get the key from me lol. We ended up with my buddy getting annoyed when we had a chat while I was getting the keys out of my bag, and ended up taking twenty minutes talking about routines. He came in and said “can you two slabs of beef maybe talk this out after?” Fucking hell lol. But, after having talked to me, the dude was fine with me hearing him taking cock.
Anyway, point being that you’d be surprised at who would rather fuck in a car than have someone a wall away.
my guy’s a furry, maybe that adds to it?
It raises even more questions.